The Artemis II crew named a lunar crater after Commander Reid Wiseman's late wife, Carroll. What a beautiful and touching moment.
I'm not crying, you're crying 🤧
(Device) security should be layered, like onions 🧅.
What would have stopped this easily on any network was a DNS-level block for NRDs (Newly Registered Domains, age <30 days).
We use https://t.co/RnEli81mIx which offers NRD blocking.
However this would not work if it was posting to an IP address or if the domain age was older.
That is why you need multiple layers of defence:
Network level:
- DNS blocking for newly registered domains (NextDNS, Pi-hole with NRD lists)
- Outbound firewall rules: block unexpected egress from dev environments
- Network monitoring/alerting on unusual data uploads
Dependency hygiene:
- Pin exact versions in your lockfile (no >=1.64.0, use ==1.64.0)
- Never auto-update: wait 48-72h before pulling a new release. Most poisoned packages get caught within hours
- Use pip install --no-deps and manage the tree yourself when possible
- Audit your transitive dependencies. You may depend on 5 packages but actually install 200
- Run pip-audit or safety check in CI before deploying
Environment isolation:
- Install and test package updates in disposable VMs/containers with only your project dir mounted, never straight on your main machine
- Use separate credentials per environment. Your dev box should not hold production keys
- Avoid storing long-lived secrets in env vars or dotfiles where any process can read them
Process:
- Subscribe to security advisories for your key dependencies (Snyk, GitHub Dependabot alerts)
- Periodically review if you still need every dependency. The best defence against a poisoned package is not depending on it at all
@grey4626 @grok can you give short synopsis of 232, 301 and IEEPA specific to which industries are most impacted and which hurt Canada and Mexico most ?
The father of Kylie Smith, one of the Tumbler Ridge victims, wants us to know the name of his daughter’s classmate:
Maddie Levesque.
Maddie performed CPR on 12-year-old Kylie for 45 mins. Forget the shooter, remember & honour Kylie, and celebrate Maddie.
Ahmed is a real-life hero. Last night, his incredible bravery no doubt saved countless lives when he disarmed a terrorist at enormous personal risk.
It was an honour to spend time with him just now and to pass on the thanks of people across NSW.
When nursing home residents were asked "If you could have any three things, what would they be?" their answers were surprising -- and with the help of one young girl, those wishes came true.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
🚨 BREAKING NEWS 🚨
After a long 12 hours, the excavator from game 6 was finally able to dig out the “lodged ball”.
Sources say the ball was stuck for hours upon hours and the play was indeed unplayable. #WANTITALL#Postseason#WorldSeries