Proud disabled biological woman, who defied labels; stigma and hate for over 50 yrs.
#Independent#STEMWOMEN#ERA
BPD; PCA Stroke x2; Crohn's Disease survivor
"So don't ask me if I think it's true
That communication can bring hope to those
Who have gone their separate ways
It hardly touched me when it should have then
But memories are uncertain friends
When recalled by messages
Coded messages
Poison letters"
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Worse, the block wasn't known until those app upgrades were finished.
*40*!
So, people the gripes about the MS "verification" are REAL. ONE error in the sea of "verified" passwords, can impede access -- and it came from 3rd parties. YET, there was plenty of "non verified" "traffic" in this "verification" SCHEME!
OMG!!!
It's been HELL to get back all over the internet with "verification"!
Then Microsoft AND Xfinity upgraded --WHEN I had my STROKES in November AND February!!!
Was in a closed loop until the bank AND Xfinity upgraded their software/hardware locally.
*40* app upgrades!!!
*40*!!!
In 1837, President Andrew Jackson invited the general public into the White House. The occasion? Jackson had a 1,400 pound block of Cheese sitting in the Entrance Hall of the White House that all were invited to eat.
The Cheese was gifted to Jackson in 1835 by one Thomas Meacham, being produced by dairy farmers in Oswego County, New York. It circulated the Mid-Atlantic on a tour as it made its way to D.C. The great Cheese arrived at the White House by carriage with 24 horses pulling it. It resided in the White House for about a year until February of 1837, at his final party as President, Jackson invited all to eat their fill of the Cheese.
"For hours did a crowd of men, women and boys hack at the cheese, many taking large hunks of it away with them. When they commenced, the cheese weighed one thousand four hundred pounds, and only a small piece was saved for the President's use. The air was redolent with cheese, the carpet was slippery with cheese, and nothing else was talked about at Washington that day. Even the scandal about the wife of the President's Secretary of War was forgotten in the tumultuous jubilation of that great occasion." - Perley's Reminiscences of Sixty Years in the National Metropolis, 1886, Benjamin Perley Poore
This painting is over 500 years old, but looks like it could have been made yesterday.
It might seem like an acid trip - it's actually the greatest warning about sin ever painted... (thread) 🧵
Long way back to recovery this time, folks.
Stent from November failed. Had an ACH blood clot cascade afterward. They redid the stent and back on blood thinners again.
Was in the rehab hospital until Saturday.
Slowly regaining function of my legs/balance/memory.
Today I completed 17,000 days of operations, extending my streak as the longest operating spacecraft. I say that with a tinge of sadness, as sister Voyager 1 (launched 16 days _after_ me) still struggles w a malfunction that prevents any downlink of science or engineering data.
For most of his life, Sheriff Buford Pusser dedicated himself to public service. His life took a tragic turn on Aug. 12, 1967, when his wife, Pauline, joined him on a routine investigation of a roadside disturbance.
In a sudden and shocking attack, their car was ambushed, and gunfire erupted. Pusser suffered a severe jaw injury but survived.
Tragically, Pauline was killed. Haunted by guilt over her death, which was likely a mob hit targeting him, Pusser intensified his war on crime.
He publicly identified four individuals as his wife's assassins and named Kirksey McCord Nix Jr., a notorious Dixie Mafia leader, as the orchestrator of the attack.
Although Nix evaded justice for Pauline’s murder — though he was later imprisoned for life for another crime — the other four suspects in Pauline's murder met mysterious ends, dying one after the other.
Speculation arose that Pusser might have orchestrated retribution against the mafia members responsible for his wife's death.
However, lacking concrete evidence linking him directly to these deaths, and perhaps influenced by a sense of poetic justice, authorities never pursued charges against Pusser for these incidents.