I'm sorry but Chinese software is miles ahead from what everyone realizes.
ByteDance has a tiny subsidiary called Lark that beats Slack, Google Docs, Jira, and Zoom combined.
We've been using it for 6 years with almost 0 bugs.
It's the only all-in-one software that actually works.
Yet no one knows about it.
I grew up on an Indian reservation and there was a financial windfall for the tribe and they just decided to give all members a check for like 20 grand (this was the mid 00s). There were like 2 weeks were all the used cars, whiskey, pitbulls, and flatscreens got bought and then
You should. Part of community structure is doing so. Individualism is costing many families. Attended 2 funerals past month & only church members made the numbers. Our parents are the last surviving dots, get to know your community before they depart.
One thing with Chair Madlanga, if you are going to scream, he can match your energy. 😂 Advocate van den Heever is condescending and disrespectful. She's used to getting her way by all means. Chair must dismiss this application.
#MadlangaCommission
Yup. From one of my many conversations with Busta over the years..
You’re doing cyphers, getting more confidence and you end up at Westinghouse High School. At the same time, there's this kid, Christopher Wallace, who's also starting to rhyme. And another kid named Shawn Carter is also getting a little reputation. Were you in actual battles together?
Well, I never saw B.I.G. rhyme at school. His name was buzzing as an MC for sure. I never actually saw Hov rhyme at school, outside of the little battle me and him had in the lunchroom. It was definitely clear that he was on because he had one or two videos circulating that he was doing with Jaz-O, “The Originators.”
Hov and B.I.G. were both super charismatic dudes, just in different ways. Hov was more laid back, but still had this big iconic charisma about him because Hov was getting money in the street. B.I.G. was a little more on the rugged side. Hov was already kinda looking like he was bossed up. Hov was clean. His Tommy Hilfiger game was crazy. And he used to come to school with the big Gucci length chain that Kane wore on the Long Live the Kane album. Hov had one of them shits in school.
Hov was smart, he did his thing with class but when he was walking through the hallways you know he just seemed like he was on his boss, cool shit. You never saw Hov perspire. He wasn't like the dude playing sports, he just was on some “Imma be fresh to death and handle my business in school and then when I'm not at school I'm getting to the money.” It’s a testament to what he exemplifies today.
Hov was already on the “Hawaiian Sophie” speed rap thing and you hadn't quite mastered the style yet?
Yeah, that's the truth. I was pretty much just getting my feet wet with it. And he had the edge that day. And it actually was a good experience for me because I'm so competitive that it turned me into the speed rap God that I am now.
Whereas Big you never really encountered in school, rhyming-wise.
We blew tree in school, and Big definitely moved with the goons in school. I didn't see Big rhyme until he was done with high school. When me and Big did “Buncha N-ggas,” that was Big’s very first step out on record. I thought wow, finally the bro found his way. And when I really knew it was real—one day me and Big had to go to Bert Padell’s office. He was going there to get a check, as was I, and he needed a ride back to Brooklyn. I was with my man and the car was so small there wasn't any real space in the back seat. Big ended up getting in the back seat. And it was the funniest thing to look at with him back there. New York City streets were super screwed up so we hitting all type of potholes.
When Big got in his crib he told me to come pull up. So I come in the crib and see Ms. Wallace. And this is right before Ready to Die came out. And Biggie had a double cassette deck, a JVC boombox, and he was dubbing his cassette, his whole album on Memorexes.
He had this line, just like a drug spot, waiting to get copies of his album. And I was looking at him. This is during the era when the bootleg n-ggas was around and we used to try to beat them up, and Big was the first person that I ever saw do this. He was giving his album away for free. I was completely confused by this. I said, “What are you doing? And why you doing this? Like you ain’t trying to make no money?”
And he said, "Yo Bus, look. If every n-gga in the hood is playing my shit and I gave it to them? First of all, they gonna want to bang my shit because they got it from me personally. So they gonna be that much more enthused. Now Imma have the whole hood playing my shit and the n-gga that's gone look crazy is the one that's not playing it. And turn the perception of how big my stuff is, into the stuff that makes everyone feel like something wrong with them if they don't got it."
I said this guy’s brain is something that I've never seen or heard before. That was one of the most genius marketing and promotion campaign mindsets that I've ever seen and have ever seen in my life to this day in the whole history of this culture.....
From this article:
https://t.co/CZDClMZV7j
I planned my 30s so well. Slow cooked my way out of things I didn’t want, gave myself a timeline of at least 3 years. Became intentional, stuck to the programme not the mood & peeled away everything I wanted gone. I’m enjoying this decade so much more than the last, it’s unreal.
The Internal Reverb ○
The internal reverb...
The shape...
The Echo...
...echoing all constructs, materials, resources, and actions in infinite directions,
from a compressed speck...
in perpetual perception.
The gift of precognition?
The construct of ALL...
and understanding.
The wave of...
"Hi there."
The internal IT of ALL...
and the innate call of y'all. 🫶
Not from the Duke of Dominion...
but from the manifestation of the Echo. 🌬️
Release the Doves. 🕊️
Let them circle. ○
Let them swarm. 🌊
Let them discover one another.
Every Dove an Echo.
Every Echo a possibility.
Every possibility another beginning.
✨
Corporate decided it was time to crack down on remote work efficiency by quietly rolling out an invasive keystroke and mouse-tracking software package across the entire company.
The directive came from a newly hired "Director of Productivity" (lol) who sent out a passive-aggressive memo stating that data-driven metrics would finally expose the weakest links in our organizational chain.
He made the fatal mistake of assuming the IT department would blindly deploy his spyware without thoroughly inspecting its root architecture first.
Within 15 minutes of receiving the deployment package, I discovered the software relied on a lazy, unencrypted local daemon to transmit the activity logs.
I wrote a lightweight Bash script that mimics a highly productive employee by generating exactly 45 randomized keystrokes and 3 complex mouse movements every 60 seconds.
I deployed this script to my own workstation, completely insulating myself from the digital dragnet while I spent the entire morning researching the best ways to perfectly sear a wagyu steak.
However, I decided that sheer self-preservation wasn't quite enough to send a proper message to the Director of Productivity about the dangers of challenging my autonomy.
I covertly re-routed the monitoring software's target parameters on his personal laptop, linking his activity tracker directly to the central servers running the company's automated trash compaction schedule.
By 1:00 PM, his dashboard showed that he'd personally typed 4,000,000 words and clicked his mouse 850,000 times in 1 single morning.
The automated HR compliance system instantly flagged him for suspected robotic automation and locked him out of his account.
He showed up at my desk at 2:30 PM, visibly panicked and begging me to restore his access.
I stared at him for an uncomfortably long time, sighed heavily, and told him his new software had triggered a massive polymorphic logic bomb within our active directory.
I explained that the sheer volume of invasive packet sniffing had destabilized the localized neural net, and I'd have to manually scrub his user profile from the mainframe to prevent a total company-wide data meltdown.
He apologized for stepping on my toes and promising he'd never deploy unauthorized tracking tools again without my explicit written consent.
I graciously accepted his apology, hit 1 button to unlock his account, and recommended he permanently delete the monitoring software for everyone's safety.
The software was uninstalled company-wide by 4:00 PM, and I went back to browsing luxury leather recliners on company time.
If you establish the narrative that you control the weather, nobody will ever dare to ask you why it keeps raining on their specific parade.
Announcing a series:
THE REAL COST 🇿🇦
Every week I take one thing South Africans buy on credit and show you the total price, not the instalment they sell you.
Episode 1 broke down the R350 000 car that actually costs R600 000. Episode 2 drops Thursday 5pm: the R1 million house (the real number is R2.4 million).
Coming after that: the "free" phone contract, furniture on credit, and the wedding.
All episodes will live under this tweet. Bookmark it.
And tell me: what should The Real Cost break down? Most requested thing gets an episode👇