A guy I went to college with started going to my gym so I was catching up with him and asked what he does for work and he got quiet and I was like “what, it can’t be that bad!” and he goes “Palantir” and I immediately realized it WAS that bad
@4dn161@aliasghar191 I had to learn it for grad school thesis
Unless you’re writing or typesetting a lot, you can use AI now
It’s depends on your background
Since I am into programming it came easy to me
PM Carney tells immigrants to leave behind the feuds of their homelands:
"We don't welcome the world's hatreds"
"When you come to Canada you bring your faith, your tradition, your language, your story - you leave behind your animosities"
@shestryingxjd peoples views over centuries ago can feel weird. this is why the talmud seems so horrible
and so does the old testament as these things were written by humans centuries and millennia ago
taking it on the same level as Quran/hadith won’t work out
@StevePaolasini@MarkJCarney the problem is that a degree from Waterloo is not seen as any different from a diploma mill
not that there’s French people coming in
You know, the killing is so relentless that you almost get used to it. A classroom of children killed every single day. You write about it, you read about it. Someone’s mother digs herself up from the rubble. Someone’s father is split in half. There was a video of wounded man using his arms to crawl across the road. Another man is so hungry he weeps. You read the stories. Each one is more brutal than the next and somehow the brutality is banal. You are numb, for better or for worse. But there are moments in the day, maybe just a singular moment, when you actually contend with the magnitude of the tragedy, when you are able to quantify the loss and in those moments you feel crushed—there are no adjectives. There are people mourning their lovers. Students missing their teachers. Orphans. Widowers. Grandmothers who look just like your own. I cry when I think about the people who were martyred just hours before they could apologize for something, or confess to something, or have something to eat. Or the slain who believed they would survive. And as the rancid rotten people of the world pontificate and debate the definition of genocide, you are at war with yourself, trying desperately to ignore the material meaning of the word. You read the news and you read the news and it is so hard to accept that the dead, the thousands of people they are slaughtering, they are your loved ones and your loved ones’ loved ones. This isn’t just a bad dream.
this will go systematically unnoticed for god knows when, and not a single entity will do a thing to slow it down let alone stop it, not even fake condemn it, and when Palestinians are pushed to explosion the world will act like Palestinians have started a new cycle of violence.