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2022.01.26 15:02 old_J_Roger Получены первые доказательства эффективности марихуаны против COVID-19 [Научпоп] [Перловка]

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2022.01.26 15:02 ramanacv What left or what is needed ?

I am a blockchain enthusiat and a software developer. Wondering what is left to build in this space as I see everything done.. ofcourse waiting for adoption in many projects
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2022.01.26 15:02 AerieCapable8861 Learning Tips

I often get distracted while studying. Kindly, what are some of the essential tips to improve on this?
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2022.01.26 15:02 vladislavsd [2022/01/26] Security guard won't face charges for Battle Creek club shooting (Battle Creek, MI)

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2022.01.26 15:02 oJOZUo Need help to get to diamond

Can Anyone preferably console players help me get to Diamond I’m in Plat 2, A seer main
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2022.01.26 15:02 4niteFrance SCIENCE MEME

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2022.01.26 15:02 StephenCarrHampton Decolonizing bird names

I was just interviewed by a writer for Audubon Magazine about the Bird Names for Birds movement-- a plan to change the names of about 100 species with honorific names like Scott's Oriole, named after Gen. Winfield Scott. Here's my essay about that one:
Reflections of a Native birder: The one Indian killer bird name I really have trouble with https://memoriesofthepeople.wordpress.com/2021/06/06/reflections-of-a-native-birder-the-one-indian-killer-bird-name-i-really-have-trouble-with/
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2022.01.26 15:02 amandaviva Beautiful luna

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2022.01.26 15:02 Illustrious-Beach399 My manipulative family sent me a 1000$ and I don’t want it.

I have posted this on two different subreddits just because I’m very desperate for answers. If this is not allowed please tell me and I will remove the post immediately
I haven’t talked to my dad since august, last time I saw him, I went to his place for a week and was constantly harassed because of a small tattoo I decided to get on my upper arm. I was told that I was fucking my life up. Im currently working on getting my masters degree but apparently that’s not enough compared to a tattoo on my arm.
You must be thinking this is overreacting. So here’s a more in depth description of our relationship: my dad went to jail for a couple month when I was 10 years old, nothing serious. But he has been on and off in my life ever since I was born. I never really mind, I only wanted a dad and was content when he would give me attention. He has asperger (which I know has nothing to do with this but I’m telling you as much as I can/know). He has sever anger issues and tends to be narcissistic( he has once put a knife up to his throat while screaming at my grandmother that if he slit his throat right now it would be her fault her son died.) my grandmother has always put up with this as she was the one to enable him the most when he was young and installing a constant pressure on all of her children, she has always told her children that my father was her favorite as he was very smart and handsome. He is actually extremely smart and has been tested.
Enough backstory, after school was out and I could go back to my family, I left my small studio and went back to see them, and my mother, who lives alone. After a couple days I could not handle the constant pressure I felt and wanted to cry literally every single time my father talked to me. I decided that I would go see my grandmother who can also be very manipulative but is more manageable than my father as I’m not completely terrified of her. The last days went well, but my dad did told my Muslim grandmother in our native language that i was tattooed.
My step mother was always the reason I could see my dad and act like I was a normal person with a normal relationship with their dad. But she suddenly switched and agreed that my life choices were completely outrageous.
I finally had enough as I had no support and left, I haven’t seen them since, nor have I seen my two siblings. One of them recently came out as transgender to me and I’m trying to help them as much as I can, as she still lives with them and they haven’t been told yet.
So here we are, January 26th as I’m writing this, I’m struggling for money (which is why I’ve been trying to sell feet pics) to continue my master and be able to live (I can’t find a job in my country because of covid, it’s been tough but manageable, my boyfriend and I live together and try to get by as much as I can. My bank account was totally empty today and I decided to check it again tonight as I was expecting some money from some of the pictures I sent. And I suddenly realized I had a 1000 $ on it. I checked the sender and realized it was my step mother’s name. I’m very confused and frankly scared. They have always been manipulative (not my step mom but my related family) and I’m afraid that if I don’t get in contact with them they will use the money against me. I refuse to use it for anything. I thought about sending it back but I’m also pretty sure they would be absolutely flabbergasted if I did so. So here I am, lost and scared, the only thing I’m sure of is that even if times are rough I refuse to use that money.
TDLR: My manipulative family I haven’t talked to since last year sent me a 1000$ out fo the blue and I don’t want it.
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2022.01.26 15:02 Daumber Crones' Cauldron Curse

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2022.01.26 15:02 ImHumanStick Feels like bring your kid to work day

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2022.01.26 15:02 Midnight_Elephant_ Hospital requiring us to come in even if COVID positive

The title says it all. I’m really conflicted about this. I work in an emergency room with a rather vulnerable patient population. At this point in time we are being made to come in if we’re positive and even symptomatic. Is this allowed for our managers to be forcing us to come in? It just seems highly unethical and totally against everything we’ve been taught. I’d love to know what y’all think!
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2022.01.26 15:02 asalaneck Do you think this is appropriate for an 8th grader?

Hi. If you feel like it, please take the time to read this short text/story and let me know if you think it is appropriate for an 8th grader to read for a homework assignment? Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't it seem a bit...inappropriate? Or am I wrong in thinking this? I am not judgmental by any means and never really raise concerns about much, but this one is a little different...
HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren't only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Some things about living still weren't quite right, though. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn't think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains. George and Hazel were watching television. There were tears on Hazel's cheeks, but she'd forgotten for the moment what they were about. On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. "That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel. "Huh" said George. "That dance-it was nice," said Hazel. "Yup," said George. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts. George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas. Hazel saw him wince. Having no mental handicap herself, she had to ask George what the latest sound had been. "Sounded like somebody hitting a milk bottle with a ball peen hammer," said George. "I'd think it would be real interesting, hearing all the different sounds," said Hazel a little envious. "All the things they think up." "Um," said George. "Only, if I was Handicapper General, you know what I would do?" said Hazel. Hazel, as a matter of fact, bore a strong resemblance to the Handicapper General, a woman named Diana Moon Glampers. "If I was Diana Moon Glampers," said Hazel, "I'd have chimes on Sunday-just chimes. Kind of in honor of religion." "I could think, if it was just chimes," said George. 2 "Well-maybe make 'em real loud," said Hazel. "I think I'd make a good Handicapper General." "Good as anybody else," said George. "Who knows better then I do what normal is?" said Hazel. "Right," said George. He began to think glimmeringly about his abnormal son who was now in jail, about Harrison, but a twenty-one-gun salute in his head stopped that. "Boy!" said Hazel, "that was a doozy, wasn't it?" It was such a doozy that George was white and trembling, and tears stood on the rims of his red eyes. Two of of the eight ballerinas had collapsed to the studio floor, were holding their temples. "All of a sudden you look so tired," said Hazel. "Why don't you stretch out on the sofa, so's you can rest your handicap bag on the pillows, honeybunch." She was referring to the forty-seven pounds of birdshot in a canvas bag, which was padlocked around George's neck. "Go on and rest the bag for a little while," she said. "I don't care if you're not equal to me for a while." George weighed the bag with his hands. "I don't mind it," he said. "I don't notice it any more. It's just a part of me." "You been so tired lately-kind of wore out," said Hazel. "If there was just some way we could make a little hole in the bottom of the bag, and just take out a few of them lead balls. Just a few." "Two years in prison and two thousand dollars fine for every ball I took out," said George. "I don't call that a bargain." "If you could just take a few out when you came home from work," said Hazel. "I mean-you don't compete with anybody around here. You just set around." "If I tried to get away with it," said George, "then other people'd get away with it-and pretty soon we'd be right back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn't like that, would you?" "I'd hate it," said Hazel. "There you are," said George. The minute people start cheating on laws, what do you think happens to society?" If Hazel hadn't been able to come up with an answer to this question, George couldn't have supplied one. A siren was going off in his head. "Reckon it'd fall all apart," said Hazel. "What would?" said George blankly. "Society," said Hazel uncertainly. "Wasn't that what you just said? "Who knows?" said George. The television program was suddenly interrupted for a news bulletin. It wasn't clear at first as to what the bulletin was about, since the announcer, like all announcers, had a serious speech impediment. For about half a minute, and in a state of high excitement, the announcer tried to say, "Ladies and Gentlemen." He finally gave up, handed the bulletin to a ballerina to read. 3 "That's all right-" Hazel said of the announcer, "he tried. That's the big thing. He tried to do the best he could with what God gave him. He should get a nice raise for trying so hard." "Ladies and Gentlemen," said the ballerina, reading the bulletin. She must have been extraordinarily beautiful, because the mask she wore was hideous. And it was easy to see that she was the strongest and most graceful of all the dancers, for her handicap bags were as big as those worn by two-hundred pound men. And she had to apologize at once for her voice, which was a very unfair voice for a woman to use. Her voice was a warm, luminous, timeless melody. "Excuse me-" she said, and she began again, making her voice absolutely uncompetitive. "Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under-handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous." A police photograph of Harrison Bergeron was flashed on the screen-upside down, then sideways, upside down again, then right side up. The picture showed the full length of Harrison against a background calibrated in feet and inches. He was exactly seven feet tall. The rest of Harrison's appearance was Halloween and hardware. Nobody had ever born heavier handicaps. He had outgrown hindrances faster than the H-G men could think them up. Instead of a little ear radio for a mental handicap, he wore a tremendous pair of earphones, and spectacles with thick wavy lenses. The spectacles were intended to make him not only half blind, but to give him whanging headaches besides. Scrap metal was hung all over him. Ordinarily, there was a certain symmetry, a military neatness to the handicaps issued to strong people, but Harrison looked like a walking junkyard. In the race of life, Harrison carried three hundred pounds. And to offset his good looks, the H-G men required that he wear at all times a red rubber ball for a nose, keep his eyebrows shaved off, and cover his even white teeth with black caps at snaggletooth random. "If you see this boy," said the ballerina, "do not - I repeat, do not - try to reason with him." There was the shriek of a door being torn from its hinges. Screams and barking cries of consternation came from the television set. The photograph of Harrison Bergeron on the screen jumped again and again, as though dancing to the tune of an earthquake. George Bergeron correctly identified the earthquake, and well he might have - for many was the time his own home had danced to the same crashing tune. "My God-" said George, "that must be Harrison!" The realization was blasted from his mind instantly by the sound of an automobile collision in his head. When George could open his eyes again, the photograph of Harrison was gone. A living, breathing Harrison filled the screen. Clanking, clownish, and huge, Harrison stood - in the center of the studio. The knob of the uprooted studio door was still in his hand. Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on their knees before him, expecting to die. "I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook. 4 "Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!" Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds. Harrison's scrap-iron handicaps crashed to the floor. Harrison thrust his thumbs under the bar of the padlock that secured his head harness. The bar snapped like celery. Harrison smashed his headphones and spectacles against the wall. He flung away his rubber-ball nose, revealed a man that would have awed Thor, the god of thunder. "I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. "Let the first woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!" A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow. Harrison plucked the mental handicap from her ear, snapped off her physical handicaps with marvelous delicacy. Last of all he removed her mask. She was blindingly beautiful. "Now-" said Harrison, taking her hand, "shall we show the people the meaning of the word dance? Music!" he commanded. The musicians scrambled back into their chairs, and Harrison stripped them of their handicaps, too. "Play your best," he told them, "and I'll make you barons and dukes and earls." The music began. It was normal at first-cheap, silly, false. But Harrison snatched two musicians from their chairs, waved them like batons as he sang the music as he wanted it played. He slammed them back into their chairs. The music began again and was much improved. Harrison and his Empress merely listened to the music for a while-listened gravely, as though synchronizing their heartbeats with it. They shifted their weights to their toes. Harrison placed his big hands on the girls tiny waist, letting her sense the weightlessness that would soon be hers. And then, in an explosion of joy and grace, into the air they sprang! Not only were the laws of the land abandoned, but the law of gravity and the laws of motion as well. They reeled, whirled, swiveled, flounced, capered, gamboled, and spun. They leaped like deer on the moon. The studio ceiling was thirty feet high, but each leap brought the dancers nearer to it. It became their obvious intention to kiss the ceiling. They kissed it. 5 And then, neutraling gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below the ceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time. It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor. Diana Moon Glampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on. It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out. Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer. George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel. "Yup," she said. "What about?" he said. "I forget," she said. "Something real sad on television." "What was it?" he said. "It's all kind of mixed up in my mind," said Hazel. "Forget sad things," said George. "I always do," said Hazel. "That's my girl," said George. He winced. There was the sound of a rivetting gun in his head. "Gee - I could tell that one was a doozy," said Hazel. "You can say that again," said George. "Gee-" said Hazel, "I could tell that one was a doozy."
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2022.01.26 15:02 Darkshreaders3 DC challange is a trip of insanity

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2022.01.26 15:02 FrontpageWatch2020 [#707|+437|2] True amazing [r/alexandradaddario]

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2022.01.26 15:02 furiousleader69 This is checkmate right? I play black.

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2022.01.26 15:02 Technical_Fee_2932 G2 are BACK! and VCT is heating up... — Plat Chat VALORANT Ep. 76

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2022.01.26 15:02 KenKaneki224 My sim just died but she never got an urn, what do I do?

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2022.01.26 15:02 ZoolShop Virginia woman ordered to stop harassing, stalking Apple CEO Tim Cook

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