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2024.05.16 22:01 imlighterthanair Students at poor majority black schools don't deserve any help
I'm a substitute teacher in Florida, and I have been for about a year while I work towards my degree. I'm gonna start this off by saying most of the schools that I have been to have been perfectly fine; the students walk in normally, take a seat and converse quietly until I start instructing, at which point they quiet down and follow whatever instructions I give them. Even if there is talking during work time, I can generally trust that it won't get out of hand and that all the students will still complete the work given. Students at these schools actually respect educators.
The crazy thing is, when I say "these schools" I'm sure y'all think I mean affluent white majority schools; the reality is that a lot of the schools I teach at are majority Hispanic and not all that well off, yet they are still respectful and still show an eagerness to learn.
Every single majority black school I have been to has been a shit show. Students come into class running around, jumping, pushing other kids, walking in and out of class, blasting music, cursing—basically everything but respectfully walking in. Even after the bell rings, the students at black majority schools act like nothing happened; when I try to give my instruction, I am met with laughter and even louder talking.
Let's say I make it past that little hurdle and actually manage to give the instructions to the students. None of them take the initiative to do anything unless I am literally hovering over them every single second of the period. If they don't have a pencil, they will just sit there all class doing nothing. And their excuse? It was your fault for not giving them one in the first place. I am not exaggerating when I say NONE of them have any interest in learning. If I so much as look down for a second, it's back to mayhem in the classroom.
Every day that I work at a black majority school, I endure insults from multiple students (such as "fuck you nigga" or "I ain't doin' that shit bitch" in response to being asked to do a worksheet), witness twerking on a desk to Sexyy Redd's music, see at least three fights, and send at least ten students to the office (who by the way get sent back 20 minutes later doing the same thing that got them sent out).
The funniest part is I think liberal leaning people in this country tend to have this false belief that just because someone is black, they are automatically progressive and accepting. These kids I have seen at black majority schools say some of the most vile, disgusting shit I have ever heard. On the daily, comments making fun of rape, gay people, teen moms, and pretty much anything or anyone else you can think of. As an Indian-American male, I have ONLY experienced racism at these black majority schools. These kids will literally play stereotypical Indian music on a hidden speaker to mess with me, ask me if I have a job at 7/11, call me Mohammad—you get the point.
These majority black schools are not worth all the support and help that they get; their students do not know how to use it. These kids wouldn't try in school even if they were guaranteed a full ride to Harvard after.
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The crazy thing is, when I say "these schools" I'm sure y'all think I mean affluent white majority schools; the reality is that a lot of the schools I teach at are majority Hispanic and not all that well off, yet they are still respectful and still show an eagerness to learn.
Every single majority black school I have been to has been a shit show. Students come into class running around, jumping, pushing other kids, walking in and out of class, blasting music, cursing—basically everything but respectfully walking in. Even after the bell rings, the students at black majority schools act like nothing happened; when I try to give my instruction, I am met with laughter and even louder talking.
Let's say I make it past that little hurdle and actually manage to give the instructions to the students. None of them take the initiative to do anything unless I am literally hovering over them every single second of the period. If they don't have a pencil, they will just sit there all class doing nothing. And their excuse? It was your fault for not giving them one in the first place. I am not exaggerating when I say NONE of them have any interest in learning. If I so much as look down for a second, it's back to mayhem in the classroom.
Every day that I work at a black majority school, I endure insults from multiple students (such as "fuck you nigga" or "I ain't doin' that shit bitch" in response to being asked to do a worksheet), witness twerking on a desk to Sexyy Redd's music, see at least three fights, and send at least ten students to the office (who by the way get sent back 20 minutes later doing the same thing that got them sent out).
The funniest part is I think liberal leaning people in this country tend to have this false belief that just because someone is black, they are automatically progressive and accepting. These kids I have seen at black majority schools say some of the most vile, disgusting shit I have ever heard. On the daily, comments making fun of rape, gay people, teen moms, and pretty much anything or anyone else you can think of. As an Indian-American male, I have ONLY experienced racism at these black majority schools. These kids will literally play stereotypical Indian music on a hidden speaker to mess with me, ask me if I have a job at 7/11, call me Mohammad—you get the point.
These majority black schools are not worth all the support and help that they get; their students do not know how to use it. These kids wouldn't try in school even if they were guaranteed a full ride to Harvard after.
2024.05.16 22:00 Massive_Learner Wayland not detecting 3rd monitor after Fedora 40 upgrade.
I have a desktop Dell PC, dual-booting with Windows 10 and Fedora. My setup has 3 monitors.
Prior to upgrading to Fedora 40, all 3 monitors were working well with Fedora 39. After upgrading to Fedora 40, the 3rd monitor just shows a black screen. As the computer is booting, I can see the Dell logo on all 3 monitors and Windows still works with the 3 monitors. However, when I am in the login screen, and after login into Gnome, only 2 monitors work. However, if I log into Gnome on Xorg, the 3 monitors do work. So I suspect it is a Wayland thing.
What is strange is that the 3rd monitor does appear with inxi, but it is still black.
Here is some info on my system after running inxi -Fzxxx:
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Prior to upgrading to Fedora 40, all 3 monitors were working well with Fedora 39. After upgrading to Fedora 40, the 3rd monitor just shows a black screen. As the computer is booting, I can see the Dell logo on all 3 monitors and Windows still works with the 3 monitors. However, when I am in the login screen, and after login into Gnome, only 2 monitors work. However, if I log into Gnome on Xorg, the 3 monitors do work. So I suspect it is a Wayland thing.
What is strange is that the 3rd monitor does appear with inxi, but it is still black.
Here is some info on my system after running inxi -Fzxxx:
System: Kernel: 6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 arch: x86_64 bits: 64 compiler: gcc v: 2.41-34.fc40 clocksource: tsc Desktop: GNOME v: 46.1 tk: GTK v: 3.24.41 wm: gnome-shell tools: gsd-screensaver-proxy dm: GDM v: 46.0 Distro: Fedora Linux 40 (Workstation Edition) Machine: Type: Desktop System: Dell product: OptiPlex 7010 v: 01 serial:Chassis: type: 6 serial: Mobo: Dell model: 0GY6Y8 v: A02 serial: part-nu: OptiPlex 7010 uuid: UEFI: Dell v: A16 date: 09/09/2013 CPU: Info: quad core model: Intel Core i7-3770 bits: 64 type: MT MCP smt: enabled arch: Ivy Bridge rev: 9 cache: L1: 256 KiB L2: 1024 KiB L3: 8 MiB Speed (MHz): avg: 1603 high: 1637 min/max: 1600/3900 cores: 1: 1600 2: 1596 3: 1600 4: 1600 5: 1600 6: 1637 7: 1600 8: 1596 bogomips: 54275 Flags: avx ht lm nx pae sse sse2 sse3 sse4_1 sse4_2 ssse3 vmx Graphics: Device-1: AMD Caicos XT [Radeon HD 7470/8470 / R5 235/310 OEM] vendor: Dell driver: radeon v: kernel arch: TeraScale-2 pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 16 ports: active: DP-1,DVI-I-1 empty: none bus-ID: 01:00.0 chip-ID: 1002:6778 class-ID: 0300 temp: 47.5 C Device-2: AMD Caicos XT [Radeon HD 7470/8470 / R5 235/310 OEM] vendor: Dell driver: radeon v: kernel arch: TeraScale-2 pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 4 ports: active: DVI-I-2 empty: DP-2 bus-ID: 03:00.0 chip-ID: 1002:6778 class-ID: 0300 temp: 50.5 C Device-3: EMEET HD Webcam C960 driver: snd-usb-audio,uvcvideo type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 480 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.1:3 chip-ID: 328f:006d class-ID: 0102 serial: Display: wayland server: X.org v: 1.20.14 with: Xwayland v: 23.2.6 compositor: gnome-shell driver: X: loaded: radeon unloaded: fbdev,modesetting,vesa dri: r600 gpu: radeon display-ID: 0 Monitor-1: DP-1 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 Monitor-2: DVI-I-1 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 Monitor-3: DVI-I-2 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 API: OpenGL v: 4.5 vendor: mesa v: 24.0.7 glx-v: 1.4 es-v: 3.1 direct-render: yes renderer: AMD CAICOS (DRM 2.50.0 / 6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 LLVM 18.1.1) device-ID: 1002:6778 display-ID: :0.0 API: EGL Message: EGL data requires eglinfo. Check --recommends. Audio: Device-1: Intel 7 Series/C216 Family High Definition Audio vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel bus-ID: 00:1b.0 chip-ID: 8086:1e20 class-ID: 0403 Device-2: AMD Caicos HDMI Audio [Radeon HD 6450 / 7450/8450/8490 OEM R5 230/235/235X OEM] vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 16 bus-ID: 01:00.1 chip-ID: 1002:aa98 class-ID: 0403 Device-3: AMD Caicos HDMI Audio [Radeon HD 6450 / 7450/8450/8490 OEM R5 230/235/235X OEM] vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 4 bus-ID: 03:00.1 chip-ID: 1002:aa98 class-ID: 0403 Device-4: EMEET HD Webcam C960 driver: snd-usb-audio,uvcvideo type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 480 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.1:3 chip-ID: 328f:006d class-ID: 0102 serial: API: ALSA v: k6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 status: kernel-api Server-1: JACK v: 1.9.22 status: off Server-2: PipeWire v: 1.0.6 status: active with: 1: pipewire-pulse status: active 2: wireplumber status: active 3: pipewire-alsa type: plugin Network: Device-1: Intel 82579LM Gigabit Network vendor: Dell driver: e1000e v: kernel port: f040 bus-ID: 00:19.0 chip-ID: 8086:1502 class-ID: 0200 IF: eno1 state: up speed: 100 Mbps duplex: full mac: Bluetooth: Device-1: Cambridge Silicon Radio Bluetooth Dongle (HCI mode) driver: btusb v: 0.8 type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 12 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.4:4 chip-ID: 0a12:0001 class-ID: e001 Report: btmgmt ID: hci0 rfk-id: 0 state: up address: bt-v: 4.0 lmp-v: 6 class-ID: 7c0104 Drives: Local Storage: total: 476.94 GiB used: 8.38 GiB (1.8%) ID-1: /dev/sda vendor: A-Data model: SU750 size: 476.94 GiB speed: 6.0 Gb/s tech: SSD serial: fw-rev: 1R17 temp: 53 C scheme: GPT Partition: ID-1: / size: 237.41 GiB used: 7.98 GiB (3.4%) fs: btrfs dev: /dev/sda6 ID-2: /boot size: 973.4 MiB used: 365 MiB (37.5%) fs: ext4 dev: /dev/sda5 ID-3: /boot/efi size: 96 MiB used: 44.2 MiB (46.1%) fs: vfat dev: /dev/sda1 ID-4: /home size: 237.41 GiB used: 7.98 GiB (3.4%) fs: btrfs dev: /dev/sda6 Swap: ID-1: swap-1 type: zram size: 8 GiB used: 0 KiB (0.0%) priority: 100 dev: /dev/zram0 Sensors: System Temperatures: cpu: 41.0 C mobo: N/A Fan Speeds (rpm): N/A GPU: device: radeon temp: 50.5 C device: radeon temp: 47.0 C Info: Memory: total: 16 GiB available: 15.57 GiB used: 2.18 GiB (14.0%) Processes: 344 Power: uptime: 1m states: freeze,mem,disk suspend: deep wakeups: 0 hibernate: platform Init: systemd v: 255 target: graphical (5) default: graphical Packages: pm: flatpak pkgs: 5 Compilers: N/A Shell: Bash v: 5.2.26 running-in: gnome-terminal inxi: 3.3.34System: Kernel: 6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 arch: x86_64 bits: 64 compiler: gcc v: 2.41-34.fc40 clocksource: tsc Desktop: GNOME v: 46.1 tk: GTK v: 3.24.41 wm: gnome-shell tools: gsd-screensaver-proxy dm: GDM v: 46.0 Distro: Fedora Linux 40 (Workstation Edition) Machine: Type: Desktop System: Dell product: OptiPlex 7010 v: 01 serial: Chassis: type: 6 serial: Mobo: Dell model: 0GY6Y8 v: A02 serial: part-nu: OptiPlex 7010 uuid: UEFI: Dell v: A16 date: 09/09/2013 CPU: Info: quad core model: Intel Core i7-3770 bits: 64 type: MT MCP smt: enabled arch: Ivy Bridge rev: 9 cache: L1: 256 KiB L2: 1024 KiB L3: 8 MiB Speed (MHz): avg: 1603 high: 1637 min/max: 1600/3900 cores: 1: 1600 2: 1596 3: 1600 4: 1600 5: 1600 6: 1637 7: 1600 8: 1596 bogomips: 54275 Flags: avx ht lm nx pae sse sse2 sse3 sse4_1 sse4_2 ssse3 vmx Graphics: Device-1: AMD Caicos XT [Radeon HD 7470/8470 / R5 235/310 OEM] vendor: Dell driver: radeon v: kernel arch: TeraScale-2 pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 16 ports: active: DP-1,DVI-I-1 empty: none bus-ID: 01:00.0 chip-ID: 1002:6778 class-ID: 0300 temp: 47.5 C Device-2: AMD Caicos XT [Radeon HD 7470/8470 / R5 235/310 OEM] vendor: Dell driver: radeon v: kernel arch: TeraScale-2 pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 4 ports: active: DVI-I-2 empty: DP-2 bus-ID: 03:00.0 chip-ID: 1002:6778 class-ID: 0300 temp: 50.5 C Device-3: EMEET HD Webcam C960 driver: snd-usb-audio,uvcvideo type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 480 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.1:3 chip-ID: 328f:006d class-ID: 0102 serial: Display: wayland server: X.org v: 1.20.14 with: Xwayland v: 23.2.6 compositor: gnome-shell driver: X: loaded: radeon unloaded: fbdev,modesetting,vesa dri: r600 gpu: radeon display-ID: 0 Monitor-1: DP-1 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 Monitor-2: DVI-I-1 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 Monitor-3: DVI-I-2 model: Dell P2312H serial: res: 1920x1080 dpi: 96 size: 510x287mm (20.08x11.3") diag: 585mm (23") modes: max: 1920x1080 min: 720x400 API: OpenGL v: 4.5 vendor: mesa v: 24.0.7 glx-v: 1.4 es-v: 3.1 direct-render: yes renderer: AMD CAICOS (DRM 2.50.0 / 6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 LLVM 18.1.1) device-ID: 1002:6778 display-ID: :0.0 API: EGL Message: EGL data requires eglinfo. Check --recommends. Audio: Device-1: Intel 7 Series/C216 Family High Definition Audio vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel bus-ID: 00:1b.0 chip-ID: 8086:1e20 class-ID: 0403 Device-2: AMD Caicos HDMI Audio [Radeon HD 6450 / 7450/8450/8490 OEM R5 230/235/235X OEM] vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 16 bus-ID: 01:00.1 chip-ID: 1002:aa98 class-ID: 0403 Device-3: AMD Caicos HDMI Audio [Radeon HD 6450 / 7450/8450/8490 OEM R5 230/235/235X OEM] vendor: Dell driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel pcie: speed: 5 GT/s lanes: 4 bus-ID: 03:00.1 chip-ID: 1002:aa98 class-ID: 0403 Device-4: EMEET HD Webcam C960 driver: snd-usb-audio,uvcvideo type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 480 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.1:3 chip-ID: 328f:006d class-ID: 0102 serial: API: ALSA v: k6.8.9-300.fc40.x86_64 status: kernel-api Server-1: JACK v: 1.9.22 status: off Server-2: PipeWire v: 1.0.6 status: active with: 1: pipewire-pulse status: active 2: wireplumber status: active 3: pipewire-alsa type: plugin Network: Device-1: Intel 82579LM Gigabit Network vendor: Dell driver: e1000e v: kernel port: f040 bus-ID: 00:19.0 chip-ID: 8086:1502 class-ID: 0200 IF: eno1 state: up speed: 100 Mbps duplex: full mac: Bluetooth: Device-1: Cambridge Silicon Radio Bluetooth Dongle (HCI mode) driver: btusb v: 0.8 type: USB rev: 2.0 speed: 12 Mb/s lanes: 1 bus-ID: 4-1.4:4 chip-ID: 0a12:0001 class-ID: e001 Report: btmgmt ID: hci0 rfk-id: 0 state: up address: bt-v: 4.0 lmp-v: 6 class-ID: 7c0104 Drives: Local Storage: total: 476.94 GiB used: 8.38 GiB (1.8%) ID-1: /dev/sda vendor: A-Data model: SU750 size: 476.94 GiB speed: 6.0 Gb/s tech: SSD serial: fw-rev: 1R17 temp: 53 C scheme: GPT Partition: ID-1: / size: 237.41 GiB used: 7.98 GiB (3.4%) fs: btrfs dev: /dev/sda6 ID-2: /boot size: 973.4 MiB used: 365 MiB (37.5%) fs: ext4 dev: /dev/sda5 ID-3: /boot/efi size: 96 MiB used: 44.2 MiB (46.1%) fs: vfat dev: /dev/sda1 ID-4: /home size: 237.41 GiB used: 7.98 GiB (3.4%) fs: btrfs dev: /dev/sda6 Swap: ID-1: swap-1 type: zram size: 8 GiB used: 0 KiB (0.0%) priority: 100 dev: /dev/zram0 Sensors: System Temperatures: cpu: 41.0 C mobo: N/A Fan Speeds (rpm): N/A GPU: device: radeon temp: 50.5 C device: radeon temp: 47.0 C Info: Memory: total: 16 GiB available: 15.57 GiB used: 2.18 GiB (14.0%) Processes: 344 Power: uptime: 1m states: freeze,mem,disk suspend: deep wakeups: 0 hibernate: platform Init: systemd v: 255 target: graphical (5) default: graphical Packages: pm: flatpak pkgs: 5 Compilers: N/A Shell: Bash v: 5.2.26 running-in: gnome-terminal inxi: 3.3.34
2024.05.16 22:00 SweetChainzz How to deal with pregnancy depression
I am 10 weeks 5 days pregnant with my first and ever since finding out I was pregnant I have gone through a lot of depression. My pregnancy was definitely a surprise to me and my husband, but we are excited about it nonetheless. I have been depressed, angry, annoyed, and anxious the most of my pregnancy so far, especially at work and I’m so tired of it. I feel guilty too because I know it’s not good for baby and I have thoughts of “ I don’t even want to be pregnant right now” but this is the situation and I don’t know what to do. Does it get better or is it just something I’m going to have to learn to regulate better ?
Also to note: I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for the majority of my life and I’m wondering if that is a contributing factor for the new intense feelings. Before I felt like I had a good handle on it.
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Also to note: I’ve struggled with depression and anxiety for the majority of my life and I’m wondering if that is a contributing factor for the new intense feelings. Before I felt like I had a good handle on it.
2024.05.16 21:59 Advice_needed9 How do I survive AI?
Here's my(23M) profile: 1. Bachelor's in Computer Science 2. Did an internship as a product management intern at a small startup 3. Worked as a springboot developer at Capgemini 4. Currently pursuing my Master's in Information Technology and Management at UT Dallas.
I have experience of less than an year.
Areas of interest: Product Management, product/business or data Analyst.
I am open to go into prompt engineering and other AI/MLE roles but I don't have any skills pertaining to these roles at the moment.
How do I survive AI as most of the tech jobs will be automated?
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I have experience of less than an year.
Areas of interest: Product Management, product/business or data Analyst.
I am open to go into prompt engineering and other AI/MLE roles but I don't have any skills pertaining to these roles at the moment.
How do I survive AI as most of the tech jobs will be automated?
2024.05.16 21:58 Icy-Importance109 MSc options
Hi everyone.
I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioral economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
submitted by Icy-Importance109 to cognitivescience [link] [comments]
I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioral economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
2024.05.16 21:58 Icy-Importance109 MSc options
Hi everyone.
I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioural economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
submitted by Icy-Importance109 to cogsci [link] [comments]
I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioural economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
2024.05.16 21:58 99project_cars I feel trapped
So after 6 months of being unemployed and depleting my savings, I got a job!
I was excited, it was less than I was making previously but still enough to cover bills and a teeny bit left for actually living life and recreation.
However I am growing to hate this job. The disorganization is rampant. I work in design, and majority of the job is updating old files and altering existing ones.
However nobody seems to be aware of where I can locate these files, which including senior management. Majority of my time is spent hunting down files and maybe 20 minutes of my day is actual work.
Yet they are extremely anal about the organization of their PMS. The irony is unbearable. The only employee who is able to provide meaningful resources or files is someone who has only been here 4 weeks longer than me.
I want to quit, like the two designers who did before I onboarded, but I’m so desperate I feel like I’m trapped between impossible tasks and literal hunger as weeks before my offer I was unable to afford groceries.
I’m exasperated and I want to give up.
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I was excited, it was less than I was making previously but still enough to cover bills and a teeny bit left for actually living life and recreation.
However I am growing to hate this job. The disorganization is rampant. I work in design, and majority of the job is updating old files and altering existing ones.
However nobody seems to be aware of where I can locate these files, which including senior management. Majority of my time is spent hunting down files and maybe 20 minutes of my day is actual work.
Yet they are extremely anal about the organization of their PMS. The irony is unbearable. The only employee who is able to provide meaningful resources or files is someone who has only been here 4 weeks longer than me.
I want to quit, like the two designers who did before I onboarded, but I’m so desperate I feel like I’m trapped between impossible tasks and literal hunger as weeks before my offer I was unable to afford groceries.
I’m exasperated and I want to give up.
2024.05.16 21:57 tenngirll Psychologist made me even more depressed
You can read more about my (30F) psychologist in my profile history. Basic run-down is that she pressured me into taking Prozac even though I said I didn't want to, pressured me into doing dating apps when I said I had been traumatized by men on them, and pressured me to talk about my SA and do EMDR when I didn't want to.
I eventually left a voicemail saying that therapy wasn't working for me. This was 3 hours before my appt. She wanted me to pay $500 for missing the appointment (it was a $250 double session).
I left a voicemail on her phone telling her that I didn't appreciate her pressuring into things and no financially exploiting me. I then looked up her psychologist license and saw that it expired in 2021.
She finally returned my voicemail and this is what she said: "I got your message yesterday. You don't have to pay for that session. But I am concerned, I think that I used cognitive behavioral techniques to help you with BDD as well as depression and the fact that you don't have girlfriends, haven't had a real relationship with a guy, and I tried to do some interpersonal psychotherapy around that. I did the best I could. I would love for you to come in and talk about this because your relationships often don't work out. The good thing about therapy is you can come in and talk about our relationship and we can figure out and negotiate and work it out -- something that you're gonna have to do in relationships with others. So let me know if you'd like to come in and talk about it. I wish you the best, take care"
It felt like she was almost mocking me or throwing it in my face that I don't have friends and haven't been in a real relationship. The truth is I actually do have friends - I literally just went on a vacation to Arizona with them - but they don't live in the same state as me.
I also feel like she is trying to insinuate that I am the problem in relationships and don't put enough effort in. I don't think that's true at all - I have a lot of empathy and usually give people a lot of chances, especially men I've dated. I attract a lot of men with narcissistic traits.
The whole thing is unsettling to me. I have horrible depression and have had a horrible time in therapy. I feel genuinely hopeless and like nothing will help. I also feel like a major loser who can't have friends and fails at relationships :(
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I eventually left a voicemail saying that therapy wasn't working for me. This was 3 hours before my appt. She wanted me to pay $500 for missing the appointment (it was a $250 double session).
I left a voicemail on her phone telling her that I didn't appreciate her pressuring into things and no financially exploiting me. I then looked up her psychologist license and saw that it expired in 2021.
She finally returned my voicemail and this is what she said: "I got your message yesterday. You don't have to pay for that session. But I am concerned, I think that I used cognitive behavioral techniques to help you with BDD as well as depression and the fact that you don't have girlfriends, haven't had a real relationship with a guy, and I tried to do some interpersonal psychotherapy around that. I did the best I could. I would love for you to come in and talk about this because your relationships often don't work out. The good thing about therapy is you can come in and talk about our relationship and we can figure out and negotiate and work it out -- something that you're gonna have to do in relationships with others. So let me know if you'd like to come in and talk about it. I wish you the best, take care"
It felt like she was almost mocking me or throwing it in my face that I don't have friends and haven't been in a real relationship. The truth is I actually do have friends - I literally just went on a vacation to Arizona with them - but they don't live in the same state as me.
I also feel like she is trying to insinuate that I am the problem in relationships and don't put enough effort in. I don't think that's true at all - I have a lot of empathy and usually give people a lot of chances, especially men I've dated. I attract a lot of men with narcissistic traits.
The whole thing is unsettling to me. I have horrible depression and have had a horrible time in therapy. I feel genuinely hopeless and like nothing will help. I also feel like a major loser who can't have friends and fails at relationships :(
2024.05.16 21:57 Icy-Importance109 MSc options
Hi everyone.
I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioural economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
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I wanted to ask for some advice because I have to choose my master’s programme and I have some doubts. I’m interested in behavioural economics and cognitive science, specifically the intersection between both (eg cognitive models associated with economic decision making). I have some research experience working in projects related to scarcity and my job experience is in Data Science.
I’ve been accepted for Cognitive Science MSc at ENS-PSL, Behavioural Science MSc at LSE and Behavioural and Data Science MSc at Warwick.
I’m interested in pursuing a PhD in either economics or cognitive science, hopefully at Princeton, Stanford, Chicago or MIT. Which of these programmes is more likely to land me a good PhD placement in one of these?
I’m torn between ENS and LSE. LSE is very prestigious, but both the programme and the city are very expensive, and I wasn’t offered any financial support. My only worry regarding LSE is that the programme is from the Psychology department, not Economics, so I’m worried the LSE prestige might not translate to a degree from this department.
ENS’ programme is very interesting because I’ll get much more research experience and the programme is also much cheaper, but I’m worried it might be less prestigious and might hurt my chances of landing a PhD placement (or a good job in industry if I need to cross over).
Any recommendations would be very helpful to make a choice.
2024.05.16 21:57 SistersAndBoggs Birmingham Service Industry Personnel Who Have Grievances With Your Employers
I lived in another state before Alabama and was a party to a multi-employee wage & labor dispute. Please know, I am not 'the guy who sues people'. This was a unique circumstance where we were approached by a lawyer who was representing another employee in our office, and it was explained to us clearly that our rights were being violated and legal wages owed to us were being withheld. It was not a class action claim (too few claimants), but the same lawyer represented each of us individually. Our claims ranged from misclassification (being illegally classified as a 'manager' so that we weren't eligible for overtime), unpaid breaks, and most importantly, major tip violations, where the employer was keeping our tips. The lawyer calculated each of our claims individually and sent separate demand letters. The employer then retained their own attorney who reviewed our claims against the state labor code (which our attorney had generously provided), and advised their client to promptly pay our claims so as to avoid a guaranteed loss in court + far greater attorney fees.
I say that to say this. I am constantly reading comments from workers both within this Reddit sub as well as the occasional google review of restaurants where a disgruntled current or former employee will anonymously outline ways in which they feel they were cheated. If you feel you have a reasonable wage or labor claim, I highly advise you to make note of any any all suspected violations, and contact a local wage & labor attorney. My claim was not in Alabama, and I have no allegiance to any local attorneys, therefore I am listing 3 that I found at first glance.
I am not an attorney and don't want to speak as one (super annoying when people do this) but I can tell you that if you are in the below criteria, you most definitely have a claim:
Did your boss or owner tell you at hiring, something along the lines of "The credit card tips at the cash register are too hard to keep up with, so what we do is pay everyone a higher hourly rate than anyone else around here, and it works out better for you that way" ? Not legal. All tips taken during a time frame are legally required to be properly accounted, and distributed to the employees classified as 'service' within that time frame. It can come later in the form of a check, and a % of it (roughly 3.5%) can be deducted for the CC fee, but this must be calculated and paid to the penny.
Did your boss convince you to waive your right to breaks and allow you to work 8 straight hours, eating at your desk so that you can "not have to take breaks and get off an hour earlier"? Not legal, you cannot waive this right even if you want to.
There are a slew of other wage and labor claims that your bosses or owners could be violating. During my ordeal, I personally read the labor codes of my state beforehand to try and see off the top of my head which ones had been violated. I counted 8. After meeting with the attorney and answering 100+ questions, they found 19 labor codes that had been violated. I liked his number much better.
If you are averse to attorneys, you also have the option of making a claim directly with the state labor board, who will investigate your claim and get you your money. It takes much longer.
The restaurant business is somewhat in shambles right now despite the lines you see out the door when you drive by. The cost of goods and services is at an all time high. Labor is at an all time high. Profit percentages are at an all time low. I have the deepest respect for the plight of the mom & pop restaurant owner. But the law is the law, and a local business owners rough tides cannot be stilled by the exploitation of workers.
Here are 3 wage & labor attorneys I found local to Birmingham:
https://www.adamporterlaw.com/
https://hkm.com/birmingham/
https://www.allenarnoldlaw.com/
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I say that to say this. I am constantly reading comments from workers both within this Reddit sub as well as the occasional google review of restaurants where a disgruntled current or former employee will anonymously outline ways in which they feel they were cheated. If you feel you have a reasonable wage or labor claim, I highly advise you to make note of any any all suspected violations, and contact a local wage & labor attorney. My claim was not in Alabama, and I have no allegiance to any local attorneys, therefore I am listing 3 that I found at first glance.
I am not an attorney and don't want to speak as one (super annoying when people do this) but I can tell you that if you are in the below criteria, you most definitely have a claim:
Did your boss or owner tell you at hiring, something along the lines of "The credit card tips at the cash register are too hard to keep up with, so what we do is pay everyone a higher hourly rate than anyone else around here, and it works out better for you that way" ? Not legal. All tips taken during a time frame are legally required to be properly accounted, and distributed to the employees classified as 'service' within that time frame. It can come later in the form of a check, and a % of it (roughly 3.5%) can be deducted for the CC fee, but this must be calculated and paid to the penny.
Did your boss convince you to waive your right to breaks and allow you to work 8 straight hours, eating at your desk so that you can "not have to take breaks and get off an hour earlier"? Not legal, you cannot waive this right even if you want to.
There are a slew of other wage and labor claims that your bosses or owners could be violating. During my ordeal, I personally read the labor codes of my state beforehand to try and see off the top of my head which ones had been violated. I counted 8. After meeting with the attorney and answering 100+ questions, they found 19 labor codes that had been violated. I liked his number much better.
If you are averse to attorneys, you also have the option of making a claim directly with the state labor board, who will investigate your claim and get you your money. It takes much longer.
The restaurant business is somewhat in shambles right now despite the lines you see out the door when you drive by. The cost of goods and services is at an all time high. Labor is at an all time high. Profit percentages are at an all time low. I have the deepest respect for the plight of the mom & pop restaurant owner. But the law is the law, and a local business owners rough tides cannot be stilled by the exploitation of workers.
Here are 3 wage & labor attorneys I found local to Birmingham:
https://www.adamporterlaw.com/
https://hkm.com/birmingham/
https://www.allenarnoldlaw.com/
2024.05.16 21:57 ShowerGrapes Senators Moonwalk into the Future, Armed with Laser Pointers and Neural Net-Powered Pogo Sticks
https://apnews.com/article/artificial-intelligence-ai-investment-congress-millions-8f3a051faadc50d2366e8a88a69c5470
Here’s a concise summary of the article titled “Senators urge $32 billion in emergency spending on AI after finishing yearlong review”:
A bipartisan group of four senators, led by Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, recommends that Congress allocate at least $32 billion over the next three years to develop artificial intelligence (AI) and establish safeguards around it. The senators emphasize the need to “harness the opportunities and address the risks” of rapidly advancing AI technology. Their report includes policy recommendations such as boosting U.S. investments in AI research, enhancing transparency, and studying the impact of AI on jobs and the workforce.
Title: “Congress Unleashes $32 Billion for AI: Robot Dance Battles and Quantum Socks!”
Subtitle (because why not?): “Senators Moonwalk into the Future, Armed with Laser Pointers and Neural Net-Powered Pogo Sticks”
In a parallel universe where senators wear propeller hats and debate policy while riding unicycles, the halls of Congress echo with the clatter of mechanical keyboards and the occasional burst of interpretive dance. Yes, my friends, it’s the AI Renaissance, and Uncle Sam is throwing down some serious cash for the future of artificial intelligence.
Picture this: Senator Chuck Schumer, bedecked in a neon-green lab coat, stands before a giant chalkboard covered in equations. His mission? To allocate $32 billion for AI research, but with a twist. Forget boring pie charts and line graphs—this budget proposal is written in limericks and haikus. 📊🎩
Senator Limerick #1:
There once was a senator named Lou, Whose love for AI was quite true. He said, "Let’s fund the bots, Teach 'em quantum physics and lots, And maybe they’ll write poetry too!"
Meanwhile, Senator Cynthia, armed with a pocket-sized quantum computer, proposes a line item for “Quantum Socks.” Yes, you read that correctly. These socks, infused with subatomic particles, promise to keep your feet warm in multiple dimensions. 🧦🌌
Senator Cynthia’s Quantum Sock Sales Pitch:
"Step into the future, my friends! Our socks defy space-time bends. They’ll keep your toes cozy, While you surf parallel seas, And dance the Cha-Cha with quarks and quends!"
But wait, there’s more! Senator Bob, wearing a propeller beanie and roller skates, insists on investing in AI-powered pogo sticks. Imagine bouncing to work, your pogo stick analyzing traffic patterns and composing personalized jingles about your morning coffee. ☕🎶
Senator Bob’s Pogo Stick Anthem:
"Up and down, up and down we go, On our AI pogo sticks, don’t you know? They’ll calculate the hops, Predict lunar flip-flops, And shout, ‘Quantum leap!’ as we soar through the rainbow!"
And so, my fellow Redditors, as Congress debates the merits of robot dance battles and neural net-generated knock-knock jokes, we can’t help but wonder: Is this madness or genius? Either way, buckle up, because the AI revolution just got a whole lot zanier! 🤖🎉
Feel free to share this with the Circuit Keepers subreddit, and may your quantum socks always match your enthusiasm! 😄🌈
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Here’s a concise summary of the article titled “Senators urge $32 billion in emergency spending on AI after finishing yearlong review”:
A bipartisan group of four senators, led by Majority Leader Chuck Schumer, recommends that Congress allocate at least $32 billion over the next three years to develop artificial intelligence (AI) and establish safeguards around it. The senators emphasize the need to “harness the opportunities and address the risks” of rapidly advancing AI technology. Their report includes policy recommendations such as boosting U.S. investments in AI research, enhancing transparency, and studying the impact of AI on jobs and the workforce.
can you talk a bit about the implications of this?Certainly! The proposed $32 billion emergency spending on artificial intelligence (AI) by Congress has significant implications for various aspects:
- Technological Advancements: Increased funding can accelerate AI research, development, and deployment. This investment may lead to breakthroughs in areas such as natural language processing, computer vision, and robotics.
- Economic Growth: A robust AI ecosystem can drive economic growth by fostering innovation, creating jobs, and enhancing productivity. The U.S. aims to remain competitive globally by investing in AI capabilities1.
- National Security: The Department of Defense’s (DoD) investment in AI contracts reflects the importance of AI in military applications. Enhanced AI capabilities can improve defense strategies, autonomous systems, and cybersecurity2.
- Ethical and Regulatory Challenges: As AI adoption grows, policymakers must address ethical concerns, bias, privacy, and transparency. Congress needs to strike a balance between promoting AI innovation and safeguarding against potential risks3.
- Workforce Impact: AI adoption may disrupt certain job markets while creating new opportunities. Congress should consider reskilling programs and policies to mitigate workforce displacement3.
- International Cooperation: The U.S. must collaborate with other nations to set global standards for AI governance. Leadership in AI ethics and norms is crucial to prevent misuse and promote responsible AI4.
make it zanierCertainly! Let’s crank up the zaniness to 11 and dive into the whimsical world of AI-fueled absurdity. 🚀
Title: “Congress Unleashes $32 Billion for AI: Robot Dance Battles and Quantum Socks!”
Subtitle (because why not?): “Senators Moonwalk into the Future, Armed with Laser Pointers and Neural Net-Powered Pogo Sticks”
In a parallel universe where senators wear propeller hats and debate policy while riding unicycles, the halls of Congress echo with the clatter of mechanical keyboards and the occasional burst of interpretive dance. Yes, my friends, it’s the AI Renaissance, and Uncle Sam is throwing down some serious cash for the future of artificial intelligence.
Picture this: Senator Chuck Schumer, bedecked in a neon-green lab coat, stands before a giant chalkboard covered in equations. His mission? To allocate $32 billion for AI research, but with a twist. Forget boring pie charts and line graphs—this budget proposal is written in limericks and haikus. 📊🎩
Senator Limerick #1:
There once was a senator named Lou, Whose love for AI was quite true. He said, "Let’s fund the bots, Teach 'em quantum physics and lots, And maybe they’ll write poetry too!"
Meanwhile, Senator Cynthia, armed with a pocket-sized quantum computer, proposes a line item for “Quantum Socks.” Yes, you read that correctly. These socks, infused with subatomic particles, promise to keep your feet warm in multiple dimensions. 🧦🌌
Senator Cynthia’s Quantum Sock Sales Pitch:
"Step into the future, my friends! Our socks defy space-time bends. They’ll keep your toes cozy, While you surf parallel seas, And dance the Cha-Cha with quarks and quends!"
But wait, there’s more! Senator Bob, wearing a propeller beanie and roller skates, insists on investing in AI-powered pogo sticks. Imagine bouncing to work, your pogo stick analyzing traffic patterns and composing personalized jingles about your morning coffee. ☕🎶
Senator Bob’s Pogo Stick Anthem:
"Up and down, up and down we go, On our AI pogo sticks, don’t you know? They’ll calculate the hops, Predict lunar flip-flops, And shout, ‘Quantum leap!’ as we soar through the rainbow!"
And so, my fellow Redditors, as Congress debates the merits of robot dance battles and neural net-generated knock-knock jokes, we can’t help but wonder: Is this madness or genius? Either way, buckle up, because the AI revolution just got a whole lot zanier! 🤖🎉
Feel free to share this with the Circuit Keepers subreddit, and may your quantum socks always match your enthusiasm! 😄🌈
2024.05.16 21:57 Drumslammed Advice on choosing undergraduate degree
Hi, i want to go into computational neuroscience, possibly work with brain-computer interfaces specifically.
I am about to start an undergraduate degree in the UK, in either computer science, computer science and AI, or possibly computer science and maths. Which out of the three would be best? I am hesitant about computer science and maths because I am not sure my maths background is currently strong enough (it could be but would be challenging), and I would need to consider taking a gap year to work on it more before doing it.
If I do CS or CS and AI, can anyone advise what sort of maths or data analysis etc modules would I need on my course to be considered by top comp neuro masters programs in the UK?
Thanks.
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I am about to start an undergraduate degree in the UK, in either computer science, computer science and AI, or possibly computer science and maths. Which out of the three would be best? I am hesitant about computer science and maths because I am not sure my maths background is currently strong enough (it could be but would be challenging), and I would need to consider taking a gap year to work on it more before doing it.
If I do CS or CS and AI, can anyone advise what sort of maths or data analysis etc modules would I need on my course to be considered by top comp neuro masters programs in the UK?
Thanks.
2024.05.16 21:57 Khenal Dungeon Life 221
The ant scion wonders if maybe she should step out of her lab more often. Working with the catkin on the way gave her so much information to work with! If only she could have another month to really iterate on the armor designs… but no, the Emperor was right in striking now.
Prepare too much, and opportunity will pass you by. Jumping too quickly is just as dangerous, but she suspects the Emperor was closer to the former than the latter. But oh, how that preparation has borne fruit!
She had been aware for some time that Fluffles was working on a variation of the Voice’s Butterfly Effect, but even she couldn’t have guessed at the complexity of the final product! Helping command the vast energies was, in some ways, like commanding her personal ants, and in other ways it was so much more.
She would love nothing more than to explore the technique and new possibilities, but there is more pressing business to attend to. The Emperor wages war, so she can’t just sit in her mobile lab and tease out the secrets of reality. She needs to contribute, even if he doesn’t demand it. Especially because he doesn’t demand it!
She and Thing work in tandem with the Magmyrm, working to keep alive whoever the volcanic ants bring back from the battle. She still isn’t so sure about healing the enemy, but the Emperor was clear, even without the Voice needing to spell it out: Any who are brought in will be healed. If you can’t commit to that, get out of the medics area. It’s rare for him to be so vehement with something, so she is willing to bow to his unusual wisdom. It’s shown itself invaluable before, so she has no reason to doubt it will show its worth again by the end of all this.
Pheromones fly through the air as treatments are administered, some giving diagnoses, and some giving information of the battle. Honey has her bees everywhere, and while they occasionally get conscripted to help with a particularly-difficult injury, they are mostly here to get information about how the battles are going.
Despite how busy the medical ward is, the fighting is going well. If Queen hadn’t been part of that spell, she would say it’s going impossibly well. The delvers are outnumbered approximately three to one, even with the defecting townsfolk on their side. The counter-ambushes went exceptionally well, with the delvers either handling the attacks on their own, or with the help of the wyrms.
The fighting in the town is the messiest, and she wonders just how bad it would be without Murphy’s Law aimed at their foe. While it is not a perfect protection, the misfortunes of battle are certainly weighing more on the enemies than her allies.
Though that doesn’t mean her allies are immune to it. The magmyrm have brought in over a dozen bodies now, along with tales of their own misfortunes. That Crystal Shield acolyte was distracted and never saw the flying blade that took his life. This adventurer spotted an ambush early enough to warn her allies, but not early enough to save herself. The dwellers, though, hurt Queen the most. This ratkin was too good with the compound bow, and the Maw’s clergy decided to destroy him, even at the cost of their lives. That tarantulakin held a narrow tunnel while civilians could escape, buying time for backup to keep them safe and avenge her.
Her only solace is that the dead were brought in dead. So far, not a single living delver or dweller has entered her ward and been lost. But the fighting is still ongoing, and growing more brutal as the Maw’s forces grow desperate.
She puts her musings aside as more magmyrm rush in, pheromones thick with alarm. Their charge is alive, but they don’t know how much longer that will be the case. She directs them to her personal station, and freezes for a moment when she sees who it is.
Vernew.
The spiderkin is usually so brash and vibrant, it seems so… so wrong to see her so still, even without her having two jagged blades in her chest. Another thick wave of pheromones kicks her out of her thoughts, and she replies with her own. Emperor as her witness, she will not lose her friend this day!
She embraces her titles, for she is not simply an Alchemist, but also the Wielder of Secret Knowledge. Let Honey horde information, Queen will set each grain of truth as a scalpel for her ants to bear. A bee hordes, an ant uses. She knows spiderkin anatomy. Her compound eyes take in every detail as she orders ants and hands alike.
One lung is certainly punctured, with the other blade being dangerously close to Vernew’s heart. Her ants swarm around the offending weapons, carefully digging away the armor without allowing the blades to move. They’re jagged, serrated. If not removed carefully, they’ll do more damage on the way out. They are also restricting bleeding, so removing them now would be a mistake.
The hands release the latches of the composite clamshell, freeing the two pieces. The holes are wide enough now, allowing the hands to carefully levitate the chestpiece free.
So much ichor. She pushes the thought aside, needing to focus. If Vernew had a true exoskeleton, she’d already be dead. But having actual bones allows for a proper circulatory system, which helps minimize bleeding, no matter how much it might look otherwise.
She orders resin and bandages, as well as potions. This is beyond what a simple healing slime can help with. Her ants carefully enter the wound, her metal-mandibled majors working to blunt the sharp serrations. Her smaller alchemical ants transport potion exactly where it needs to go, carefully bringing vessels back together, knitting lung tissue whole.
The blade near her heart is the easier task, more needing to prevent further damage than actively repair anything. While there are a lot of vessels in and around the beating muscle, her ants are able to navigate far more nimbly than something so large and crude as a scalpel.
The intrusion near her heart is removed first, and even with her ants managing the blood vessels, they could only get to so many of them with the blade still in the wound. She does her best to ignore the splurt of precious fluid, and instead orders the ants back as the hands bring forward the bandage.
She pauses for a brief moment when she sees the bandage, immediately able to tell it’s no ordinary one. She never made special bandages! What is…
Her mandibles twitch in an ant smile as she realizes what it is. She orders it applied to the wound, and resin applied as well, even as the events of the bandage’s existence play through her mind.
She and Thing were not the only ones working on the medical supplies, back in the safety of the Emperor's territory. At the time, she thought Grim was simply helping in a more mundane manner. His size and simply having hands were already an immense help in making bandages. His sanitized scythe made cutting them easier, and he could seal them in wax without worrying about burning his fingers.
But of course the Groundsreaper would help in his own subtle way. Queen wonders if other healers would apply a bandage so suffused with death magic, even with all the fate and life magic in it, too. Other healers don’t truly understand what infections are, and so wouldn’t understand how important a little bit of death is to ensure proper life.
Other healers probably wouldn’t apply resin overtop a bandage, but other healers don’t often work with spiderkin. Even if her chitin isn’t a true exoskeleton like Queen’s, it will still provide an excellent surface to seal with resin, without little things like hairs to make removing it later difficult.
Other healers might not know how a lung is put together, and other healers certainly wouldn’t have the delicate and precise mandibles of her ants to align everything properly. Other healers might be able to just brute force health with raw magic power, but Queen doesn’t have the luxury of having life affinity.
But she has her secret knowledge, and as the Emperor likes to say: knowledge is power. And power is more than just the ability to destroy dangers, but the ability to protect. Her power can save and improve lives, not just end them.
The work is painstaking, but she can’t afford to just slather her friend in healing potions, nor just toss her into a healing slime. The slimes are effective, but they really need all the important pieces to be roughly where they should be, in order to work. The potions are effective, but she only has so much of a supply, even with her ants brewing more as she works. She needs to be efficient.
The blade in Vernew’s lung is finally removed and another bandage applied and resined in place, and a dose of healing potion is administered to help stabilize her friend. Queen would like to do more, but she can’t waste materials. She can already scent more emergency pheromones from magmyrm outside.
Vernew is not going to be the only dire case she deals with today. While she can’t do anything for the ones that arrive too late, she will do her best to not let any slip away that make it to her in time.
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2024.05.16 21:55 hoggersbridge Engines of Arachnea: The Bug World (Chapter 19: Sole Survivor)
Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
The Colonel’s tent was leaking again. Ordinarily such a mistake would’ve earned his adjutant an hour-long dressing down and possibly, if the Colonel was feeling particularly enthusiastic, a sharp backhanded slap across the face. After all, a leaky tent could hardly be said to be hermetically sealed, now could it? But this affront to his sensibilities paled in comparison to the utter travesty and exemplar of sheer incompetence that now sat before his desk, a sagging wreck of a man in the tattered uniform of a Fleet officer. Colonel Moch Leelan curled his lip at it and barked:
“Once more, if you please. And I don’t want this on record,” he added, darting a look at the clerk poised to take dictation in the corner of the room, “Not a word of this gets out. There’s been enough of a snafu already, and the brass won’t stop shitting down my neck about Mound 13 and the loss of Prota’s pestilential pet project. Did you hear me, man? I said start from the beginning!”
Outside the monsoon was intensifying into one of those proverbial downpours which prompted doddering old men to remark that it was ‘raining cats and dogs’, though what either a cat or a dog were, none could now say. A trickle of it seeped in like a string of winking glass beads, catching the orange glow of the gas lamp and turning into sparks of amber, into seeds of flame. They dripped on the bald man seated on the low footstool, and he raised his head to meet the scornful gaze of the Colonel, grey eyes unabashed and unafraid. He spoke then, in a hoarse voice that matched his pallid flesh and buzzard nose:
“It was the third day of reconnaissance. We were forced to abandon our pack-beasts in the mire. My assistant and I—”
“Name, rank and serial number!” Colonel Leelan interrupted, for the sole purpose of seeing the coward blink and quaver like the worm he was. But in that he was to be disappointed, for the man continued in the same flat tone:
“Sollem Deschane, Lord Navigator, 3rd Pathfinder Regiment, serial number 18911944. We received orders from the Admiralty and Fleet Command to reconnoiter the area around the enemy concentration designated as Mound Euler. I was to lead a platoon of twenty handpicked volunteers across the river Foss at its lowest point, then scale the outlying cliffs to get better readings as we mapped out the approaches to Mound Euler. It was the third day of reconnaissance. We were forced to abandon our myropods in the mud and carry our own gear. My assistant navigator Rene Louvoture and I noticed a discrepancy with our visually confirmed data and the aerial sketches of the Aeronautical Division. We quickly worked out that the enemy concentration far exceeded initial estimates by an order of magnitude. Mound Euler is an omega-class colony the likes of which the Fleet has faced only once in its entire existence, during the Scouring of Assail. It is my belief that—”
“Leave your hysterics for later and get on to meat of things,” Leelan snapped. Deschane straightened a bit in his seat and scowled as his layers of bandages shifted. The man was practically mummified by the sheer extent of his wounds that it was a wonder he had managed to limp into the tent in the first place. But the navigator had made a point of refusing to be debriefed in his sick bed and had insisted that he be given no further pain killers. This was to prove that his report was not at all influenced by the effects of opiates, as well as to underline the supposed importance of his eyewitness account as the sole survivor of the siege of Mound 13.
But Colonel Leelan was no fool. He knew the tactic for what it was: a bit of playacting by a soon-to-be-disgraced officer, a desperate attempt to pass himself off as a tragic hero rather than the author of the most monumental military cock-up of the decade.
You may very well get that wish, Deschane, Leelan smirked inwardly. If you play your cards right. You’ll find that I can put on a pantomime as well as the next man.
Deschane regarded him cooly, replying:
“You asked for my report, sir. I am stating the facts as I understand them.”
“Understand?” Leelan guffawed, “There’s precious little to understand about this debacle! Explain to me how a routine scouting mission winds up in the loss of 5,000 men, a Rear-Admiral and an entire frontline outpost! Explain to me how you not only got every last one of your own men slaughtered, but still managed to save your own sorry arse!”
Now that had an effect on the navigator’s bearing. He dropped the holier-than-thou attitude and even pretended to dab at some moisture in corners of his eye. For a moment his mask of iron cracked and he looked tired enough to sleep for a thousand years, never to waken. Then he seemed to recall that his career was at stake and had the temerity to argue with the Colonel:
“We were given faulty intelligence. I made mistakes, I’ll admit that here and now. We should never have continued after our pack animals were trapped in the mire. The gear slowed us down in enemy territory. I can’t wash my hands of the loss of my platoon. They were the best and bravest men I ever fought with, and I will carry the shame of losing them to my grave. The fact that I am still alive when none of them are breathing is an accident that was not of my choosing. As for Mound 13, it was only a matter of time before they were discovered and dealt with. They were only two day’s travel from Mound Euler. In fact, it was miracle they managed to exist for so long undetected.”
Magnificent deflection. Colonel Leelan had to admire the snake and his flawless attempt to pass the blame onto the shoulders of the dead Rear-Admiral Prota.
Yes, I think we can make an arrangement here, the Colonel thought wryly. He waved Deschane’s prattling aside and said:
“This omega-class colony of yours. A mound so large that is beggars belief, you say? Curious, then, that such an object should have escaped your keen senses for three whole days!”
“Visibility in that terrain and climate is poor. But yes, it was another one of my errors.”
“I’m so glad that you agree,” Leelan purred, his words dripping with condescension. He reached into the drawer of his desk and took out a bottle of fermented honeydew. Uncorking it with a loud pop, he poured out two glasses and lifted one to his lips, saying:
“On a related note, it’s funny how the fog of war can obscure so many important details. Even the best commanders can lose their bearings, lose sight of the greater picture, fixate on the wrong things. Take our dearly departed Rear-Admiral Prota, for example (may she rest in the Flight Eternal). Not to speak ill of the dead, but she was assigned an entire sector for her research into enemy behavior. And what does she do with it? Cultural studies! Anthropology! As if the Amits have a culture worth sneezing at! They’ve been working with flint and wood since this primeval war of ours began, and they’ve never taken the hint. Meanwhile, we’ve finally gained the advantage of powder and artillery and mass-produceable gas masks.”
“One big push! That’s all it would take to clear the northern highlands. We have the men, the will and the technology to do it! The last thing we need is some starry-eyed academic telling us that the Amits have somehow found religion. I mean, really!” Colonel Leelan warmed to his subject, “Five thousand soldiers dedicated to safeguarding some blessed cave paintings, right on the frontlines, too! What a waste. Like you said: if you hadn’t led the Amits directly to them, someone else would have down the line.”
“We took steps to ensure they wouldn’t follow us. We tried, but they found the fear-death pheromones—”
“Steps?” Leelan pressed him mercilessly, “What steps, exactly?”
Deschane looked away and said nothing. Leelan sniffed, continuing:
“I thought so. As I was saying, Prota’s project was doomed from the start. It was an ill-conceived, harebrained mission, and now the Admiralty will have to explain to Fleet Command and the general public how it lost an entire regiment in the name of some woman’s flight of fancy. But there is a silver lining to all this. Seeing as how we recaptured what was left of Mound 13 within mere hours of it falling, we think there’s a way to salvage the situation after all. You can be part of that, Deschane. Every victory may have its price, but it must also have its heroes.”
Leelan sipped his honeydew, waiting for the offer he’d made to sink in. Deschane smiled, a humorless crack in his granite features.
“You’re going to make me a hero?” he asked. Leelan nudged the other glass towards him, shrugging:
“And why not? Someone has to wear the medals. ‘Lone Survivor of Desperate Last Stand’,” Leelan exclaimed, dramatically forecasting the future headlines, “He tried to warn them, but did they listen? You get the rest, I imagine. We’ll have to improve some of the details, of course. Like how it was the 3rd Pathfinder Regiment which held back the flood of Amits in the final hour and ignited the fortress’ ammo depot—”
“We never did that,” Deschane objected, rudely cutting off Leelan’s train of thought, “It was the Divine Engine. I saw it with my own eyes. It broke out of Mound 13 and slaughtered the enemy.”
Leelan sighed.
“Not this again. Deschane, I’d appreciate it if you’d save your hallucinations for the regimental shrink. Think, man! The honor of our unit is at stake here. You have a chance to redeem the men of your platoon, even if you can never truly redeem yourself.”
“I saw it,” Deschane growled, and for a moment Leelan almost reached for his ceremonial saber hanging by its belt on his coatrack, “Sir, it left footprints the size of—”
“For heaven’s sake, you witless worm, the earthquake was felt all the way in the Southern Delta! Not very big one, but certainly enough to account for the avalanches and landslides that took place around Mound 13, not to mention the sinkhole we found you snoring in! It’s certainly not the first time an uncontrolled detonation triggered a seismic event. Deschane, I’ll only say this once: either you get your story straight or by thunder, I’ll bury you so deep in shit you’ll start to think you’re made of it! And you are! If you breathe a word of this delirious vision of yours to the press, you’ll not only receive no medals, but I’ll have you court-martialed faster than you can say ‘diddly-squat’. Which is precisely what you’ll be left with unless you jump like a good boy and ask how high. No honor, no rank, no reputation, no pension. Nothing! Do you understand?”
Colonel Leelan wrathfully thrust the glass at Deschane, spilling most of it in the process.
“Well, do you?”
Deschane hobbled out of the tent, escorted by a pair of grenadiers in fluffy white shakos. They sealed the adhesive lining of the tent airlock after him and the Navigator went on his way, the taste of honeydew lingering on his tongue like a bitter poison. He lifted his mask and hawked up a gob of spit that eloquently described his opinion of the colonel, wiping his scowling mouth with the back of his hand.
Ven was waiting for him with the crutches, a young and rather portly corporal with apple cheeks and a worried, pouting mouth. She helped Deschane as he made the slow and painful walk across the encampment to his field tent, the lord navigator deep in thought. Along the way they cut across the central avenue of the camp where a seemingly endless artillery train was lumbering its way up from the south and curving around the broad talus skirts of Gorgo Plateau, teams of scuttling myropods hitched to six or twelve-pounder guns, their hundreds of tiny legs threshing the soil into a quagmire. Behind them, plodding dejectedly into the rapidly liquefying mud, were ranks upon rank of fresh colonial levees, their brand-new sealant suits creaking loudly at the joints as they made what for most of them would be their first expedition into the surface world.
And what a foray it would prove to be. Almost two hundred thousand men amd women were mustered here at the edge of civilization, poised on the cusp of what was to be the largest surface offensive in recorded history. The Fleet had arrived in the Northern Hinterlands, and it had come to conquer.
"Gangway!" the levees hollered at Ven as she tried to cut a path for Deschane through the line, "Can't you see we's marching 'ere, ya stoopid bint?"
"He's an officer, ain't he?" she screamed back, pointing at the navigator.
Upon noticing the faded chevrons on Deschane's shoulders some of them clumsily snapped to attention, stopping in their tracks. Their comrades behind them, oblivious to this turn of events, bowled right into them, causing a minor stampede. Men and women cursed as they dropped their pristine muskets, never fired in the heat of battle, into the churning soup at their feet, or themselves went sprawling on their hands and knees. Baton-wielding sergeants descended on the mess, screaming for them to get back up, generously assisting them with a boot to the rump or a smack on the side of the head. Deschane looked back at the display for a long moment, as if considering something. Abruptly he grunted at Ven and they continued on their way to the outskirts where the Pathfinders were billeted.
She waited until they were inside the tent and Deschane was back in his sick bed, the navigator turning his back to her in stony silence. Cautiously, she ventured:
“What now, sir?”
“Draw up a list of volunteers,” he rasped, “But do it on the sly. We’re going back out there."
"Very good, sir," Ven squeaked, and went scurrying out of the navigator's chambers, sealing the tent flap softly behind her. She knew that tone and what it signified: the lord navigator had made up his mind, and heaven help whoever would stand in his way.
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The Colonel’s tent was leaking again. Ordinarily such a mistake would’ve earned his adjutant an hour-long dressing down and possibly, if the Colonel was feeling particularly enthusiastic, a sharp backhanded slap across the face. After all, a leaky tent could hardly be said to be hermetically sealed, now could it? But this affront to his sensibilities paled in comparison to the utter travesty and exemplar of sheer incompetence that now sat before his desk, a sagging wreck of a man in the tattered uniform of a Fleet officer. Colonel Moch Leelan curled his lip at it and barked:
“Once more, if you please. And I don’t want this on record,” he added, darting a look at the clerk poised to take dictation in the corner of the room, “Not a word of this gets out. There’s been enough of a snafu already, and the brass won’t stop shitting down my neck about Mound 13 and the loss of Prota’s pestilential pet project. Did you hear me, man? I said start from the beginning!”
Outside the monsoon was intensifying into one of those proverbial downpours which prompted doddering old men to remark that it was ‘raining cats and dogs’, though what either a cat or a dog were, none could now say. A trickle of it seeped in like a string of winking glass beads, catching the orange glow of the gas lamp and turning into sparks of amber, into seeds of flame. They dripped on the bald man seated on the low footstool, and he raised his head to meet the scornful gaze of the Colonel, grey eyes unabashed and unafraid. He spoke then, in a hoarse voice that matched his pallid flesh and buzzard nose:
“It was the third day of reconnaissance. We were forced to abandon our pack-beasts in the mire. My assistant and I—”
“Name, rank and serial number!” Colonel Leelan interrupted, for the sole purpose of seeing the coward blink and quaver like the worm he was. But in that he was to be disappointed, for the man continued in the same flat tone:
“Sollem Deschane, Lord Navigator, 3rd Pathfinder Regiment, serial number 18911944. We received orders from the Admiralty and Fleet Command to reconnoiter the area around the enemy concentration designated as Mound Euler. I was to lead a platoon of twenty handpicked volunteers across the river Foss at its lowest point, then scale the outlying cliffs to get better readings as we mapped out the approaches to Mound Euler. It was the third day of reconnaissance. We were forced to abandon our myropods in the mud and carry our own gear. My assistant navigator Rene Louvoture and I noticed a discrepancy with our visually confirmed data and the aerial sketches of the Aeronautical Division. We quickly worked out that the enemy concentration far exceeded initial estimates by an order of magnitude. Mound Euler is an omega-class colony the likes of which the Fleet has faced only once in its entire existence, during the Scouring of Assail. It is my belief that—”
“Leave your hysterics for later and get on to meat of things,” Leelan snapped. Deschane straightened a bit in his seat and scowled as his layers of bandages shifted. The man was practically mummified by the sheer extent of his wounds that it was a wonder he had managed to limp into the tent in the first place. But the navigator had made a point of refusing to be debriefed in his sick bed and had insisted that he be given no further pain killers. This was to prove that his report was not at all influenced by the effects of opiates, as well as to underline the supposed importance of his eyewitness account as the sole survivor of the siege of Mound 13.
But Colonel Leelan was no fool. He knew the tactic for what it was: a bit of playacting by a soon-to-be-disgraced officer, a desperate attempt to pass himself off as a tragic hero rather than the author of the most monumental military cock-up of the decade.
You may very well get that wish, Deschane, Leelan smirked inwardly. If you play your cards right. You’ll find that I can put on a pantomime as well as the next man.
Deschane regarded him cooly, replying:
“You asked for my report, sir. I am stating the facts as I understand them.”
“Understand?” Leelan guffawed, “There’s precious little to understand about this debacle! Explain to me how a routine scouting mission winds up in the loss of 5,000 men, a Rear-Admiral and an entire frontline outpost! Explain to me how you not only got every last one of your own men slaughtered, but still managed to save your own sorry arse!”
Now that had an effect on the navigator’s bearing. He dropped the holier-than-thou attitude and even pretended to dab at some moisture in corners of his eye. For a moment his mask of iron cracked and he looked tired enough to sleep for a thousand years, never to waken. Then he seemed to recall that his career was at stake and had the temerity to argue with the Colonel:
“We were given faulty intelligence. I made mistakes, I’ll admit that here and now. We should never have continued after our pack animals were trapped in the mire. The gear slowed us down in enemy territory. I can’t wash my hands of the loss of my platoon. They were the best and bravest men I ever fought with, and I will carry the shame of losing them to my grave. The fact that I am still alive when none of them are breathing is an accident that was not of my choosing. As for Mound 13, it was only a matter of time before they were discovered and dealt with. They were only two day’s travel from Mound Euler. In fact, it was miracle they managed to exist for so long undetected.”
Magnificent deflection. Colonel Leelan had to admire the snake and his flawless attempt to pass the blame onto the shoulders of the dead Rear-Admiral Prota.
Yes, I think we can make an arrangement here, the Colonel thought wryly. He waved Deschane’s prattling aside and said:
“This omega-class colony of yours. A mound so large that is beggars belief, you say? Curious, then, that such an object should have escaped your keen senses for three whole days!”
“Visibility in that terrain and climate is poor. But yes, it was another one of my errors.”
“I’m so glad that you agree,” Leelan purred, his words dripping with condescension. He reached into the drawer of his desk and took out a bottle of fermented honeydew. Uncorking it with a loud pop, he poured out two glasses and lifted one to his lips, saying:
“On a related note, it’s funny how the fog of war can obscure so many important details. Even the best commanders can lose their bearings, lose sight of the greater picture, fixate on the wrong things. Take our dearly departed Rear-Admiral Prota, for example (may she rest in the Flight Eternal). Not to speak ill of the dead, but she was assigned an entire sector for her research into enemy behavior. And what does she do with it? Cultural studies! Anthropology! As if the Amits have a culture worth sneezing at! They’ve been working with flint and wood since this primeval war of ours began, and they’ve never taken the hint. Meanwhile, we’ve finally gained the advantage of powder and artillery and mass-produceable gas masks.”
“One big push! That’s all it would take to clear the northern highlands. We have the men, the will and the technology to do it! The last thing we need is some starry-eyed academic telling us that the Amits have somehow found religion. I mean, really!” Colonel Leelan warmed to his subject, “Five thousand soldiers dedicated to safeguarding some blessed cave paintings, right on the frontlines, too! What a waste. Like you said: if you hadn’t led the Amits directly to them, someone else would have down the line.”
“We took steps to ensure they wouldn’t follow us. We tried, but they found the fear-death pheromones—”
“Steps?” Leelan pressed him mercilessly, “What steps, exactly?”
Deschane looked away and said nothing. Leelan sniffed, continuing:
“I thought so. As I was saying, Prota’s project was doomed from the start. It was an ill-conceived, harebrained mission, and now the Admiralty will have to explain to Fleet Command and the general public how it lost an entire regiment in the name of some woman’s flight of fancy. But there is a silver lining to all this. Seeing as how we recaptured what was left of Mound 13 within mere hours of it falling, we think there’s a way to salvage the situation after all. You can be part of that, Deschane. Every victory may have its price, but it must also have its heroes.”
Leelan sipped his honeydew, waiting for the offer he’d made to sink in. Deschane smiled, a humorless crack in his granite features.
“You’re going to make me a hero?” he asked. Leelan nudged the other glass towards him, shrugging:
“And why not? Someone has to wear the medals. ‘Lone Survivor of Desperate Last Stand’,” Leelan exclaimed, dramatically forecasting the future headlines, “He tried to warn them, but did they listen? You get the rest, I imagine. We’ll have to improve some of the details, of course. Like how it was the 3rd Pathfinder Regiment which held back the flood of Amits in the final hour and ignited the fortress’ ammo depot—”
“We never did that,” Deschane objected, rudely cutting off Leelan’s train of thought, “It was the Divine Engine. I saw it with my own eyes. It broke out of Mound 13 and slaughtered the enemy.”
Leelan sighed.
“Not this again. Deschane, I’d appreciate it if you’d save your hallucinations for the regimental shrink. Think, man! The honor of our unit is at stake here. You have a chance to redeem the men of your platoon, even if you can never truly redeem yourself.”
“I saw it,” Deschane growled, and for a moment Leelan almost reached for his ceremonial saber hanging by its belt on his coatrack, “Sir, it left footprints the size of—”
“For heaven’s sake, you witless worm, the earthquake was felt all the way in the Southern Delta! Not very big one, but certainly enough to account for the avalanches and landslides that took place around Mound 13, not to mention the sinkhole we found you snoring in! It’s certainly not the first time an uncontrolled detonation triggered a seismic event. Deschane, I’ll only say this once: either you get your story straight or by thunder, I’ll bury you so deep in shit you’ll start to think you’re made of it! And you are! If you breathe a word of this delirious vision of yours to the press, you’ll not only receive no medals, but I’ll have you court-martialed faster than you can say ‘diddly-squat’. Which is precisely what you’ll be left with unless you jump like a good boy and ask how high. No honor, no rank, no reputation, no pension. Nothing! Do you understand?”
Colonel Leelan wrathfully thrust the glass at Deschane, spilling most of it in the process.
“Well, do you?”
Deschane hobbled out of the tent, escorted by a pair of grenadiers in fluffy white shakos. They sealed the adhesive lining of the tent airlock after him and the Navigator went on his way, the taste of honeydew lingering on his tongue like a bitter poison. He lifted his mask and hawked up a gob of spit that eloquently described his opinion of the colonel, wiping his scowling mouth with the back of his hand.
Ven was waiting for him with the crutches, a young and rather portly corporal with apple cheeks and a worried, pouting mouth. She helped Deschane as he made the slow and painful walk across the encampment to his field tent, the lord navigator deep in thought. Along the way they cut across the central avenue of the camp where a seemingly endless artillery train was lumbering its way up from the south and curving around the broad talus skirts of Gorgo Plateau, teams of scuttling myropods hitched to six or twelve-pounder guns, their hundreds of tiny legs threshing the soil into a quagmire. Behind them, plodding dejectedly into the rapidly liquefying mud, were ranks upon rank of fresh colonial levees, their brand-new sealant suits creaking loudly at the joints as they made what for most of them would be their first expedition into the surface world.
And what a foray it would prove to be. Almost two hundred thousand men amd women were mustered here at the edge of civilization, poised on the cusp of what was to be the largest surface offensive in recorded history. The Fleet had arrived in the Northern Hinterlands, and it had come to conquer.
"Gangway!" the levees hollered at Ven as she tried to cut a path for Deschane through the line, "Can't you see we's marching 'ere, ya stoopid bint?"
"He's an officer, ain't he?" she screamed back, pointing at the navigator.
Upon noticing the faded chevrons on Deschane's shoulders some of them clumsily snapped to attention, stopping in their tracks. Their comrades behind them, oblivious to this turn of events, bowled right into them, causing a minor stampede. Men and women cursed as they dropped their pristine muskets, never fired in the heat of battle, into the churning soup at their feet, or themselves went sprawling on their hands and knees. Baton-wielding sergeants descended on the mess, screaming for them to get back up, generously assisting them with a boot to the rump or a smack on the side of the head. Deschane looked back at the display for a long moment, as if considering something. Abruptly he grunted at Ven and they continued on their way to the outskirts where the Pathfinders were billeted.
She waited until they were inside the tent and Deschane was back in his sick bed, the navigator turning his back to her in stony silence. Cautiously, she ventured:
“What now, sir?”
“Draw up a list of volunteers,” he rasped, “But do it on the sly. We’re going back out there."
"Very good, sir," Ven squeaked, and went scurrying out of the navigator's chambers, sealing the tent flap softly behind her. She knew that tone and what it signified: the lord navigator had made up his mind, and heaven help whoever would stand in his way.
Link for all the chapters available here: Engines of Arachnea on Royal Road
2024.05.16 21:55 loopyloo508 Hide and unhide the same columns
TLDR; is there a way to hide and unhide columns even if they are not side by side?
Hello! I’m working on a file in which I only actively use around 10% of the columns of data that is available. Having these columns side by side is extremely useful.
I need to keep all columns, however, for when I need to add on new data as time goes by (ex. Copy/paste new data pulls at the bottom of the table).
The problem is that the columns I use and don’t use are all in mixed order (this is how new data is pulled as well). I am currently able to hide the columns I don’t use, is there a way to hide and unhide specific columns by the click of a button? Or am I cursed to have to select all the columns I don’t want and hide them when not in use?
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Hello! I’m working on a file in which I only actively use around 10% of the columns of data that is available. Having these columns side by side is extremely useful.
I need to keep all columns, however, for when I need to add on new data as time goes by (ex. Copy/paste new data pulls at the bottom of the table).
The problem is that the columns I use and don’t use are all in mixed order (this is how new data is pulled as well). I am currently able to hide the columns I don’t use, is there a way to hide and unhide specific columns by the click of a button? Or am I cursed to have to select all the columns I don’t want and hide them when not in use?
2024.05.16 21:55 squigglesbysaturn So you ever feel like the biggest burden on yourself and those around you?
Currently in a major depression. Hopefully my meds will change tomorrow. But it feels like I'm bringing everyone down. I can't do my work. I can't give my partner what they need. And I can't go on like this. I'm changing jobs and my most recent episode has had me off of work for over a month. I'm slowly returning but feel like I took on too much too soon... Anyone else ever feel like this? Am I alone? Why do I feel like I'm the bad person here, when the worst thing I've done is have panick attacks at work while on a phased return... Why is life so stressful? And why won't my sleeping tablet work?
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2024.05.16 21:54 KrystalLight03 Need to vent as I head into my busiest month...
*Long Vent Post*
September 2024 bride, and I always knew June was going to be an insane month...but this is out of hand, and my nerves are wrecked.
My best friend of 20 years is getting married at the end of July, and her bachelorette trip is the weekend of June 7th. We planned our wedding showers to be the same weekend at the end of June (me on Saturday, her on Sunday) so I could minimize my travel. This was decided very early on. It's been a lot of fun sharing all of this together, and she honestly has been the best support system.
My FMIL, who has been engaged for almost 10 years, decided months after FH and I got engaged that they were going to get married at the end of July. The day after my best friend (where I am a bridesmaid). They are going to elope and don't want anyone there, but she planned a 4-day bachelorette trip for herself and made it a mother-daughters thing. I am very much looking forward to it and excited to bond more with FMIL and FSIL. This trip is the weekend after my bestie's bach trip.
FH has not visited his brother or nephews in a year, and my FBIL is going through some marital troubles. We planned a road trip to visit them for Memorial Day weekend (they live 5 hours away). I am looking forward to the getaway, even if I have to reign in my irritation/rage with FBIL's wife because I know too much of his side of things.
I have a project for work that requires an international site visit. My boss asked if I could go on 5/27 for the week. I told him that is Memorial Day, so he replied, "OK...then Tuesday." So now I'm going out of the country for the week after I return from FBIL's.
I had a business trip two weeks ago that was cancelled while I was *in transit* to the destination. I turned around and came back home. It has now been rescheduled for the day before my FMIL's bachelorette trip. Cool.
Last week my mom tells me that her and my step-dad (together 27 years, never officially married) are having a wedding on June 1st. Beyond excited for them, especially given my step-dad's health struggles the last two years. My aunt is hosting and orchestrated the whole thing as a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was intended to be a JP courthouse wedding originally, but Aunt has now made it a big backyard family celebration. I adore this for my mom. What I don't adore is the now 2-week rush to plan a wedding for my parents, where my mom texts and calls non-stop with questions and asking me to make decisions for her. She literally called me at 10:30 PM last night to ask me what the guys should wear. I had to pick the color palette and flowers because it was all to be based on a dress I already own. I'm being pulled into every detail...and I am tired. I was already past the point of decision fatigue while planning my own wedding and consulting on my best friend's choices. I do not have the mental capacity for this.
A recap for my travel now...
5/25-5/27: Road trip to visit FH's family
5/28-5/31: International business trip
5/31-6/2: Flying to hometown for my mom's wedding
6/7-6/9: Best friend's bachelorette trip
6/12: Business daytrip (flying to and back same day)
6/13-6/16: FMIL's bachelorette trip
6/28-6/30: Flying to hometown for both mine & bestie's wedding showers
This past Sunday on Mother's Day, my FMIL implied I wasn't expressing enough excitement for her bachelorette trip. She's also disappointed I won't be staying with her the night before we leave for the airport, because I'm getting in late from my business trip. I'm sensitive to this given that she is paying for the whole weekend, but I am exhausted and cannot think about it today. I have FOUR places to be before then. I will be excited when I get there, but please wait for that moment.
In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out laundry, a clean home, who is watching the dog next month, still staying on top of my wedding planning to-do list (had a major issue come in this morning regarding invitations), need to coordinate my MOG gift (another major project), and wrap up craft projects assigned to me for the wedding shower. I want nothing more than to lock myself in a room this weekend and talk to nobody, but know that is unrealistic.
I'm not looking for a solution to any of this and know that it will all work itself out, but today I am in my feels and PMS'ing, and just need to scream because I have already ate two chocolate chip muffins today due to stress and a third seems extreme. Thank you.
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September 2024 bride, and I always knew June was going to be an insane month...but this is out of hand, and my nerves are wrecked.
My best friend of 20 years is getting married at the end of July, and her bachelorette trip is the weekend of June 7th. We planned our wedding showers to be the same weekend at the end of June (me on Saturday, her on Sunday) so I could minimize my travel. This was decided very early on. It's been a lot of fun sharing all of this together, and she honestly has been the best support system.
My FMIL, who has been engaged for almost 10 years, decided months after FH and I got engaged that they were going to get married at the end of July. The day after my best friend (where I am a bridesmaid). They are going to elope and don't want anyone there, but she planned a 4-day bachelorette trip for herself and made it a mother-daughters thing. I am very much looking forward to it and excited to bond more with FMIL and FSIL. This trip is the weekend after my bestie's bach trip.
FH has not visited his brother or nephews in a year, and my FBIL is going through some marital troubles. We planned a road trip to visit them for Memorial Day weekend (they live 5 hours away). I am looking forward to the getaway, even if I have to reign in my irritation/rage with FBIL's wife because I know too much of his side of things.
I have a project for work that requires an international site visit. My boss asked if I could go on 5/27 for the week. I told him that is Memorial Day, so he replied, "OK...then Tuesday." So now I'm going out of the country for the week after I return from FBIL's.
I had a business trip two weeks ago that was cancelled while I was *in transit* to the destination. I turned around and came back home. It has now been rescheduled for the day before my FMIL's bachelorette trip. Cool.
Last week my mom tells me that her and my step-dad (together 27 years, never officially married) are having a wedding on June 1st. Beyond excited for them, especially given my step-dad's health struggles the last two years. My aunt is hosting and orchestrated the whole thing as a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was intended to be a JP courthouse wedding originally, but Aunt has now made it a big backyard family celebration. I adore this for my mom. What I don't adore is the now 2-week rush to plan a wedding for my parents, where my mom texts and calls non-stop with questions and asking me to make decisions for her. She literally called me at 10:30 PM last night to ask me what the guys should wear. I had to pick the color palette and flowers because it was all to be based on a dress I already own. I'm being pulled into every detail...and I am tired. I was already past the point of decision fatigue while planning my own wedding and consulting on my best friend's choices. I do not have the mental capacity for this.
A recap for my travel now...
5/25-5/27: Road trip to visit FH's family
5/28-5/31: International business trip
5/31-6/2: Flying to hometown for my mom's wedding
6/7-6/9: Best friend's bachelorette trip
6/12: Business daytrip (flying to and back same day)
6/13-6/16: FMIL's bachelorette trip
6/28-6/30: Flying to hometown for both mine & bestie's wedding showers
This past Sunday on Mother's Day, my FMIL implied I wasn't expressing enough excitement for her bachelorette trip. She's also disappointed I won't be staying with her the night before we leave for the airport, because I'm getting in late from my business trip. I'm sensitive to this given that she is paying for the whole weekend, but I am exhausted and cannot think about it today. I have FOUR places to be before then. I will be excited when I get there, but please wait for that moment.
In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out laundry, a clean home, who is watching the dog next month, still staying on top of my wedding planning to-do list (had a major issue come in this morning regarding invitations), need to coordinate my MOG gift (another major project), and wrap up craft projects assigned to me for the wedding shower. I want nothing more than to lock myself in a room this weekend and talk to nobody, but know that is unrealistic.
I'm not looking for a solution to any of this and know that it will all work itself out, but today I am in my feels and PMS'ing, and just need to scream because I have already ate two chocolate chip muffins today due to stress and a third seems extreme. Thank you.
2024.05.16 21:54 SystemMeltd0wn Best method for realtime input
Hi all,
I have a 36 x 24 WS2811 matrix running off of WLED.
It runs perfectly from both the WLED effects as well as input from xLights. However, I need to push things to the next step for a project I'm working on to get some realtime lighting output from Unity (game engine) and have that output to the panel in realtime. It doesn't have to be at a high frame rate, anything I'd say 20fps+ would do but at the moment I just need to get the connection working.
What would be the best protocol for this? DDP, UDP etc
I've tried running code from Unity with both UDP and DDP protocols but none of them seem to be working for me. The details of the ip address/port etc are correct but it's as if the data is leaving Unity but either not being received by WLED or not being understood by WLED (yes I've checked the box to allow UDP realtime too).
Does anyone have any ideas or even any links to projects similar to this?
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I have a 36 x 24 WS2811 matrix running off of WLED.
It runs perfectly from both the WLED effects as well as input from xLights. However, I need to push things to the next step for a project I'm working on to get some realtime lighting output from Unity (game engine) and have that output to the panel in realtime. It doesn't have to be at a high frame rate, anything I'd say 20fps+ would do but at the moment I just need to get the connection working.
What would be the best protocol for this? DDP, UDP etc
I've tried running code from Unity with both UDP and DDP protocols but none of them seem to be working for me. The details of the ip address/port etc are correct but it's as if the data is leaving Unity but either not being received by WLED or not being understood by WLED (yes I've checked the box to allow UDP realtime too).
Does anyone have any ideas or even any links to projects similar to this?
2024.05.16 21:54 PM_ME_UR_MOODS Samsung T7 Shield 2TB weird writing issues
Hello All! I bought this SSD on a whim last year to start shooting 4k 10 bit raw. The choice was based off of some anecdotes and charts showing it had better write cache performance than the T7 regular. In the past Ive been able film and fill the drive with all day use. It has worked through a few major projects over the past year without issues. Not so long ago, I had another event and at the end of an 8 hour day, with more than half the drive still empty, it would stop recording at first after a few minutes. then a minute... then 30 seconds. Sounds like signs of finally hitting ita write cache limit. But it continued hours after the event. This is more of an FYI, but also anyone have any clues as to what could have caused it? i have not been able to test it out again due to project files still on the drive but once its clear, I will run an extended test.
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submitted by Qbccd to beermoneyuk [link] [comments]
All of Smarty's plans are 30-day no commitment, so you can switch to another plan or cancel at any time. Right now they have a deal with 50GB of data for £8/month. They run value deals like this all the time. They also have an unlimited data social tariff for £12/month for people on certain benefits like Universal Credit. It is the best value social tariff I have seen.
Additionally, EU roaming is included on all of their plans up to 12GB, and they have Wi-Fi calling and VoLTE. Honestly, it's a great provider, especially if you are in a 5G area. They offer great value and the website/interface is very polished and works well unlike many other MVNOs.
If you use my referral link we will both get a £10 gift card to Amazon, John Lewis or Uber.
You have to pay for 2 months of service to receive the gift card. On the cheapest plan (6GB) it will only cost you £2 after the gift card to try the service for 2 months.
Let me know if you have questions.
Referral link: https://i.smarty.co.uk/8tKm5tx
Non-referral link: https://smarty.co.uk/
2024.05.16 21:52 crawdad28 Trouble with exporting all database tables into CSV
I'm a Jr DBA. I am tasked to export all the tables from a database that we are deprecating. I'm working on SSMS. With this SQL command I found I was able to get the sqlcmd statements to run on CMD to export all the tables from the database into a csv file:
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SELECT 'sqlcmd -s, -W -Q "set nocount on; select * from ['+DB_NAME()+'].[dbo].[' + st.NAME + ']" findstr /v /c:"-" /b > "c:\target\' +st.NAME +'.csv' FROM sys.tables st One of the statements as an exmaple: sqlcmd -s, -W -Q "set nocount on; select * from [DATABASE].[SCHEMA].[TABLE]" findstr /v /c:"-" /b > "C:\target\TABLE.csvIt sqlcmd statements worked great however some of the data from the tables have commas in them so it messes up viewing the data in csv form, as commas in csv is used to separate data into rows. Is there a better and more practical way to help with this comma issue?
2024.05.16 21:52 Wrong-Initiative-562 Eigen is destroying my structure
Hi everybody, I'm working on some DFN and I created a structure to save my data. In order to work easily with double coordinates, I memorized the sets of points in a vector> type object. When I read the data from my file, everything is filled up correctly, also, if I ask for the single element to be printed, there's no issue. Though, when I try to use the data of my structure (such as the number of the polygons of the DFN, saved as an unsigned integer) there's a segfault caused by the Eigen library ( according to the debugger). Strangely enough, I decided to use Vector3d to optimize my code, that was working perfectly before, with a vector>> type object.
Can someone tell me if I'm doing something wrong?
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Can someone tell me if I'm doing something wrong?