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@poe_collector When I say something along these lines but not as smart as this teacher, I am told to ask better questions. I've lost some respect for people that are stepping into the corporate lines they've been put into.

Found an AI perspective I’d never heard before from a teacher of teens. It’s a bit meandering but your three minutes will be well used.

@PitchingNinja There will be so many ramifications from this.

This type of pitch will be BRUTAL for hitters with the ABS challenge system. Curveball with over 5 feet of "drop," barely clipping the top of the zone.

@KentMurphy could not tell but did the coach say slide.....

This legitimately might be the best throw in baseball history

@SunderlandAFC That's great.

🌎 Sunderland fan Liam recently went viral after winning the NYC spelling bee in his red and white shirt… So we called and surprised him with his hero, Dan Ballard ❤️

@Shannonigans707 @Layemie001 yes I wish to build a library of sorts but the books in that heat?

@Layemie001 It'll be 150 degrees up there

So many Americans refuse to turn their attic into a separate room.

@EOEboh I saw a traffic jam in the middle of a neighborhood. Made no sense. Drove through, oh, it's a bunch of landscapers at someone's house!

As a developer, have you ever wondered: Google Maps tells you there's traffic ahead in real time There are no sensors on the road So how does it know?

Chris Moon was part of the @ArizonaBaseball recruiting class that went on to win a national championship. Instead, after a very successful fall season with the Wildcats, Moon felt a calling to serve his country instead. He was drafted by the Braves, turned that down too. Like Pat Tillman, Moon answered the call and left to carry a long rifle as a sniper in the 82nd Airborne Division. Chris became a member of his unit in the 2-508th Parachute Infantry Regiment. Chris was KIA from wounds suffered by an IED in the Arghandab River Valley of Kandahar Province, Afghanistan. His friends told me he was very good at his job. Probably too good. At that time, snipers trailed with their long rifle visible - The last man. Moon was targeted by remote control. He passed away while his mom was in flight to see him. Heroes don’t hit balls over fences - Chris is a hero and we continue to recognize his family and his legacy and honor their sacrifice.

@athenaeumbc Years ago, a friend made this point. Centuries later, when digital anything devices are found, they will be mostly useless. Paper rules.

Since Elon shared our post, thousands of you joined our book club, so we thought now is a good time to remind you of our mission.. We live in a time of noise, speed, and amnesia. Few remember where we came from, and fewer still care to ask. But without active memory, a culture dies. Athenaeum was founded to resist this death. We are a home for readers who still believe that ideas matter: that Augustine, Dante, Shakespeare, and Dostoevsky are not just names in a syllabus, but guides to a deeper and more ordered life. This is the kind of reading that sharpens the mind and strengthens the spirit. Western Civilization has given us the greatest works ever written, but it takes effort to read them, and even more to read them well. That’s what we’re doing here — slowly, together. If you want to support our efforts, please consider a paid subscription. It makes a huge difference to the time and resources we can dedicate to this project. Paid members get: - Live community book discussions (biweekly) - Deep-dive essays to guide you through the books we’re reading - The full archive of book reviews, essays, and our 100 Great Texts reading list - Access to all community discussion threads (via the subscriber chat) - Ability to vote on what we read next This is not school. There are no grades, no credentials, and no status games. Just a community of readers serious about recovering what’s been lost, and using it to build something better. Welcome!

@chimaobi_saint Ditto Real Madrid

🚨🎙️Gary Neville on what happened to Newcastle: "I’m sitting here in absolute shock. We spend every single week talking about the 'intensity' of the Premier League, the 'physicality' of our game, and how it’s the elite standard of world football. Last night, Barcelona didn't just beat a Premier League team; they humiliated the entire English top flight. "We call this the 'best league in the world,' but last night Barcelona treated a top-four English side like a training cone. Seven goals? It’s a humiliation. It’s a shame for our game. You can’t talk about 'EPL intensity' when you’re being carved open like a Sunday League team. Barca are simply on another planet."

@Rothbard1776 Took a few seconds

Tough camera angle.

@Choppodong1 @MattNorlander "Feels unreal" to the question, How did you do it

@MattNorlander 1- he was pissed no one would play them. 2- he was fixated on his points because he wasn’t listening to the questions at all. Not a good interview thanks to the coach. Kind of a douche.

“Looks pretty obvious to me that high-majors need to play mid-majors during the season. They said we ain’t played nobody—we played somebody now. Nobody would play us. just like nobody would play Miami Ohio. But they gotta play us in this tournament.” 🗣️🗣️

@vxunderground Had a tenant call me and say who is so and so. So and so had vacated the house after I threatened with eviction. Shady characters were showing up looking for them. Thankfully, none did any harm.

Dawg, like, 8 months ago this dude randomly knocks on my door and he's like, "are you John Strawberry?" (not the actual name he said). I'm like, "....No?" and he's like, "Well, do you know where he is or how to find him?" I reply, "I have no idea who that is, sorry." and then I go on about my business and I forget about it. Bro shows up again a few months later knocking on my door asking for John Strawberry. This time my wife answered the door and he's yapping about how he has to return something really important to him. My wife is like "??? Who the FUCK is John Strawberry ???" Fast forward, this whacko shows up AGAIN. This time he parks outside my house. He knocks on the door. He says his car broke down and he needs help. I'm like, "weren't you the dude asking for John Strawberry?" and he's like, "Oh, do you know John Strawberry? How can I contact him?" I'm like ??? This dude drives by my house now AT LEAST once a week. He rolls by real slow and takes a look and then leaves. Then the police show up asking for John Strawberry. They say they have a warrant out for his arrest and my home was listed as last known good address. DAMN YOU JOHN STRAWBERRY

@realEstateTrent Yeah It’s not worth the effort

A dry cleaner ruined one of my shirts recently, and I decided not to do anything about it. Why? They would have pushed back and insisted they didn’t do it. I would have explained why they were wrong, and they would have denied it again. I would have told them I’d never come back unless they reimbursed me, and the back and forth would have continued. Frankly, dealing with that kind of conflict over a shirt that costs a couple hundred dollars isn’t worth my time or energy at this point in life. Yes, people should be held accountable, and there should be consequences for actions, and this stuff should be viewed on a case-by-case. But in this case, it was a no brainer. All downside. I’m just not going to go back. Sometimes you have to weigh the upside, pick your battles, and choose being smart over being right.

@topskillsportuk Love this

🚨BREAKING: Senegal Coach took the AFCON to their military base today..🏆🇸🇳 It’s now positioned in the centre of their military camp. Protecting what rightfully belongs to them…😅

@OfficerofEngin1 I truly hope you find God in this mess. Sorry for your troubles.

A life moment today. Time to make some impossible decisions. I moved to Japan just before Covid struck with my wife, dog, cat, and life savings in tow. We were fleeing a life that had been turned upside down by seven miscarriages, and Japan was our fresh start. Our big plan was to open an English-style garden center. We had set plans in motion and spent a lot of money, but then Covid arrived. The plans stopped, the money disappeared, and we were forced to rethink. My background was in oil and gas and, of course, the British Army. I had contacts, but I was out of the loop and my salary would reflect that. Nevertheless, that was the plan: buy a cheap rural property and live the good life growing our own vegetables and rearing chickens and bees. The cat died just as Covid was waning, and the dog passed soon after. I think the miscarriages had made me somewhat numb to loss, but I mourned Polly the cat and Chatham the dog, and on we went. And then Yuki died one morning on her way to the train station. I wasn't with her; there had been no warning. The world ended. I didn't know what to do. I was 50, in a foreign country, family gone, friends gone, purpose gone. I dug in. I bought a house that guaranteed seclusion, and I thought about Yuki and stood guard over the memory of "us," determined that it still had some meaning and that someone remembered how special it was. I tend her grave, and that is the only time I ever feel like I have purpose. That’s been my role for four years now—living a future that I don't want and have no interest in. I can't move on, so I wait and the months pass. It's no way to live. Yesterday morning, I went to the office and was handed a long list of site visits and office trips throughout Asia. It would mean hotel rooms and being away for most of the remainder of the year. I left the paper on someone's desk and walked out, effectively giving notice. On the drive home, I stopped by a river at the base of the mountain where my house is located and sat by it for a couple of hours. I tried to imagine a path forward, tried to feel some purpose or drive to do anything but go back to the house and waste away. I considered briefly throwing myself in, but that's not me; I have far too many romantic notions to throw my life away. Much better to go down swinging, spitting in the face of the foe. I looked around, but there weren't any incoming hordes of orcs to facilitate a last stand, so I went back to the car and found that I had a puncture. Oddly, that snapped me out of it. It was just my luck to be in a place so low that I was a hair's breadth from giving up, and now the car had a puncture. If it had started raining, it would have been perfect. I changed the wheel and drove home.

@harveyspistols @UPS Once I was dumb enough to file a USPS complaint about mail being delivered to the wrong boxes Mail started arriving in balled up after that So I made the point to be standing there on the next delivery I swear it got better

A @UPS driver just pulled up to our shop got out and walked up the door and put a “failed delivery” sticker on the door…

@WaynesWhirled @kyliebytes Good one.

@kyliebytes Years ago I made an earlier Southwest flight and was the last person on a full plane. The plane had been waiting for me so when I came around the corner to look down the aisle I yelled out "who saved me a window?" and the whole plane just started laughing.🤣

guy on the middle seat of my redeye flight bravely asked me if i would move from my exit row window seat to a middle row seat 16 rows back so his friend could be with him. when i said no, he asked the aisle guy, who just laughed

@kyliebytes Had a woman come up and get my face as if to intimidate me and ask me with that female power voice they do to move back in the smoking section so some mom could be next to the child next to me. I said no. The temperature in the plane dropped many degrees.

@realDailyWire I don't understand the question. The whole world saw the buildup.

This might actually be Trump's funniest moment 😂 Japanese Reporter: Why didn't you tell us before you struck Iran? Trump: "Why didn't you tell me about Pearl Harbor?" 💀🔥😂

@KingOffX_ @batmaccabee We do this thing in the house where I turn off the lights in our bedroom And the rest of the family turn them back on For A Dog

An elderly Jewish man lies on his deathbed. Summoning his last bit of strength, he lifts his head and whispers 'Is my beloved wife Sarah here with me?' 'Yes', Sarah replies softly 'I’m here'. He pauses, then asks 'And my children, my wonderful children, are they here with me?' 'Yes, Father', they answer. 'We’re all here with you'. 'And my beautiful grandchildren…are they here too?' They gently assure him that they are. The old man sinks back, closes his eyes, and murmurs, 'If everybody’s here…why is the light on in the kitchen?'