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Sometimes you just want like a whole pile of raw fish, you know??
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Sometimes you just want like a whole pile of raw fish, you know??
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galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
Cool! Egroup? Discord server (I don’t know exactly what that means, but I could learn)? Something else?
I don’t know what the cool kids do nowadays! I think Discord is a chatroom-type deal but I… don’t… actually know. … Google says it’s voice over IP but I think I’ve used it for text things. Uh, unless it was something else that I used, lol.
I just had a sudden violent flashback to Usenet groups. and then there were. google groups? how did that go? oh my god. oh my god.
and like. forums. and everyone set up forums and they’d install packages of… they weren’t emojis yet, but they were like. little animated emoticons.
i was super good at bbcode and super bad at interpersonal boundaries. oh, 2002, i don’t miss you. kids these days are wiser than i was.
sorry, this hasn’t been helpful at all, but I just mentally Went To A Place, lol.
what if Tumblr posts all ended with the OP’s forum-style signature underneath?
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“Sometimes, things that are more expensive, are worse.”
– Sun Tzu
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galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
Cool! Egroup? Discord server (I don’t know exactly what that means, but I could learn)? Something else?
I don’t know what the cool kids do nowadays! I think Discord is a chatroom-type deal but I… don’t… actually know. … Google says it’s voice over IP but I think I’ve used it for text things. Uh, unless it was something else that I used, lol.
I just had a sudden violent flashback to Usenet groups. and then there were. google groups? how did that go? oh my god. oh my god.
and like. forums. and everyone set up forums and they’d install packages of… they weren’t emojis yet, but they were like. little animated emoticons.
i was super good at bbcode and super bad at interpersonal boundaries. oh, 2002, i don’t miss you. kids these days are wiser than i was.
sorry, this hasn’t been helpful at all, but I just mentally Went To A Place, lol.
what if Tumblr posts all ended with the OP’s forum-style signature underneath?
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“Sometimes, things that are more expensive, are worse.”
– Sun Tzu
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dontbearuiner replied to your video “By coincidence, we were listening to this band last night (the band is…”
Wailing Jennys maybe?
No, that performance was the band “I’m With Her” that I was talking about in the post.
The original was, I did confirm, John Hiatt.
As an aside, though– I gotta admit, sort of sadly, that I really thought I’d love the Wailing Jennys? I heard a few songs of theirs here and there and was like o yeah that’s good i gotta listen to more. And then I sat, finally, a little while back, and listened to an album of theirs and was like… no.
V sad. Sometimes it just doesn’t hit you right. I skipped around their discography and was like… no. Alas!
I don’t seem to have the same problem at all with I’m With Her, though. They manage to not hit whatever wrong button the Jennys seem to.
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dontbearuiner replied to your video “By coincidence, we were listening to this band last night (the band is…”
Wailing Jennys maybe?
No, that performance was the band “I’m With Her” that I was talking about in the post.
The original was, I did confirm, John Hiatt.
As an aside, though– I gotta admit, sort of sadly, that I really thought I’d love the Wailing Jennys? I heard a few songs of theirs here and there and was like o yeah that’s good i gotta listen to more. And then I sat, finally, a little while back, and listened to an album of theirs and was like… no.
V sad. Sometimes it just doesn’t hit you right. I skipped around their discography and was like… no. Alas!
I don’t seem to have the same problem at all with I’m With Her, though. They manage to not hit whatever wrong button the Jennys seem to.
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bomberqueen17:
galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
Cool! Egroup? Discord server (I don’t know exactly what that means, but I could learn)? Something else?
I don’t know what the cool kids do nowadays! I think Discord is a chatroom-type deal but I… don’t… actually know. … Google says it’s voice over IP but I think I’ve used it for text things. Uh, unless it was something else that I used, lol.
I just had a sudden violent flashback to Usenet groups. and then there were. google groups? how did that go? oh my god. oh my god.
and like. forums. and everyone set up forums and they’d install packages of… they weren’t emojis yet, but they were like. little animated emoticons.
i was super good at bbcode and super bad at interpersonal boundaries. oh, 2002, i don’t miss you. kids these days are wiser than i was.
sorry, this hasn’t been helpful at all, but I just mentally Went To A Place, lol.
what if Tumblr posts all ended with the OP’s forum-style signature underneath?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Sometimes, things that are more expensive, are worse.”
– Sun Tzu
Dude, who works remotely and so has a lot of experience at attempting to collaborate long-distance, says he has heard good things about Slack as a project-discussion kind of space.
They use a similar thing called HipChat but that is expressly geared toward workplace collaboration and so has some enterprise-style features, such as keeping logs of every communication and such. More for corporate accountability than low-key stuff.
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bomberqueen17:
galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
Cool! Egroup? Discord server (I don’t know exactly what that means, but I could learn)? Something else?
I don’t know what the cool kids do nowadays! I think Discord is a chatroom-type deal but I… don’t… actually know. … Google says it’s voice over IP but I think I’ve used it for text things. Uh, unless it was something else that I used, lol.
I just had a sudden violent flashback to Usenet groups. and then there were. google groups? how did that go? oh my god. oh my god.
and like. forums. and everyone set up forums and they’d install packages of… they weren’t emojis yet, but they were like. little animated emoticons.
i was super good at bbcode and super bad at interpersonal boundaries. oh, 2002, i don’t miss you. kids these days are wiser than i was.
sorry, this hasn’t been helpful at all, but I just mentally Went To A Place, lol.
what if Tumblr posts all ended with the OP’s forum-style signature underneath?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Sometimes, things that are more expensive, are worse.”
– Sun Tzu
Dude, who works remotely and so has a lot of experience at attempting to collaborate long-distance, says he has heard good things about Slack as a project-discussion kind of space.
They use a similar thing called HipChat but that is expressly geared toward workplace collaboration and so has some enterprise-style features, such as keeping logs of every communication and such. More for corporate accountability than low-key stuff.
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welp i woke up circa 5am from an anxiety dream in which there was a food crisis in the us and we were all anxiously trying to figure out how not to starve to death, and then i lay in bed wide-eyed and thought about the way morgan stanley has forced Tops grocery stores into bankruptcy to strip-mine their assets for shareholder dividends and that’s going to leave massive holes in the food distribution system and create a lot of food deserts (even in this cradle of wegmans culture there are a lot of low-income neighborhoods only served by a Tops, and then the nice suburb has a whole foods and a trader joe’s too, how unexpected). And then I started thinking about the gun control debate and how the Good Guy With A Gun fantasy, which basically everyone acknowledges is a fanasy, is distracting anyone from ever exploring the far more widespread in my experience, far harder to quantify Totemic Protective effect that most gun owners I know rely on– the basic rural assumption that everyone is armed is a plausible deterrent to home invasion and is often the only feasible security for a remote, sprawling, 19th-century farmhouse that has six ground-floor entrances and none of them have the kind of latches you can lock. But I don’t know how to write that up compellingly, and trying to think of ways to do so while lying in bed trying to fall back asleep is, uh.
Counterproductive, I think.
(But it did make me think about a friend who was a reporter in an urban area, and a group of neighborhood kids once showed her their gun. They had a gun, you see. They didn’t know what kind it was or how to operate it; it was some kind of handgun they’d found, or something. They kept it hidden near a playground, and it kept them safe, they believed, because, well, it was a gun, and she gradually realized that they thought it was like. A magic totem. It would keep them safe, no one would hurt them, because they had it. That’s at play just as much as the Good Guy With A Gun fantasy, and they’re both fantasies, but only one of them is getting any social media attention. It’s not that the Magical Gun Of Protection is any more logical, but it is a little more sympathetic, and it’s far closer to my lifelong experience of proximity to gun ownership.)
oh my gosh don’t reblog this, I’m not remotely prepared to Argue For It. I’m just saying, people are complicated and there’s a lot of fear in all of this, and the But Conservatives Love Cops head-scratching contradiction is kind of because Conservatism Isn’t A Monolith, and a lot of us in those red-voting rural areas grew up basically never having seen a cop and not really having any opinions on them and our entire game plan for home invasions never actually involved trying to call them. 9-1-1 wasn’t a thing in my neighborhood until I was in junior high and even then, who’d show up if you dialed it was never very well understood. But I knew where the rifles were kept.
Oh and then I started fixating on what I’d really do if there was a famine so that wasn’t super helpful. (I was thinking about how I spend the summers sleeping in a canvas tent on a farm, right next to the main food production field, and I refused to take a shotgun out with me so I’ve got a hatchet and a baseball bat that stay out there with me. Hm.)
Anyway there’s no way I’m falling back asleep after all that.
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welp i woke up circa 5am from an anxiety dream in which there was a food crisis in the us and we were all anxiously trying to figure out how not to starve to death, and then i lay in bed wide-eyed and thought about the way morgan stanley has forced Tops grocery stores into bankruptcy to strip-mine their assets for shareholder dividends and that’s going to leave massive holes in the food distribution system and create a lot of food deserts (even in this cradle of wegmans culture there are a lot of low-income neighborhoods only served by a Tops, and then the nice suburb has a whole foods and a trader joe’s too, how unexpected). And then I started thinking about the gun control debate and how the Good Guy With A Gun fantasy, which basically everyone acknowledges is a fanasy, is distracting anyone from ever exploring the far more widespread in my experience, far harder to quantify Totemic Protective effect that most gun owners I know rely on– the basic rural assumption that everyone is armed is a plausible deterrent to home invasion and is often the only feasible security for a remote, sprawling, 19th-century farmhouse that has six ground-floor entrances and none of them have the kind of latches you can lock. But I don’t know how to write that up compellingly, and trying to think of ways to do so while lying in bed trying to fall back asleep is, uh.
Counterproductive, I think.
(But it did make me think about a friend who was a reporter in an urban area, and a group of neighborhood kids once showed her their gun. They had a gun, you see. They didn’t know what kind it was or how to operate it; it was some kind of handgun they’d found, or something. They kept it hidden near a playground, and it kept them safe, they believed, because, well, it was a gun, and she gradually realized that they thought it was like. A magic totem. It would keep them safe, no one would hurt them, because they had it. That’s at play just as much as the Good Guy With A Gun fantasy, and they’re both fantasies, but only one of them is getting any social media attention. It’s not that the Magical Gun Of Protection is any more logical, but it is a little more sympathetic, and it’s far closer to my lifelong experience of proximity to gun ownership.)
oh my gosh don’t reblog this, I’m not remotely prepared to Argue For It. I’m just saying, people are complicated and there’s a lot of fear in all of this, and the But Conservatives Love Cops head-scratching contradiction is kind of because Conservatism Isn’t A Monolith, and a lot of us in those red-voting rural areas grew up basically never having seen a cop and not really having any opinions on them and our entire game plan for home invasions never actually involved trying to call them. 9-1-1 wasn’t a thing in my neighborhood until I was in junior high and even then, who’d show up if you dialed it was never very well understood. But I knew where the rifles were kept.
Oh and then I started fixating on what I’d really do if there was a famine so that wasn’t super helpful. (I was thinking about how I spend the summers sleeping in a canvas tent on a farm, right next to the main food production field, and I refused to take a shotgun out with me so I’ve got a hatchet and a baseball bat that stay out there with me. Hm.)
Anyway there’s no way I’m falling back asleep after all that.
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synthclair:
*hurriedly trying to shove my intestines back into my body* i cant show up like this! im gonna be late!
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synthclair:
*hurriedly trying to shove my intestines back into my body* i cant show up like this! im gonna be late!
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quinfirefrorefiddle:
medie:
So, that whole executive dysfunction thing…apparently gets worse as you get older and doesn’t just impact things you *don’t* want to do. Which…pretty much explains my struggle with doing anything fannish and, er, disappearing for weeks at a time.
*sigh* damn it.
Are you also going through the exciting wonderland of realizing as an adult you have ADHD and not having the $ to get a diagnosis and treatment? Because the club doesn’t have jackets, but the bitchfests are pretty epic.
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quinfirefrorefiddle:
medie:
So, that whole executive dysfunction thing…apparently gets worse as you get older and doesn’t just impact things you *don’t* want to do. Which…pretty much explains my struggle with doing anything fannish and, er, disappearing for weeks at a time.
*sigh* damn it.
Are you also going through the exciting wonderland of realizing as an adult you have ADHD and not having the $ to get a diagnosis and treatment? Because the club doesn’t have jackets, but the bitchfests are pretty epic.
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walburgablack replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post …”
I have heard good things about Slack, but that’s less of a chat place and more accountability for individual projects?
That’s possible, he may not have really understood my question. I don’t know what would work for a writer’s group, though. Discussion is probably the most important thing, but the chat format sometimes is hard to manage, because you wind up with pressure to keep your replies short, and you can’t really put in longer blocks of text. At least, that’s the problem I’ve had– I think Discord is what they were using for the Star Wars Writing Guild or whatever that was called, I popped in a few times and it was lovely but the chatroom thing means it’s just one-liners, and if you’re trying to have a discussion it moves past fast, and if you’re not all there at the same time it’s hard to follow the thread of a conversation and answer it later.
aimmyarrowshigh replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
I’ve been looking for an original-writing accountabilibuddy, too. Sigh.
That’s a good name for it, I think i’ve heard that one– that’s really mostly what I need. Otherwise you just write in the dark until futility consumes you and you give up and go post a PWP of whatever the latest fannish hotness is so that someone will have a conversation with you. LOL.
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walburgablack replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post …”
I have heard good things about Slack, but that’s less of a chat place and more accountability for individual projects?
That’s possible, he may not have really understood my question. I don’t know what would work for a writer’s group, though. Discussion is probably the most important thing, but the chat format sometimes is hard to manage, because you wind up with pressure to keep your replies short, and you can’t really put in longer blocks of text. At least, that’s the problem I’ve had– I think Discord is what they were using for the Star Wars Writing Guild or whatever that was called, I popped in a few times and it was lovely but the chatroom thing means it’s just one-liners, and if you’re trying to have a discussion it moves past fast, and if you’re not all there at the same time it’s hard to follow the thread of a conversation and answer it later.
aimmyarrowshigh replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post “writing ugh” …”
I’ve been looking for an original-writing accountabilibuddy, too. Sigh.
That’s a good name for it, I think i’ve heard that one– that’s really mostly what I need. Otherwise you just write in the dark until futility consumes you and you give up and go post a PWP of whatever the latest fannish hotness is so that someone will have a conversation with you. LOL.
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rosswoodpark:
j9:
surfmanstevens420:
j9:
I’m glad Jack Links recognizes non-binary genders
the signs arent even right
holy fuck
I can’t believe beef jerky single handedly destroyed gender
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rosswoodpark:
j9:
surfmanstevens420:
j9:
I’m glad Jack Links recognizes non-binary genders
the signs arent even right
holy fuck
I can’t believe beef jerky single handedly destroyed gender
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pearwaldorf:
That sound you hear across the land is every queer girl/woman of your acquaintance watching this video and their brain short-circuiting with lust, awe, and the realization that as long as Janelle is in the world, Prince will always be with us.
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pearwaldorf:
That sound you hear across the land is every queer girl/woman of your acquaintance watching this video and their brain short-circuiting with lust, awe, and the realization that as long as Janelle is in the world, Prince will always be with us.
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I’m Unsupervised at work today, so uh. Heh. I’m still getting my work done, I’m just doing it with the quilt spread out over most of my desk.
For all the work I’ve done on it it’s still not very big. I have to make a lot more squares. I ought to do that tonight so I can take them with me when we go to the farm next week…
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I’m Unsupervised at work today, so uh. Heh. I’m still getting my work done, I’m just doing it with the quilt spread out over most of my desk.
For all the work I’ve done on it it’s still not very big. I have to make a lot more squares. I ought to do that tonight so I can take them with me when we go to the farm next week…
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Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a respondibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
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Carpathia received Titanic’s distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathia’s lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I don’t know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had three dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Here’s the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining rooms–which, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasn’t expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a respondibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanic’s last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanic’s original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
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galadhir replied to your post “walburgablack replied to your post “galadhir replied to your post …”
I guess I mean a yahoo group
oh, sure, those are still a thing. I… think I lost my access to my Yahoo account, though. I’d had it for decades, but there was a policy change and I wasn’t able to update my password anymore, because like an idiot i signed up for my first account while I was overseas (that’s how long ago it was!) and they wouldn’t believe that I was in the US now, or something? It was all very weird.
So I still get emails from the last group I forgot to unsubscribe from, but I can’t log in and change my access to any groups… I should really figure that out instead of spam-foldering all the emails I get from still-active groups, lol.
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I guess I mean a yahoo group
oh, sure, those are still a thing. I… think I lost my access to my Yahoo account, though. I’d had it for decades, but there was a policy change and I wasn’t able to update my password anymore, because like an idiot i signed up for my first account while I was overseas (that’s how long ago it was!) and they wouldn’t believe that I was in the US now, or something? It was all very weird.
So I still get emails from the last group I forgot to unsubscribe from, but I can’t log in and change my access to any groups… I should really figure that out instead of spam-foldering all the emails I get from still-active groups, lol.
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slack has messageboard features, too, but i’m not sure whether it’s free? i assume it has a free option but idk
OK, so. Yahoo!Groups is for emails and a few limited files, and lets you subscribe to either individual emails or a daily digest. I’ve used it and it’s limited but easy enough to master. Discussions there would therefore be in email format, like where someone types up their whole thing and sends it, and someone else responds.
Slack: intended as a workplace collaboration tool, it lets you have chat in both a main area and to fork off private discussions with only individuals you specifically invite. Has a file sharing interface, and it also integrates with other apps, like Google Drive, which is a thing I use. I don’t know for sure what the rest of the apps are. It also has voice and video conferencing features, which I am less interested in, but they do exist. The “free” tier has no time limitations, doesn’t seem to limit the number of users, and lets you pick from different tiers of how many notifications you get, which I feel like is kind of important.
Discord: primarily a chat app, it seems to be focused mostly on chatroom-style discussions. It lets you do voice and text chat, lets you subdivide the chats into multiple topics, and lets you download an app so you can do voice chats from your phone. I’m not… interested in voice chats so that’s less attractive to me. I can’t find whether it’s got file sharing but I guess you could just paste in links to Google Docs if you wanted, I think you can get it to hyperlink.
I don’t totally grok Discord; I have used it, before, but I never really got the hang of it. I will absolutely join a Discord if someone sets one up, but I figured I’d go set up a Slack because I kept running into the “sign up to find out more” link when I was poking around their site, and, well, it’s free. So.
Here is the slack for my extremely creatively-named “A Writing Group”. If you would like to give it a shot, clicky-click!
I have no idea how this works but I’ve done a lot of things in my life where I had no idea how it was supposed to work, so. WE’LL FIND OUT.
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aimmyarrowshigh replied to your post: walburgablack replied to your post “galadhir …
slack has messageboard features, too, but i’m not sure whether it’s free? i assume it has a free option but idk
OK, so. Yahoo!Groups is for emails and a few limited files, and lets you subscribe to either individual emails or a daily digest. I’ve used it and it’s limited but easy enough to master. Discussions there would therefore be in email format, like where someone types up their whole thing and sends it, and someone else responds.
Slack: intended as a workplace collaboration tool, it lets you have chat in both a main area and to fork off private discussions with only individuals you specifically invite. Has a file sharing interface, and it also integrates with other apps, like Google Drive, which is a thing I use. I don’t know for sure what the rest of the apps are. It also has voice and video conferencing features, which I am less interested in, but they do exist. The “free” tier has no time limitations, doesn’t seem to limit the number of users, and lets you pick from different tiers of how many notifications you get, which I feel like is kind of important.
Discord: primarily a chat app, it seems to be focused mostly on chatroom-style discussions. It lets you do voice and text chat, lets you subdivide the chats into multiple topics, and lets you download an app so you can do voice chats from your phone. I’m not… interested in voice chats so that’s less attractive to me. I can’t find whether it’s got file sharing but I guess you could just paste in links to Google Docs if you wanted, I think you can get it to hyperlink.
I don’t totally grok Discord; I have used it, before, but I never really got the hang of it. I will absolutely join a Discord if someone sets one up, but I figured I’d go set up a Slack because I kept running into the “sign up to find out more” link when I was poking around their site, and, well, it’s free. So.
Here is the slack for my extremely creatively-named “A Writing Group”. If you would like to give it a shot, clicky-click!
I have no idea how this works but I’ve done a lot of things in my life where I had no idea how it was supposed to work, so. WE’LL FIND OUT.
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