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Wed, 26/11/2025 - 00:01

Here’s how this is gonna go: First, you will step up to the rental counter only when I give you The Look. The Look is not markedly different from my resting face. In fact, it’s no different at all. But it’s your job to recognize The Look, so pay attention. If, upon your turn, you hesitate for one single second, I will call out “Next,” in a way that strikes fear into the hearts of God, everyone in line behind you, and this cardboard cutout of Hertz brand ambassador Tom Brady.

When you get to the counter, do not ask how I’m doing—I’m stuck inside a Hertz location for eight hours a day. How do you think I’m doing?

What you do need to do is give me your driver’s license and credit card within the first three seconds of approaching the counter. This is not something I’ll ask you verbally. This is something you must understand innately, while I stare at my computer and hold out my hand just enough to suggest I might be waiting for something, but not enough to make it clear what I’m waiting for. And I swear to god, if you start reading me your reservation number out loud, I will shut you down and send you out of here on a bicycle.

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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 22:39

The photographer Rob Clayton is one of the most astute chroniclers of the British built environment. Since his 1990 series Estate, a heartfelt documentation of the Lion’s Farm Estate in Oldbury in its final decade, he has used photography to capture the changing face of towns and cities. In his new book, Provision, published by […]

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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 20:05

Jury trial is one of our most cherished democratic rituals and a cornerstone of public confidence in the criminal justice system. Twelve citizens, drawn at random from the ordinary fabric of life, sit together and weigh the state’s evidence against the accused. Their pivotal role, a feature of English law from the very earliest times, […]

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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 18:02
This Tuesday report will provide some insights into life for a westerner (me) who is working for an extended period at Kyoto University in Japan but who over the years of working here has increasingly began to understand the language and local cultural traditions. Sadly, this is my last Kyoto Report for 2025. My time…
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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 10:34

The 2025 Annual Maintainer Check-In is now complete, a huge thank you to everyone who responded and to all the maintainers who continue to keep Drupal core moving forward.

As part of this process, we’ve confirmed that a number of Drupal Core subsystems and topic areas are currently without an active maintainer.

If you’ve ever thought about stepping into a maintainer role, or co-maintaining alongside others, now is the perfect time to get involved.

Why maintainers matter

Maintainers play a key role in ensuring the quality, stability, and momentum of Drupal core.

Maintainers help shape the direction of their subsystem or topic area, guide contributors as well as triage issues and review merge requests.

You don’t need to be a long-time contributor, if you’ve been active in a related area or are keen to grow your involvement, we’d love to hear from you.

Learn more about the maintainer role:

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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 05:16

Documentos publicados por una corte federal ofrecen detalles nuevos y perturbadores sobre el intento de figuras relacionadas con Trump de orquestar un golpe contra un gobierno que claramente no entendían. Esta es una mirada sin precedentes a los actores y sus conspiraciones -desde terrorismo hasta banderas falsas- que pudiera ilustrar la naturaleza el asalto militar estadounidense en ciernes contra Venezuela.  El hombre al que el gobierno estadounidense culpa de todo, Jordan Goudreau, proveyó evidencias a The Grayzone de: Que firmó […]

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Created
Tue, 25/11/2025 - 05:00

Making popcorn again, huh, Snoopy? Keep it up. Sounds like pure nostalgia, especially with the way this year’s been going.

I bet Linus would’ve called those popping kernels “little pangs of painful joy,” or something equally poetic, but of course, he’s not coming this year. Not after his meaning-of-Christmas bit took a turn to the right last winter. I guess the community access TV video went viral, and he’s booked solid through the spring with CPAC.

Good grief. This year feels heavier, doesn’t it? Heavy in the air, in the bare grocery aisles, in the empty pit of our stomachs. Heavy in the way people say, “It’s okay, we’ll make do,” but their eyes say they’re ready to boil their best friend alive for sustenance.

Sorry. We’re not there yet. Although I do wonder why we haven’t seen Frieda’s cat, Faron, in a while. And sometimes I look at Woodstock and think, just academically, “Rotisserie ready.” Lucy charged me ten cents to work through that one.

Created
Tue, 25/11/2025 - 01:05
One of the predictions I made many years ago was that Long Covid would slowly cripple workforces. Covid still exists, and that we deliberately don’t try to count cases any more doesn’t change that. This is typical of our handling of all problems. We just pretend they don’t exist and won’t have serious consequences if […]
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Tue, 25/11/2025 - 00:00

I’ve been bred fine, Mr. President. Finer than the rest. When the light comes up over the pens, it strikes my feathers like a torch, and I know it is not the sun but the world itself come to see me. They say a bird cannot understand destiny, but they never met a bird with mirrors for eyes. I have looked upon my own reflection in the metal of the trough and seen greatness staring back.

The others think of corn. I think of legacy.

They cluck and gossip about the day’s feed. I think of the table. Of the silver laid out like a promise. Of the man whose name rings in the air like thunder over dry land. Donald J. Trump. I say it slowly, like a prayer. There is power in the syllables, heavy and shaped by history. The handlers speak of him as if he were weather itself, vast and inevitable, and I reckon that’s true enough. You can’t fight the weather. You can only rise into it or be buried by it.