#*permanet record

[keanuree-ves]

Keanu Reeves in Permanent Record (1988)  

[mhaynoot]

more influencer au

part [1][2]

After another year of making videos, his entrance exams suddenly approaches like a looming gullotine.

When he realises there was half a year until they would be upon him, Kim Dokja spends a week clearing his mind by recording and then re-recording. Editing a single new video over and over again. When he finally uploads it, he thinks that this one is notably nicer than any of his previous ones. He looks at it a few times throughout his week unlike his previous ones. Someone makes a comment.

He reads it for once.

Nice!

Afterwards, he splits his time into three major allocated time periods: sleeping, studying, and videos. He squeezes in eating when he realised his voice recordings sucked when he was on an empty stomach. It isn't much. Some rice he scavanges from the fridge and soy sauce. Maybe an egg or even some meat when his relatives are out and he could use the kitchen without their quiet stares.

Outsider.

He rereads WOS over and over. Yoo Joonhyun and his cooking. Yoo Joonhyun and eating. Yoo Joonhyun and sharing a meal. The words bleed into every bite.

The entrance exams are hellish. He almost cries when they were finally, finally over.

Feeling overwhelmed, he writes down about it in the description of his next video:

I wonder if Yoo Joonhyun passed his entrance exam? I think I failed mine.

Surprisingly, well while he falls short of getting into his first selection, Kim Dokja gets accepted into his second university of choice and into the literature major he randomly selected from a wheel taped with random things he liked.

He graduates high school with little fan fair and is kicked out of his relatives house with an equal amount of spectacle. After all, they had all known it was coming.

They give him an envelope, time to pack, and a farewell that they know is permanet. They abandon him at the bus stop. Kim Dokja doesn't linger to look at their disappearing backs. He pulls out his phone and reads the latest chapter of WOS. Drinks in the words of Yoo Joonhyun and his companions.

He's already accepted this. Everyone will leave him. His was a Dokja's life.

From the envelope, he gets about as much money that was already in his savings accounts. Not much. Reluctantly, he also adds the money from that book. It's enough to get a bus ticket to his university and, after a few days sleeping in the PC Bang, he finally finds a landlord who accepts his application. He knows why the moment he enters through the dingy door but he can't be picky so he puts down a deposit for a truly bottom of the shitty barrel of shitty apartments.

He washes himself in cold water with the dribbling water pressure of a drizzle. Kim Dokja shivers.

Yoo Joonhyun had worse. He repeats to himself. Throws himself into making a video about apolocalyptic environments.

Finding a job is harder when everyone knows who Kim Dokja is. Knows who she is. Knows who he was. They all know.

He throws himself into more and more video editing. It takes a week to make one that feels good now. He makes sure to eat at least something so his voice didn't sound horrible. He stretches his budget to buy a rice cooker from a second hand store. Drinks some water. Tries to find a job. Fails. Sleeps. Reads. Reads. Reads.

It's fine, he tries to convince himself. I can budget this. Two more months. I can get a job then.

He officially enrols into his course and finds it easier than the entrance exam (why is the system like this). They're taught grammar and sentence structures and given books upon books to read. Some are interesting, some a dull.

They have homework on comparing the assigned reading to something they've already read. Kim Dokja uses WOS and finds it difficult linger on only certain excerpts when he knows WOS is many times more than just these little snippets. His homework suddenly feels overwhelmed, filling with only the text of WOS cramping up the word count. It doesn't feel right like the examples the tutors had shown in clsss.

The homework isn't graded, just a mark of participation. He scrubs a hand through his hair and submits it.

At his next class, one of the tutors sits beside him and talks about his submition. Apparently, they find his comparison notes to have "potential" or something and offers an old student's essay.

"Teacher?"

"Try reading through it. Look at the way they write and compare it to your own. You can grow a lot from looking at other's works."

He reads through it, doesn't understand half the context but careful flicks through the way it talks about symbolism and literary techniques. About the careful extraction of certain phrases and certain words and certain sentences. With only a few quotes and a careful guiding hand, the student had mananged to picture the two books in the comparison. Shown the contrast, the complimentary, the way they intersected together.

He revises his notes into a script, an essay. His next video takes two weeks to make.

But no matter how long he lingers on campus, he can't exactly stay there constantly. With his rapidly dwindling funds and already two warnings for late rent, he's going to be evicted at this rate.

Maybe he should just sign up for military service. Defer his enrolment. Maybe in two years, people will finally forget.

He starts rereading about Lieutenant Lee. It feels awful.

He takes his school bag with him to the campus library and can't find himself able to open the job finder website. He opens the webnovel forums. Scrolls through blindly, not quite seeing any of the words.

WOS based on Yoo Joonghyuk?

Hey do you guys think WOS's Yoo Joonhyun was based on the Supreme King, Yoo Joonghyuk? He's a really popular game streamer right now but he was already streaming a few years ago around when WOS was released. Look even their names are similar. Maybe the author saw him and never thought SK would blow up?

He blinks.

Yoo Joonghyuk?

bonus:

no YuuTuu overlay ver.

[hirik0]

False Reality

Soap/Ghost SiFi AU

Year 3442

Humans learend how to build spaceships with FTL traval in the year 2335 and after the 1. contact war in 2340 and 2. contact war in 2370 are now a permanet member of the milky way council, still working for a spot in the intergalactical senat. Humans worked with most of the other species like the insect like Znurk, they have the head and one pair of arms like a praying mantis and the body of a herculean betel that walks upright. Or the space orcs of Krnaz, gigantic muscular humanoids with a variation of skin color from nearly white from the snowy mountains to dark green int the gigantic jungles to a dark blue these ones a are semi aquatic . Even with the body less energie beings of the Spuc, they are often a unseteling gas cloud that talks to you, there were many incidence of himans accidently walking through them and breath in parts of them. Making the human and the spuc live treathening sick a diplomatic nightmare for everyone involved. Working with the warriors of Krnaz is still bitter from the first contact war even over 100 years later and made working together in the 2. a lot harder then is had to be but they respect each other as wariror races. Species that never saw human fight would not think that his strange fleshy beeings are warriors, but well the secound they end up in a fight with any human they will lern. The council talked about the 'Soulless' from time to time and how terefieing these mechanical beeings are. Allegedly 2,50 m tall androits, with human shaped metalic bodies, the legs are just long spikes while the have arms with hands, they hover over the floor. Fearfull records of how they from time to time fall in to the milkey way from the andromeda galaxy doing whats called harvesting nodoby sure what that even means, but human just thought they are old storys. That was till 3435 when the milkey way ones again was hunted by these cold, machiens. Having humanity these time the harvesting gone a lot diffrent then the other times. Human scientists with the help of the Urlugs, a technilogial very atvenced race, that reminds of earths giant squits, developed ways to stop and destory the Soullles learing from the remains of the androits who they too origanly were a species ot of flesh and blood, till uploading there mind in to the mechanical bodies and then got entslaved by the AI that helped them to leave their mortal body behinde most of them not by choice. Creating on gigantic hive mind, they also learned to horrible truth over the harvesting, the kidnapped are either also forced to turn into Soulless or they get searched for anything that could improve the Soulless models.

Lieutante Simon 'Ghost' Riley of the human space marines was investigating a abontent ship when he ended up in a trap of the Soulless. He nearly fought himself out of it before he got hit by a paralyse blaste and felt to the ground. Seeing how the maschien is doing something thats looking like a victory dance, bieping some sort of melody. The Soulless reports that he took down one of the dangerous humans. With technology so far ahead of most species, even the oldest still didnt have catched up. If you look far enough back in records of the ruines ancient empires you can learn they called themselves 'Risens' ones. Before every think went dark Ghost sees the maschien aproaching and use his own gun to knock him out. The androite picks up the human to teleport them to the under a invisibility shield hidden space ship. The comander of the ship goes through there data bank of wanted human soilders, because depending on who they have here they will either kill him for the harvest or prepare him to join them. Its so eays with humans their brains are similar ans simpler then the one of their old bodies, so forcing them to assented is a lot easier then with other species. Exited bieping, they got one of the most wanted human soilders. Master of stealth mission, incredible with all kinds of weapons, deadly. He instantly lets them hyperjump back to one of the milky way outposts, hidden on a moon of a gas giant, that is hidding the energy signaturs with his own radiation. The radiation also is used as a energy surse so its a really nice doppel use, the only problem is so that they need to protect their victims from the radioation so they dont die before they are ready to ascent. They strip the human out of his armor removed a ridicoulos amount of knifes from him, before they decontamineted him to protect the other humans, some of them are so stuborn and hard to turn dont get sick. They remove all his hair so its easier to put the sensors on his head, before they conect him with the virtual reality and but him in stasis capsule. The maschien starts to calculate how long they will need , who to use and what to do to break him. To make the human beg to be assented.

Subject: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley of human space force, born on 31. October 3420 in Manchester on littel Gaia

Analysing for importet relationships:

Family status: dead

Mother, brother, brothers wife and a nephew - good, low risk

Father - bad, high risk

Humans called Price, Gaz and Soap - perfect, no risk

Searching for more important connections

Estimated time: 6 standart galactic day or 12 human days

creating false reality. Start with low risk choices.

Simon opens his eyes having a head ache. Where is he? He is in a dark room, sunlight shining through his curtains. Curtains, he dosent own curtains you dont have curtains.... where do you dont have courtains what was he trying to think? The next think that ticks him off is the size of the room, his room is not this big, right? He also dont have a king sice bed and defently not that nice sheets in a nice dark blue colour, his sheets should be khaki. He still gets out of bed, the next odd think him wearing a actual pyjama and not in a old shirt and sweatpants. he lifts his left arm and, something is missing. He also has the feeling that he is supost to have more muscels. "What is going on?", he asks in the room. He looks at the window again, deciding to open the courtains. He looks out of the window seeing a big mordern city, needing sometime till he sees a landmark he reconiases. He's in London seeing the holograph of the big ben flackering in the background. Earth? Why is he on earth? What is going on, his flat dont looks like this. Its a nice bedroom, with a big bed, a nice dresser, he opens one door leading to a allway, the walls filled with picture frames, like somebody is actuly living here. The second door leads in to a big bath room. He steps in it looking at the luxurious shower, the big washtabel and the gigantic mirror. The many products in the washtabel iritate him, as if its to many of them, he's owed to a lot less, some of them he probaly never used before, to his memory atleast. He looks in the mirror and the first think hes noticing is no scars and his nose dont look broken. Why does he think he is suposed to have scars and a broken nose? His blond hair is also to long, going over his shoulders, why does he think he has short hair? "Phone, where is my ... we dont use phones anymore what am I saying?", Ghost says to is reflection uterly confused. Phones were replaced right before the discoverd FTL traval. He goes back in the bedroom, seeing a small box thing on the nightstane he picks it up. It is a phone, why does he has a phone? He needs sometime to figure out how to get the screen lit, seen a picture of himself with a smiling teenager boy with blond hair having a hair cut like he thinks he normally has, sites cut short with a bit longer hair on the top. "Who the fuck is this", he asks himself, the face being familiar but also belongs to a stranger at the same time. The picture frames in the hallway, he rembers running out of the bedroom. Lots of Photos, of him on... on vacation on earth? As if he can afort this, how the fuck is he even affording living in London? Why does he think that only the rich and powerful can afford living on earth? Humans dont live anywhere else right? Right? He walks past the vacation pictures, seeing family gatherings with the teen form his phone screen and TOMMY? and BETH and MUM??? So that means the teenboy has to be JOESEPH?! His head starts to hurt, while memory of him standing in front of a grave with his brothers name on is forcing its way out of his subconsciousness. He falls down on his knees cursing feeling like his head is splitting in two. Why? Why is he so confused about Tommy, Beth, mum and Joseph beeing alive? Of course they are alive, Joe will finish school soon and then goes to studie holo engineering in Oxfort.

God did he drank to much yesterday with Price, why does he think it wired that Joe is finishing school soon? He looks at the phone again, well it can't be that diffrent then a holodeck to use right, but WTF is a holodeck sounds like its out of one the SiFi novels he reads. Holodecks are based on the last gen phones, wired what is he thinking. He needs some time to get figure out how to use the phone. 2. August 2325 the calender tells him, it also tells him he has a lot of things to do today, like going to work and hes already 30 minutes late for that. Why does he think that the year cant be right? Shit, what is going on. The phone rings and Price name is shown on the display. "Captain", Simon automaticaly says when he answers the call. "Captain? I like how that sounds Simon", Price amused voice echos out of the phone. Why does he adresses Price wirh Captain abd why does Price call him Simon, he rarely calls by his name most referring to him as Ghost, but why? "But Im calling to ask are you okey or are you having a migraine again?", Price sound concernd and Ghost makes a confued noise, migraine he dont have this, he couldbot work his job with them, what is Price telling him for nonsense? "I.. i dont know I just some things are wired, Sir", Ghost answers the question. "What do you mean?" "I.. bloody hell Cap, I dont know. Its like I have the feeling I dont live in London and that this flat is not mine." "Do you think you still live in Manchester? Happens sometimes after a bad migraine", Price ask concerned, but it seems to be a normal enough part of Ghosts life. "No.. I dont even think.." Ghost never ends the sentence the maybe migraine getting worse making him scream in pain while it feels like memories are brutaly forced away and his brain is cut in to pieces. The world goes dark, only Price who is screaming his name is interrupting the silence.

Correction of estimated time to 10 standard galactic days , suspect has really strong memories about live out site of simulation. Advice of using sedatives to secure success.

[nightrestrp]

welcome to nightrest, jesse marino! don’t forget to look over the checklist and send your account in the next 24 hours. casey deidrick is now taken. we’re so happy to have you!

[ casey deidrick, cis man, he/him ] - was that JESSE MARINO  i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the THIRTY-FIVE year old who has been in nightrest for TEN YEARS and works  as a/an OWNER OF PERMANET RECORD  has a reputation of being PROTECTIVE, but also HOT-HEADED. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with INK STAINED HANDS, MOTORCYCLES AND CIGARETTE SMOKE. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ alyssa, 29, she/her pst, n/a ]

[viljaangelica]

"Most" excempt from public" is used against a country's own citizents". Edward Snowden, Permanet Record.

[party-0n-dudes]

𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗧𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Well time to do it myself.

° after a few months after the song wishing on another star was sang, Chris still have some trouble coping but the band that created by his dear friend is the support system

° Chris is diagnosed with ADHD strangely went under the raydare as his father never pay attention to the signs as explain why he doesn't have a great relationship with his father.

° He always was fascinated/hyperfixated with music mainly rock or indie as it understand him and his emotions

° Playing guitar was his comfort and get away a way of venting as music do help express how's he's feeling.

[myklcollins]

Still flying from the Stones concert last night (played Hot Rocks and High Tide already) but for today's pic-spin I'd be remiss if I didnt mention Alex Lifeson's BDay today! . I've always felt he was an underrated guitarist. I mean, sure...in some circles they recognize his brilliance, but too often he is "overlooked" simply because he is in a band with the top 5 drummers and bassists of all time! . This is Rush in 1978 before I got into them, (Permanet Waves and Moving Pictures got me) but I have since gone back to pick up their earlier stuff. HBD Alex! 😎👍🎶 . #vinyl #vinylcollection #vinylcollector #vinyligclub #vinylcommunity #vinylcommunitypost #vinylrecords #vinyljunkie #vinyladdict #vinylporn #vinylgram #vinyllover #vinyllove #vinyloftheday #vinylcollectionpost #33rpm #33rpmclub #nowspinning #nowplaying #cratedigging #records #recordcollection #instahifi #70smusic #rush #alexlifeson https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ruvROpZ5d/?igshid=s81g6tgs3w8t

[amaryllisblackthorn]

okay but like no one talks about arthur blackthorn enough ??

like this guy was tortured in faery and obviously holds no warm feelings towards them but like he doesn’t hold it against mark and helen who are kind of like reminders of his time in faery ??

(not liking faeries)

“Perhaps you are confused,” Arthur said coldly. “You might have heard of my niece and nephew; you might think that because our relatives Mark and Helen have faerie blood you will find a kinder hearing here than you would at some other Institute. But my niece was sent away because of the Cold Peace, and my nephew was stolen from us.”

Kieran’s lip curled up at the corner. “Your niece’s exile was a Shadowhunter decree, not a faerie one,” he said. “As for your nephew—”

Arthur took a shaking breath. His hands were gripping the armrests of his chair. “The hand of the Consul was forced by the betrayal of the Seelie Queen. Unseelie warriors fought beside hers. No faerie hand is free of blood. We are not well disposed toward faeries here.”

“Back when faeries were more closely tied to their demonic ancestry,” said Arthur hoarsely.

“This is the wrong family to have come to,” said Arthur. “You are asking us to break the Law for you, as if we have some special regard for the Fair Folk. But the Blackthorns have not forgotten what you have taken from them.”

(not holding it against Mark & Helen)

While I’m sure we’re all immeasurably relieved that you’ll be looking after the Blackthorn children,” said Luke, “Helen is one of them. Are you saying, by claiming responsibility for the younger siblings, that you agree that her Marks should be stripped?”

Arthur Blackthorn looked horrified. “Not at all,” he said. “My brother may not have been wise in his . . . dalliances . . . but all records show that the children of Shadowhunters are Shadowhunters. As they say, ut incepit fidelis sic permanet.”

“That’s just it,” said Balogh. “As long as we don’t negotiate his release, the problem takes care of itself. The boy is likely better off with his own kind anyway.”

Arthur Blackthorn’s round face paled. “No,” he said. “My brother wouldn’t have wanted that. He’d have wanted the boy at home with his family.” He gestured toward where Emma and Julian and the rest were sitting. “They’ve had so much taken away from them. How can we take more?”

A wave of dizziness passed through Emma along with a terrible mixture of horror and relief and amazement. Julian had stiffened, as if he’d been shocked with electricity. She saw the slight tightening of his jaw, the twitch of a muscle in his cheek. He didn’t open his mouth; it was Arthur who spoke, half-rising from his chair, his voice thready and uncertain:

“Mark?”

“There was a time when the Fair Folk might have freely returned to us one of our own,” said Arthur. “The pain of loss goes both ways, as does the loss of trust.”

“A convoy came to us from Faerie,” said Arthur. “They offered to return Mark to his family, and in exchange, we would help them discover who was killing faeries in Los Angeles.”

“And you said nothing of this to the Clave?” said Robert. “Despite knowing you were breaking the Law, the Cold Peace—”

“I wanted my nephew back,” said Arthur. “Wouldn’t you have done the same, for your family?”

“You’re a Shadowhunter,” said Robert. “If you must choose between your family and the Law, you choose the Law!”

“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Arthur. “You know our family motto.”

“Then let me ask Arthur this, Clary,” said Robert. “What punishment would he choose for Nephilim, even young Nephilim, who break the Law?”

“Well, that would depend,” Arthur said, “on whether they were punished already, five years ago, by losing their father and brother and sister.”

“We would have protected Mark,” said Robert Lightwood. “There was no need to fear the Clave.”

Arthur was pale, his eyes dilated. Yet Emma had never heard him speak so eloquently, or with such clarity. It was bizarre. “Would you have?” he demanded. “In that case, why is Helen still at Wrangel Island?”

“She’s safer there,” snapped Robert. “There are those—not myself—who still hate the faeries for the betrayal of the Dark War. How do you think they would treat her if she were among other Shadowhunters?”

“So you couldn’t have protected Mark,” said Arthur. “You admit it.”

not to mention that he’s more than willing to take Emma in to?? like okay we know that his mental state leads him to be unable to take care of any of them really but like still

“Absolutely not,” Julian said. “Emma lives in L.A.; it’s her home. She can stay at the Institute. That’s what Shadowhunters do. The Institute is supposed to be a refuge.”

“Your uncle will be running the Institute,” said Jia. “It’s up to him.”

“What did he say?” Julian demanded, and behind those four words were a wealth of feeling. When Julian loved people, he loved them forever; when he hated them, he hated them forever. Emma had the feeling the question of whether he was going to hate his uncle forever hung in the balance at exactly this moment.

“He said he would take her in,” Jia said. “But really, I think there’s a place for Emma at the Shadowhunter Academy here in Idris. She’s exceptionally talented, she’d be surrounded by the best instructors, there are many other students there who’ve suffered losses and could help her with her grief—”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” said Jia. “Very well. Your uncle doesn’t mind, Julian, if Emma lives in the Institute, and the institution of parabatai trumps all other considerations.”

Helen was nearly finished packing the belongings that she had brought with her to Idris. Uncle Arthur (he had told Emma to call him that too) had promised to send on the rest. 

the quotes are from city of heavenly fire and lady midnight. i don’t think i even went into lord of shadows (where arthur, you know, willingly died to keep his family safe) and i made this post before queen of air and darkness came out.

like of course he shouldn’t hold anything against helen and mark but like honestly while it would have been wrong to it would also have been idk understandable if he had? like he went through a super traumatic experience in faery and helen and mark are linked to both faery in general and !! to a specific faery who was complicit in his traumatic torture. but he doesn’t hold it against helen and mark, considers them family, and loves them and like while that’s the right thing to do i also really appreciate him for that ?? like idk i just feel like arthur deserves more appreciation

[art-now-usa]

Blue Barn, Linda Bigness

Whether it is man-made or part of our natural world, there is a subtle beauty to be found in the deterioration of our environment. As I pass through this world and take in the layers of destruction and renewal, I record what I see and use my creative output to give the world hope and a renewed sense of understanding for what is already a part of our reality.The Blue Barn is part of the American landscape sometimes falling down other times absorbed into its surroundings becoming a permanet part of our landscape.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Blue-Barn/5571/4433213/view

[saye0036]

Trivia

The Province of Ontario is;

approximately 1,076,395 sq. km / 415,598 sq mi.

larger than France and Spain , combined.

almost 1/3 the size of India.

more than 3 times the size of Germany.

more than 3.5 times the size of Italy.

more than 1/10th the size of Canada.

more than 4 times the size of the UK.

more than 8.25 times the size of England.

more than 15 times the size of Ireland.

about the same size of the US states Texas & Montana, combined.

The Capital of Ontario - Toronto

Canada's most populous Province with 13,505,900 residents as of 2012.

The Provincial motto - Ut incepit fidelis sic permanet  (Loyal she began and loyal she remains)

Official Flower - Trillium

Official Bird - Common Loon

Did you know?

The Longest Street in the World

The distinction of the longest street in the world belongs to Yonge Street in the Province of Ontario .    Yonge Street starts at Lake Ontario, and runs  north through central and northern Ontario to the area of Rainy River, on the Ontario – Minnesota border, a distance of over 1178 miles / 1896 kilometres.    The Guinness Book of World Records recognized this claim as late as 1998.

Most of Yonge Street today exists as Highway 11, north of the Greater Toronto Area (GTA). Due to the development of the GTA, the old highway lives on as side roads, dead-end roads, or overgrown wooded trails.

The World’s Longest Freshwater Beach

Wasaga Beach on Georgian Bay is the world’s longest freshwater beach, 8.6 miles / 14 km.    Wasaga Beach is located about 2 hours northwest of Toronto.

North America's Shortest Railway

The Thousand Island Railway, which ran in Gananoque Ontario, is North America ’s shortest railway in history, just 3.32 miles / 5.43 km.

The World's Third Tallest Tower

Canada has the third tallest tower in the world.  Completed in 1975, the CN Tower in Toronto stands 1815' and 5" tall.

CN Tower’s glass paneled elevator floors are the highest in the world.

Largest Sony Big Screen

Inside Toronto’s Rogers Centre (formerly known as the SkyDome) you will find the largest Sony big screen, measuring 33 ft. x 110 ft. (10.0 m x 33.6 m).

The World's Largest Coin

The Big Nickel located in Sudbury is the world's largest coin. It is a giant reproduction of a 1951 Canadian nickel, measuring 9 meters (30 feet) in diameter.

Lois Maxwell  (Miss Moneypenny / James Bond 007)

Lois Maxwell (1927 – 2007) was born in Kitchener Ontario , and was a regular columnist of the Toronto Sun newspaper.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

The 1964 animated TV movie “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was filmed in Japan , but the entire soundtrack was recorded in a studio Toronto , Ontario.

Most of the singing and speaking cast were Canadian.

Billie Mae Richards ("Rudolph") and Paul Soles ("Hermey") are neighbours in an Ontarioretirement community.

(as referenced from “The Internet Movie Database”)

Guy Lombardo

Guy Lombardo (1902- 1977) leader of the big-band era “The Royal Canadian’s” and known for his yearly rendition of “Auld Lang Syne” which is still played on new years at Times Square in New York City, was born in London Ontario.

The Canadarm & The Canadarm 2

The world famous robotic manipulator affectionately known as the “Canadarm”, used aboard the space shuttle and its bigger brother the “Canadarm 2”, an integral part of the International Space Station, were designed and manufactured at Spar Aerospace, based in Brampton Ontario, just northwest of Toronto.

Blackberry Smartphone

The world famous Blackberry Smartphone was developed at Research In Motion's Waterloo Ontariofacilities.

[worteundgedanken]

Permanet Record: Meine Geschichte

by Edward Snowden

Computerfreaks

Während ich diese Schulung durchlief, konnte ich mich des Eindrucks nicht erwehren, dass die Dozenten offene Türen einrannten. Einer Bande von Computerfreaks muss man nicht erklären, dass sie überlegende Kenntnisse und Fähigkeiten besitzen, durch die sie auf einzigartige Weise dazu qualifiziert sind, selbständig zu handeln und Entscheidungen im Namen ihrer Mitbürger zu treffen, ohne dabei beaufsichtigt oder beurteilt zu werden. Nichts leistet der Arroganz mehr Vorschub, als wenn man ein Leben lang Maschinen bedient, die nicht zur Kritik fähig sind.

Gaunerei in Washington

Die Vertragsarbeit, so pflegte er zu sagen, sei »die drittgrößte Gaunerei in Washington« nach der Einkommenssteuer und dem Kongress.

Metadaten

Es ist Ironie des Schicksals, dass die Gesetzgebung, die technischen Innovationen stets um mindestens eine Generation hinterherhinkt, den Inhalt einer Kommunikation um ein Vielfaches besser schützt als ihre Metadaten. Dabei sind die Geheimdienstbehörden weitaus mehr an den Metadaten interessiert: an den Aktivitätsaufzeichnungen, die ihnen zweierlei erlauben. Sie können sich durch die Analyse flächendeckender Daten im Bild vom großen Ganzen machen, und sie können im kleinen Rahmen perfekte Landkarten, Chronologien und assoziative Zusammenfassungen über das Leben einer Einzelperson erstellen, um daraus gewagte Vorhersagen über ihr Verhalten abzuleiten. Alles in allem verraten Metadaten unseren Überwachern virtuell alles, was sie über uns erfahren wollen oder müssen - nur in unseren Kopf schauen und Gedanken lesen können sie noch nicht.

Link: https://www.amazon.de/dp/3103974825/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_U_2e2HDb656QYVE

[keanuree-ves]

Keanu reeves as Chris Townsend

in permanent record 1988

[keanuree-ves]

Keanu reeves as Chris Townsend

in permanent record 1988

[party-0n-dudes]

Hear me out young Keanu have a twunk body

Twunk pretty much to tall to be a twink and have some muscle

Don't @ me

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Unpopular opinion: can Chris Townsend please have some headcanons, imagines, or x reader? He's very underrated