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First post? Or first conversation? Doesn't matter, down the internet tubes it goes!


Le paresseux appelle chance le succès du travailleur.


Citation américaine anonyme et déformée remontant au début du XXe siècle (1917).

Bonne version: «La chance est l'estimation par un paresseux du succès d'un travailleur.»

google.fr/books/edition/The_Ma…


|Le paresseux appelle chance le succès du travailleur.|



Le plus grand ennui c'est d'exister sans vivre.


Citation déformée extraite de "Ceux qui vivent, ce sont ceux qui luttent" (1848) venant du recueil de poèmes satiriques "Les Châtiments" de Victor Hugo (1853).

google.fr/books/edition/Po%C3%…

"Ceux qui vivent, ce sont ceux qui luttent" de Victor Hugo (1848):

Ceux qui vivent, ce sont ceux qui luttent; ce sont
Ceux dont un dessein ferme emplit l'âme et le front,
Ceux qui d'un haut destin gravissent l'âpre cime,
Ceux qui marchent pensifs, épris d'un but sublime,
Ayant devant les yeux sans cesse, nuit et jour,
Ou quelque saint labeur ou quelque grand amour.
C'est le prophète saint prosterné devant l'arche,
C'est le travailleur, pâtre, ouvrier, patriarche;
Ceux dont le cœur est bon, ceux dont les jours sont pleins,
Ceux-là vivent, Seigneur! les autres, je les plains.
Car de son vague ennui le néant les enivre,
Car le plus lourd fardeau, c'est d'exister sans vivre.
Inutiles, épars, ils traînent ici-bas
Le sombre accablement d'être en ne pensant pas.
Ils s'appellent vulgus, plebs, la tourbe, la foule.
Ils sont ce qui murmure, applaudit, siffle, coule,
Bat des mains, foule aux pieds, bâille, dit oui, dit non,
N'a jamais de figure et n'a jamais de nom;
Troupeau qui va, revient, juge, absout, délibère,
Détruit, prêt à Marat comme prêt à Tibère,
Foule triste, joyeuse, habits dorés, bras nus,
Pêle-mêle, et poussée aux gouffres inconnus.
Ils sont les passants froids, sans but, sans nœud, sans âge;
Le bas du genre humain qui s'écroule en nuage;
Ceux qu'on ne connaît pas, ceux qu'on ne compte pas,
Ceux qui perdent les mots, les volontés, les pas.
L'ombre obscure autour d'eux se prolonge et recule;
Ils n'ont du plein midi qu'un lointain crépuscule,
Car, jetant au hasard les cris, les voix, le bruit,
Ils errent près du bord sinistre de la nuit.


Quoi, ne point aimer! suivre une morne carrière,
Sans un songe en avant, sans un deuil en arrière!
Quoi! marcher devant soi sans savoir où l'on va!
Rire de Jupiter sans croire à Jéhova!
Regarder sans respect l'astre, la fleur, la femme!
Toujours vouloir le corps, ne jamais chercher l'âme!
Pour de vains résultats faire de vains efforts!
N'attendre rien d'en haut! ciel! oublier les morts!
Oh non, je ne suis point de ceux-là! grands, prospères,
Fiers, puissants, ou cachés dans d'immondes repaires,
Je les fuis, et je crains leurs sentiers détestés;
Et j'aimerais mieux être, ô fourmis des cités,
Tourbe, foule, hommes faux, cœurs morts, races déchues
Un arbre dans les bois qu'une âme en vos cohues!


|Le plus grand ennui c'est d'exister sans vivre.|



L'ignorant affirme, le savant doute, le sage réfléchit.


Citation apocryphe remontant au XXe, au moins depuis 1935. Elle semble venir du journal l'Excelsior:

gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6…

La citation authentifiée qui s'en rapproche le plus est celle de Jacques-Pierre Brissot De Warville ( 1754-1793) dans "Le sang innocent vengé, ou Discours sur les réparations dues aux accusés innocents":

Il en est des procès criminels comme de la plupart des sciences. L'homme qui pèse mûrement la certitude, ne trouve partout que des raisons de douter. L'ignorant affirme où le sage balance, et il balance surtout quand sa décision dépend le bonheur de son semblable.

google.fr/books/edition/Biblio…


|L'ignorant affirme, le savant doute, le sage réfléchit.|




Good watch for those of you not in the US to understand how bad the country is

youtu.be/eRPeU1DYOWA?si=iaX8x8…

#adhd #dystopia #WeNeedHelp




The chasm and chamber open up, fewer lights than before linger but all is the same dull brightness.

Continuing its f͑ͨ̒͝ą̥͙̬̫̙̤͍̠̥̊͆̇̄̀̎ͭͯ̊͗ͩl̸̸̡̨̙͗͠͡s̮̙̼͕̮̬͎̏̆ͮḝ̸̷̵̨̯̟͈̦̱̜͎̻͂͐̎̒̚͟͝h̨̛͖̣̗̰̗̠̬̬ͨ̓͆̑̂̉͌͠o̸̢͔͚̹̲̰̲̖̭̠̺͈̅̂ͫ̈̏̆̊̚͢͜͡ơ̸̠̭̥̭̺̭̻͙͇̋̌̆̇̏ͩ͊͛̆̔̋̕̚͢͢͠͞ͅ_̞̠̥̭ͩd̵̷̨̦̯͎͍̳̣̬̳̮͕́ͮ̎̈́ͧͭ̑̄̏͑ͥ͂͌̚̚͠͞

of pretending infrastructure with no intention of designating purpose to itself. Tiles on the now very high up ceiling, protrude a yellow reflection from the carpet floor. Only noticing the Rot which slowly creeps down, Invisible at first but with time becomes more noticeable, maybe even growing? A hand imprint on the wall glares into the open, empty chasm.

This place has been forgotte- no.. Abandoned. If god exists, it won't be here and if the Devil exists, this would be a prison even for ḩ̵̸̢̖̟͕̫̄ͭͤ́͆ͣ̏͆͊ȉ̴̸̡̛͉̙͚̣̗̦͕̥͍͚̯͉̦̫̐ͤ̀́́͒̅͂̆ͥ̀̽̑ͫ̓͑̚͘͜͞ͅm̶̡̡̨̨̢̰̹͉̩̭̙͍̹̋̿̃̎̉͊ͭͥ̽ͦ̀̚͞͡͡

The hand is not there. ǝɯᴉʇ sᴉɥʇ ʎʅuo ,ɯsɐɥɔ ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ oʇ punoɹɐ ʞɔɐq spuᴉʍ sʇI .xǝʅdɯoɔ ǝɥʇ ɟo uɹnʇ ǝʅqᴉssodɯᴉ uɐ ʇɐ sɹnɔɔo ɹǝuɹoɔ ǝʅqɐǝɔᴉʇou ɐ ʇǝdɹɐɔ ᵷuᴉɥsnɯ ǝɥʇ ssoɹɔɐ ᵷuᴉʞʅɐM

Where the hand was,, there is now a door. Djduehwjdiwoq187#817+$9991
ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗˢ ˢᶦⁿᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ



Lights dim, shadows grow
Life's sin, shallows row
Chords plucked, listen more.

p̧̠̹͕̫̳ͣ̒ͧ̄͗ͣ̉̒̋ͯ͐̚̕͠͞l̶̨̤̤̪͚̺̬̘̾͒ͫ̅ͯ̓́ͪ̽ͤ̏̾ͩ̈̇̈̀͜͠͞e̴̵̖͇̗̻̺̖̲͚͌ͧ̍̆̀̓ͬ͊̿͂̐̌̎ͧ͜ă̧͍͙͚̹̮̬͈̣͎ͧ̿͗ͦ̇̇̽̃̈́̍͠se̘̗͊̆̔͗̒͟͞͞ o̶̳̩̺̬͎̖̤͉͓̬̽̑͒ͭͪ̎̏͠p̴̴͔̘̬̻̪͚͂ͬͩͪ̓ͦ͒͘̕ẻ̡̢̘͓͗ͤ̅̓ͣ̇ͭ̃n̛̰ͯ̑ t̴̷̵̢̨̲̙̱̫̙̥̬͈̩̳̰̞͙̺̎͆͗̾̉ͪ́́ͭ̀̅̑̑̏̒ͮ͢͝h̵͙̬̮͍̞̻̖̳̙̞̙̲̩̭͖̮̿̀̇ͥ̈́͒̂͂ͣͬ̄͐ͨ̕̕͟͢͝ę̵̵̶̧͍̺͚̦͔͕̳̤̠̙͕͔̤͒̀̊͐̓̄́͒͒̐ͯ̔̍͘̕͜͝ ḍ̶̸̸̹̤̻̣͈̘̰̖ͦ̔ͦ͒̎̾͌́̒ͮ̿̒̾̓ͧ̍ͦͥ͌̅̽ͧ̔̽̆̍̂̍͟͢͜͞ͅo̧̹͍͚̣͇̟̭͔͚̝͚͇̔ͮ͑̿ͫ̈́́̈́̀͛̽͢͟͝͝ͅo̸̷͙̫̰͕̠̳̜͔̺ͭ͑̍̈̓̀̕̚̚͠ͅr̵̯͇̤̰̺̟̓͗̈́̋͆̋ͥ̑͛ͣ̑͘̚͜͢͝͡



Subway Tooter & Foggy Minds


Tried logging on to here via Subway Tooter, which I use for Mastodon. It's supposed to work with Friendica too. I tried the Friendiqa app but it doesn't even recognise this site exists. Anyway it appeared I'd logged on successfully but when I went to look at my feed I got a very long error message. The folks on Subway Tooter's help forum said it was a server issue and to contact the server owner.
in reply to Vanessa

I've got it partially working. The feed doesn't work but the notifications do and I can boost/repost posts from my Mastodon accounts onto my Foggy Minds account
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I don't think it's talked about enough tbh.
When my egg cracked, there was a sense of dread... because once I knew there was no going back. My life would never be safe again.
Do I regret it? Not one bit, I'm genuinely happier now, but I do miss safety...

reductress.com/post/trans-woma…

#trans #LGBTQIA #LGBT





A First Post


As I move into my 40s, and contend with the dynamic tension of both more time, money, and capability; against higher demands on those very resources. I've been looking for a new place to do my social networking. I don't need the massive social networks of the past, since most of my community is well established at this point. It's nice to have federation, so my more distant friends can still see my posts without having to maintain or check a specific network just on my behalf. It's a little disappointing to find the landscape of self-hosted or federated social networks so barren, but Friendica seems like a solid option. The federated landscape makes it easier to try a platform, knowing that my work will not be forever vendor-locked into that platform.






Sorry for the downtime


Housing situation has been a pain, still on the temporary server environment and been hitting major resources bottlenecks.

I'm hoping to get a place sooner, but I've hit some roadblocks that very likely will push it drastically further out... in which case I'll need to spend more money on this environment to return things to stable.

Reminder that I'm covering this entirely out of my own pocket and these constraints are because I'm between homes and can't use my own much cheaper hardware. If you appreciate this instance I would very much appreciate a donation.




new work


আজকে এটিই আমার প্রথম পোস্ট। দেখি কেমন হয়?


Long time no writing here


I started to digging into my latest hobby of #bookbinding (but it's not the only one i assure you)
And made several pamphlet, with also some custom design.
I recently made couple of handmade hardcover journals. One using a custom hero-quest character sheet, the other one is just a lined notebook.
More info for who is interested are available here: ko-fi.com/post/Two-more-bookbi… (don't worry all my posts on #ko-fi are free)
It also gave my a nice surprise of receiveing the first donation ever (even if it will be the last it still made me happy! :) ) Any opinion comment is appreciated.
These are couple of pictures of my latest works:

Image/Photo

storage.ko-fi.com/cdn/useruplo…
any comment/critics is appreciated.



Hey there, I'm Kees (they/them/their, ne/nem/nir), a 30-something bug living in California. I'm hoping to make this my public facing account to share my art and generally interact with the rest of the fediverse.

I'm an amateur naturalist (I like BIRDS and BUGS, especially parasitic wasps) and I do art in various media (digital, watercolor, acrylic), usually of birds or original characters from an ARPG I help run. #tokipona li pona. Aaand I don't know what else to put in here so I'll stop ha.



Hello world. Just doing some testing with how this interfaces with Mastodon, and the various privacy options
This is meant to be a public post with an abstract/CW




Hello there. Glasgow calling.
I'm an analogue digital hybrid who cares about mental health issues, music, photography and art.
I'm deeply suspicious of ducks (in a less than serious way) and although I exist on Mastodon I'm keen to migrate to Friendica.
Best wishes all.
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Emsquared
@Shiri Bailem Thankyou very much. Hope you are well.