Matt Button

Great post, thanks for writing. The aside about the post office staff is sobering, and it’s good to be reminded.

Yeah heat pumps definitely require a different mindset! Would love to get one, but unfortunately we don’t have lots of spare space for a plant room and the boiler is still very healthy :(

Sounds like you’ll be in a great position once you’ve got the whole package!

I should’ve googled first, looks like there’s also an android version!

And yeah batteries would be great for that, especially if you have the space.

Would be interesting to see if app thinks a different tariff could reduce your pain in the short term until you’ve got batteries and can move load

I think technically we’d save even more on agile without making any changes to our lifestyle, but I’m too scared to take that leap!

Are you talking about agile where the price changes every half hour throughout the day?

We’re on tracker the price changes daily, and it’s substantially cheaper than the fixed tariffs.

Admittedly we’re still on gas for our heating, but it’s saved us a tonne of money.

Also, if you have an iPhone, do you know about the "Octopus compare" app? It was really helpful for helping us choose a tariff that worked for us.

Yeah I was surprised when you posted the image of the tariff changing throughout the day. Would the tracker tariff be any cheaper for you until you can get batteries?

Movie you’ve watched more than six times with a gif. Hard mode: no Stars (Wars nor Trek), LOTR, or Marvel.

Quite understandable!

Congrats, sounds like a great setup! Are you doing any long term tracking with open energy monitor?

And as always, your slide design is :chefkiss:

Just watched it this morning over coffee. Fantastic talk, you did great! I was learning new stuff ever minute

A screenshot of a website listing drywall anchors that use a metal core to secure the fixing to masonry behind the drywall

If you have masonry behind your drywall these are pretty good for heavy loads. There’s a ~2-4cm gap from the back of our drywall to the masonry behind and these are sturdy enough to support 2 bikes with lots of loading/unloading.

Also I don’t know if all of them will wash clothes for you vs just being machines you can use

There are definitely _some_ in central London, but they’re called laundrettes, not laundromats. As the other person said, zone 1 is a big area, so I can see why “some” is effectively “none” depending on how far you’d have to walk

Yeah it’s a cool activity! They had it at Usenix’s LISA in 2018. Unfortunately all the shirts said “LISA - 18” which is awkward to explain after the event 🫣

Isn’t the Irish ID card a passport card, and requires a passport? If not, I might’ve missing one 😅

I finally understand boomers avocado meme.

"Boomers bought houses at a time when saving a couple of pounds per day taking a packed lunch to work would give you a house deposit in eight years. For a millennial this would take two centuries."
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Smajo Beso • Follow 3d • © I started school in Newcastle in Year 5 without knowing a word of English. I was nine years old and had arrived as a refugee from Bosnia just a couple of months earlier. I was one of those strangers our politicians often speak about. I missed my grandparents and friends. I was having awful nightmares, and I would wake up screaming every single night. I hated going to school. I would sit in my chair, look out of the window, and spend my day daydreaming about ways to run back to Bosnia. I didn't want to be here. After a couple of weeks at school, my teacher, Miss Webster, and my classmates did something special to help me settle, something that made me feel less of a stranger. That was the first day I went home with a smile on my face. I have shared this story before, but as tomorrow is start of the new school year, I thought I would share it again. **

Miss Webster was amazing, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. She had this ritual where, at the end of each day, we would all sit on the floor around her, she would play the guitar, and we would all sing a song together. I couldn't understand what they were singing, but I could see she would sing one part of the song, then she would say someone's name or point to them. The next part of the song would be sung with that person's name in it, and they would get to go home first. My classmates loved this, but I hated it. It annoyed me because I couldn't understand what they were singing, but if I am honest, l hated it mainly because of how happy they all were. I definitely wasn't happy. I cried myself to sleep nearly every night. I eventually started having separate English lessons, which I enjoyed more because it took me out of the classroom. It was always daunting coming to school because I felt everyone was looking at me or speaking about me. For months, my dad would stand with me outside the school gates in the morning until it was time to go in.

One day I came back into the classroom from my English lesson. We sat down, and everyone was extra-excited, looking at me more than usual for some reason. Of course, I thought it was because I was a refugee, because I couldn't speak English, or because they couldn't pronounce my name. I was bracing myself for another afternoon of my classmates encouraging me to sing. This was probably the closest I came to running out. So we were all sitting on the floor around Miss Webster. She was holding her guitar, ready to sing. I remember the sun shining through the tall, narrow windows as I slowly drifted into a daydream of being back in Bosnia. She began playing the guitar, my classmates joined in, but this time, everything was different. I froze. I understood what they were signing. Not because I had miraculously learned English in one afternoon, but because they were singing in Bosnian for me. I looked around in shock, and they were all smiling at me, and for a moment I thought I was daydreaming.

While I was having separate English lessons, Miss Webster had taught our entire class to sing this song for me in Bosnian. They sang it terribly, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I skipped home that day with a huge smile on my face. For the first time, I looked forward to going back to school the next day. I have often imagined Miss Webster and my classmates rehearsing, struggling with the strange Bosnian words and laughing at themselves. For me, that effort was the ultimate recognition, an act of peace that felt like the opposite of everything I had known during the war. It was special. I do not know if they realised it then, but that moment helped to give me back my dignity, my belonging, and, for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I was just a refugee or an outsider. I was home.

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Reading this is so difficult and heartbreaking; please be warned. I think it's so important to look at how horrifying this is. I have several problems with the NYT reporting, but I am glad that someone broke the story.

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Fish — More Jam Tomorrow Pound for pound, fish is small fry for the British economy – but it has long been vital to our sense of sovereignty. From skirmishes with Dutch boats to the Cod Wars and Brexit, Ros Taylor finds out w...

I’ll have to watch the video, but if you’re interested in this topic, I was just listening to a good podcast that covers some of the history to Britain’s obsession with fishing and control of surrounding waters overcast.fm/+ABOD-ffxMNQ

Did a bit of a double take seeing you post this - the backdrop on the video preview is of the town I grew up in 😂

Did your domain not renew properly?

Someone should start feeding these into an old school self playing piano

The first 100% effective HIV prevention drug is approved and going global An epidemic that's been sustained for 44 years might finally be quelled, with the milestone approval of the first HIV drug that offers 100% protection with its twice-yearly injections. It's a landmark...

Well, I'll be damned.

It's royalty free and there's already six, generic manufacturers lined up.

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To Whom It May Concern, I became aware of your recent article “Trump posts fake video of Obama in jail, declares ‘treason’ and ‘crime of the century’ in AI-driven blitz” which contains a completely fabricated quote from me. The article attributes the following to me regarding Donald Trump’s AI video depicting Obama’s arrest: “This deepfake is political disinformation at its worst,” said Nina Jankowicz, disinformation analyst and former executive director of the US Disinformation Governance Board. “It erodes public trust, damages reputations, and poses serious threats to democratic stability.” I did not say this. In fact, I have not issued any comment related to this Trump AI video to your outlet or the public. The manufactured quote is incorrect and irrelevant, and it negatively impacts my professional reputation. Please remove the false quotation and append a correction to the article, stating that a prior version of this article included a quote falsely attributed to Nina Jankowicz. Sincerely, Nina Jankowicz

Can't believe I had to issue a request like this, but apparently news outlets are printing completely fabricated quotes now

Pretty sure tripod was still around in early 00s - that’s when I started uploading sites to it

Gaza: Doctors Under Attack review – this crucial film is the stuff of nightmares. But the world needs to see it The film the BBC refused to air shows the targeting, detainment and torture of medics in Gaza. Its relentless timeline of horrors will never leave you

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