macrocarpa

Site size doesn’t matter; prosecution of the actual people who are associated with it still occurs.

There is practically zero risk for users of lemmy instances, but those who host the instance are identifiable through domain registration, hosting or similar.

I don’t blame the admins for acting in self interest - ultimately they’re putting in the effort and wear the risk.

If you don’t agree with it you’re welcome to host your own instance - with blackjack and hookers etc.

Hold on, think this one through.

The admins aren’t worried about jury nullification per se. They’re worried about what regulatory authority can do - shut down the instance, hold admins personally accountable etc - if the instance is classified as a media source + has content which could influence a jury.

This is no different from the advice given to other media outlets globally.

Maybe spin it this way. If the very act of having articles celebrating his actions on lemmy.world means his defense is compromised would you be OK with that?

No they haven’t. Thanks for asking.

Per some of the comments above - add urgency, being in / not being in control, exertion are all part of it.

Finishing a half marathon

Attending a concert with 20k other people and singing one of my favourite songs at the top of my lungs

The 30 to 40 seconds after my first experience scuba diving

Surfing, believe it or not. - the feeling of being picked up and pushed forward at the same time, then being in control / out of control and elated at the same time

Dancing in darkness to uplifting music, sometimes even exercising in the dark

Riding downhill trails in the dark (wirh headlight of course)

Plastic straws, clothes pegs, bottle caps, bottle rings.

https://shegoes.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Satin-Bower-Bird-Nest.jpg

It’s a bower bird performance centre. Quite literally. They make an area where they can perform for a mate.

They like the colour blue so collect heaps of blue things and decorate their bower with them.

This one has got a bunch of milk bottle caps, milk bottle cap rings, blue plastic straws and what look like pegs.

It sounds funny till you think about stuff that humans do for exactly the same reason (to be “interesting” to a prospective partner)

Bingo. I think that’s the key to it - if you do it with the intent of getting something from someone, people will work that out pretty quickly and resent it. It comes over as being…greasy.

If it’s done from the perspective of having genuine interest, care and empathy it makes it easier to work as a group.

Yep. There’s people that want to keep distance at work and don’t appreciate it. Just have to respect that and leave them to it.

Not the most manipulative but

Keep a log of the birthdays, hobbies and names of spouses and children of colleagues, managers, team members and customers.

I learnt this from a guy who did executive search. People remember you, when you remember what is important to them.

When I’ve lead teams it’s one of the first things I find out - note down when someone says “yeah Gary that’s my hubby, he’s super into gaming”

• Gary (husband.)
• likes gaming

When you’re a manager, your teams families, partners and friends know your name. Reciprocating that - learning who is important to them - is really important.

I honestly don’t know. Maybe a carry over from print journalism?

becoming an officer in the salvation army requires signing documentation. Likewise ministers need to be ordained.

So maybe expand the definition of regulation to include public institutions which have defined rules or codes of conducts. Leaving out the clanging irony of the multitude of crimes committed through organised religion.

Journalists is a weird one. I think back in the day it would have been that they trade on their public reputation. Less so now when I can start up a blog on college sports and call myself an investigative journalist.

Certification, regulation, proof of identity, of public note or public record…

Basically - you are known and can be found.

Asked a girl out on a date. She invited me over to watch a movie with her at her parents house (we were in our late teens). I arrived; her recently deceased family dog and incredibly distressed mother were both in the kitchen. Dog was a really big golden retriever that had been euthanized, and the mom had bought him home? Not sure why? Maybe to bury in the back yard or something? Idk

Anyway I offered to leave but she was insistent that we watch the movie together, which we did, on the couch, with her mom crying in the next room. Halfway through the movie the mom screams he’s still alive, he’s still alive. Go into the kitchen, she’d gone to move the body and it had expelled air and made some noise. I had to explain, with my best year 12 biology, what had happened. Five minutes of this woman losing her shit with grief out of her beloved companion dying.

Girl insisted we watch the last 10 minutes of the movie, it finishes with us watching in silence, I get up to leave and said something stupid like hey I’d love to do this again sometime and she says “I have a boyfriend”

I’m like alright well that’s that then and didn’t put in any more effort. Stupid me, she was hot and I really liked her. Being a dipshit I wrote a song about it, using the three guitar chords I knew, which takes me to act ii…

…five years later, I’m at a party, exchanging worst first date stories with friends and fellow partygoers including a cute blonde. I wait my turn, tell the story, she laughs her arse off and then goads me into singing the song, accompanying myself poorly on the guitar. I absolutely fucking nail it, everyone is in stitches, sit down next to her and the night goes from there. We end up leaving the party for a walk down to the local beach, made out on the beach, things get frisky, jump in a cab back to my house, in bed together, have drunken sex…which results in a broken condom. She lives literally the other side of town so we have to wait till (a) I’m sober enough to drive and (b) pharmacy is open to get a plan b, then have the most awkward drive back to her house. Get there, offer to walk her to the door, she says no, kisses me goodbye in the car, then texts me…to say she has a boyfriend.