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Ryan Frishkorn
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KC8RNV - Tech engineer and aesthetic nomad. Intolerant of fascism and nihilism. Listener of crows. Driven by literature, tangled in philosophy, and fractured by everything beautiful.
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Spicy tomato basil bisque and French white bread. #cooking #baking #bread
Tomato bisque with fresh baked white bread.
January 28, 2026 at 2:49 AM
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This is an excellent book that the larger culture has still not sufficiently grappled with. These issues affect everyone on the planet, regardless of your relationship with technology.
Chasing Shadows by Ron Deibert.
January 16, 2026 at 4:56 PM
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This is accurate. I have confirmed they straight-up deleted content containing Trump. Bondi and anyone else involved should be removed and prosecuted.
# Epstein file release redaction comparison 19 files have been removed from the archive ``` data_set_1-archive.org$ fd --type f | wc 3163 3163 120139 data_set_1-justice.gov$ fd --type f | wc 3144 3144 119450 ``` file `EFTA00000468.pdf` containing a photo of Trump has been removed. ``` data_set_1-archive.org$ fd '0468\.pdf$' VOL00001/IMAGES/0001/EFTA00000468.pdf data_set_1-justice.gov$ fd '0468\.pdf$' data_set_1-justice.gov$ ```
December 22, 2025 at 3:18 AM
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#reading #books #poetry #literature
"Twas sunset: when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun. That soul will hate the ev ning mist So often lovely, and will list To the sound of the coming darkness (known To those whose spirits harken) as one Who, in a dream of night, would fly But cannot from a danger nigh. Excerpt from "Tamerlane" by Edgar Allan Poe
December 7, 2025 at 3:52 PM
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This is why fascists lose.
"On September 6, 1941, [Churchill] visited the codebreakers. On meeting some of the cryptanalysts, he was surprised by the bizarre mixture of people who were providing him with such valuable information; in addition to the mathematicians and linguists, there was an authority on porcelain, a curator from the Prague Museum, the British chess champion and numerous bridge experts." The Code Book Simon Singh
December 4, 2025 at 2:35 PM
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#reading #books #literature #theater #shakespeare
"He hath no friends but what are friends for fear, Which in his dearest need will fly from him." Richard III William Shakespeare
November 26, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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#reading #books #literature #shakespeare
But then I sigh and, with a piece of scripture; Tell them that God bids us do good for evil; And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of Holy Writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. Richard III William Shakespeare
November 22, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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November 21, 2025 at 1:31 PM
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#reading #books #fiction #literature #scifi
“Authors, full of evil thoughts, lock up your typewriters. They did. Magazines became a nice blend of vanilla tapioca. Books, so the damned snobbish critics said, were dishwater. No wonder books stopped selling, the critics said. But the public, knowing what it wanted, spinning happily, let the comic books survive. And the three-dimensional sex-magazines, of course. There you have it, Montag. It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God. Today, thanks to them, you can stay happy all the time, you are allowed to read comics, the good old confessions, or trade journals.” Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury
November 4, 2025 at 1:47 AM
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#reading #books #literature #fiction
“Mr. Montag, you are looking at a coward. I saw the way things were going, a long time back. I said nothing. I'm one of the innocents who could have spoken up and out when no one would listen to the 'guilty,' but I did not speak and thus became guilty myself. And when finally they set the structure to burn the books, using the, firemen, I grunted a few times and subsided, for there were no others grunting or yelling with me, by then. Now, it's too late.” Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury
November 3, 2025 at 3:58 PM
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When the gods come among men, they are not known. Jesus was not; Socrates and Shakspeare were not. Antæus was suffocated by the gripe of Hercules, but every time he touched his mother-earth his strength was renewed. Man is the broken giant, and in all his weakness both his body and his mind are invigorated by habits of conversation with nature. The power of music, the power of poetry, to unfix and as it were clap wings to solid nature, interprets the riddle of Orpheus. Ralph Waldo Emerson
November 3, 2025 at 6:18 AM
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#reading #books #fiction #literature #scifi
It was a strange quiet meeting. The old man admitted to being a retired English professor who had been thrown out upon the world forty years ago when the last liberal arts college shut for lack of students and patronage. His name was Faber, and when he finally lost his fear of Montag, he talked in a cadenced voice, looking at the sky and the trees and the green park, and when an hour had passed he said something to Montag and Montag sensed it was a rhymeless poem. Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury
November 2, 2025 at 3:10 PM
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#reading #books #literature #fiction
“It's not just the woman that died,” said Montag. “Last night I thought about all the kerosene I've used in the past ten years. And I thought about books. And for the first time I realized that a man was behind each one of the books. A man had to think them up. A man had to take a long time to put them down on paper. And I'd never even thought that thought before.” He got out of bed. “It took some man a lifetime maybe to put some of his thoughts down, looking around at the world and life, and then I came along in two minutes and boom! It's all over.” Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury
November 1, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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#reading #books #literature #fiction #dystopia
“Laughter blew across the moon-coloured lawn from the house of Clarisse and her father and mother and the uncle who smiled so quietly and so earnestly. Above all, their laughter was relaxed and hearty and not forced in any way, coming from the house that was so brightly lit this late at night while all the other houses were kept to themselves in darkness. Montag heard the voices talking, talking, talking, giving, talking, weaving, reweaving their hypnotic web. Montag moved out through the french windows and crossed the lawn, without even thinking of it. He stood outside the talking house in the shadows, thinking he might even tap on their door and whisper, “Let me come in. I won't say anything. I just want to listen. What is it you're saying?” Fahrenheit 451 Ray Bradbury
October 31, 2025 at 2:55 PM
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“A new type of globalized elite has emerged: a transnational class of oligarchs and superwealthy magnates benefiting from waves of privatization and deregulation.”

“This shadow globalization cuts through
‘democratic’ and ‘authoritarian’ jurisdictions alike.”

Chasing Shadows
Ronald J. Deibert
A sea change has been unfolding in the clandestine realms where covert operations are undertaken. A new type of globalized elite has emerged: a transnational class of oligarchs and superwealthy magnates benefiting from waves of privatization and deregulation. This shadow globalization cuts through "democratic" and "authoritarian" jurisdictions alike. Arguably, it's the defining feature of today's world order. Chasing Shadows Ronald J. Deibert
October 28, 2025 at 2:08 PM
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#reading #literature #poetry
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be The aptitude to fly, Meadows of majesty concedes And easy sweeps of sky. So I must baffle at the hint And cipher at the sign, And make much blunder, if at last I take the clew divine. Emily Dickinson
October 24, 2025 at 6:34 PM
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#protest #nokings #traitor #impeach #convict #remove
Trump in appropriate attire. Antifachicken Protest sign: “Murders at sea, masked thugs on our streets, No to the king.
October 19, 2025 at 12:04 AM
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#protest #nokings
Protest sign: Only fascists hate antifascists.
October 19, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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#insect #nature #photography #macro
A gray Acorn Weevil climbing on a patio chair.
October 12, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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#reading #books #fiction #literature
Mrs Ramsay sat silent. She was glad, Lily thought, to rest in silence, uncommunicative; to rest in the extreme obscurity of human relationships. Who knows what we are, what we feel? Who knows even at the moment of intimacy. This is knowledge? Aren't things spoilt then, Mrs Ramsay may have asked it seemed to have happened so often, this silence by her side) by saying them? Aren't we more expressive thus? To the Lighthouse Virginia Woolf
October 10, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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Couldn’t get his hands on it.
Tiny hands.
October 10, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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I am starving, brother.
October 10, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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#reading #books #literature #fiction
What is the meaning of life? That was all—a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that, and the other; herself and Charles Tansley and the breaking wave; Mrs Ramsay bringing them together; Mrs Ramsay saying ‘Life stand still here’; Mrs Ramsay making of the moment something permanent (as in another sphere Lily herself tried to make of the moment something permanent)—this was of the nature of a revelation. In the midst of chaos there was shape; this external passing and flowing (she looked at the clouds going and the leaves shaking) was stuck into stability. Life stand still here, Mrs Ramsay said. ‘Mrs Ramsay! Mrs Ramsay!’ she repeated. She owed this revelation to her. To the Lighthouse Virginia Woolf
October 8, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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Timeless dilemma.
Brendon and Jason enabling each other to eat way too much junk food.
October 6, 2025 at 12:27 PM
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To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
October 5, 2025 at 12:09 PM