Sounds like something a sea lion would say.

Because there isn’t much of a risk of food borne illness from bacteria inside the flesh of the fish. The big concern there, especially salmon, is the parasites. That’s why salmon is flash frozen on the boat as soon after it’s caught as possible, to kill those parasites. That flash freezing is also the only reason salmon is used in modern sushi. Properly handled, salmon is about as (if not less) dangerous than a steak with regards to bacteria. Pretty much any bacteria present will be on the surface, not inside the flesh, so those get killed w once you’ve cooked the outside. As with anything, the risk of bacteria isn’t zero, but it’s small enough that most people need not worry about cooked it until it is a dry chewy abomination.

That sounds like a lot of work. And I’m not fan of steamed fish. Salmon is like the easiest fish to pan fry.

• Heat a tablespoon (this can be a literal spoon from your table, no need for precision here) or two of olive oil to its smoke point on a pan. If it’s smoking a lot turn the heat down.
• Lightly (using course) salt salmon.
• Add to hot pan. Don’t worry if it sticks a little.
• When the salmon has changed color to right around halfway from the pan to the top of the salmon, flip it over. At this point if the pan is hot enough, even a steel pan should have released the fish. After the flip, watch the color continue to change.
• When it looks like a fish you want to eat (and the fish stops sticking) remove from the pan and plate. The edges should be a delicious crispy golden color. This is where all the best flavors get together. You don’t even need to worry about it being cooked through. I like it a little closer to raw on the inside.

The whole process takes about 5 minutes plus the time it takes to preheat the pan. I have an induction range, so the pan preheats in the time it takes me to salt the salmon.

You could probably just use some unbleached linen or cheese cloth, aka a non-decorative towel, since that is the reusable material that paper towels replaced in our modern disposable society.

Yeah, King’s endings tend to be a little messy and narratively unsatisfying sometimes. Gunslinger is easily my favorite of the series and just about every other thing he’s written. On my last read through the story, I started with my original copy of The Gunslinger, then read through the rest of the series (reading the disconnected but related stories just before the final book), and finished with the revised edition of The Gunslinger.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

• The Gunslinger

Marshmallows are like ogres, you’ve got to torch and eat the layers bit by bit before you slurp the gooey center.

I guess they couldn’t get it suspended long enough to get a measurement from the crane itself?

That’s not very helpful for connecting family, friends, and especially grandma.

Jellyfish cannot to setup to securely and safely be exposed to the Internet. It is only safe to access through a VPN. That rules it out as an option for sharing with friends, family, or even my own spouse. You call it phoning home to the mother ship; I call it paying Plex to manage user authentication for me. Until Jellyfin’s security holes are patched and it becomes clear that the Jellyfin developers actually care about security, it stays locked down to my LAN. Setting up a VPN is difficult for the average user on a good day, impossible in some circumstances on even the best of days, and is not access I want to hand out (and support) to all the people I share my Plex with anyway.

So edgy.

If someone wrote this article in the early 90s, it would be called “Why I ditched the radio, and how I created my own CD collection.” I think rephrasing it that way really shines a light on why it’s mostly still comparing apples and oranges.

I have a pretty substantial collection of music hovering around 5,000 albums or 1.6TB (mostly lossless FLAC these days, but still some moldy old mp3s and ogg vorbis files from my youth). I’m not even counting the physical media I still hold on to. I still use Spotify for discovery and playlists. I don’t think the depth and breadth of my library will ever match the depth and breadth of the music that I want to listen to in the very next moment. Lots of times I want to listen to the stuff I’m familiar with, and I do that using my own library. But, when I want to: remember a song I heard in the wild, share a holiday playlist with friends, make an obscurely themed playlist of songs features peaches, preview a musician’s or band’s stuff, discover other things that musician has collaborated on, or simply discover new music; I still use Spotify.

There are (or were) bits and pieces out there (many that pre-date Spotify) that can do some of these things. Last.fm (fka Audioscrobbler) was good for tracking listening habits to compare and share with others, it helped a little with discovery. I used allmusic.com a lot long ago to discover the artists that inspired the artists I was listening. If I wanted to share a playlist, I made a mixtape (really it was burning a mix CD). But, all of these collected information only, not the music itself. If I wanted to actually hear a new song, I had to go somewhere and find it first. That often meant literally traveling somewhere else or ordering from a catalog and waiting for delivery. Every new music discovery was a bet made with real dollars that I would actually enjoy the thing or listen to it more than once. Even after napster paved the way for free listening via piracy, one still had to work to actually find the music.

Spotify (and similar services) finally collected (almost) all of it under one app, so that I could discover and listen seemlessly. It is instant gratification music discovery. I’ll never give up my self hosted collection, but I also don’t have much hope that any self curated collection will be able to complete with the way that I use Spotify. Spotify is just the new radio. It’s never the end of my listening though. Just like with radio, when I find something I like enough, then I can expend the energy (or more often expend the money as directly with the band as I can) to add it to my collection.

Those people aren’t the lowest except in pay. Those people are the engineers, the teachers, and the administrators. They execute actual functions that directly benefit society. These are the people that prevent crime through their support of the community. It’s like calling the foundation of a building the lowest function of a building. That may be true on the surface, but the metaphor quickly breaks down.

There is another lowest of the low in government that does little in the way of support, unless you’re one of the elite. The lowest rung of the government ladder are the people whose job it is to punitively punish people for breaking the laws. They do not prevent any crimes, and the courts have ruled that they are shielded from any responsibility in that regard. They protect inequity between the rich and the poor. They are trained to discriminate and profile. Their very fraternity is rooted in tribal exclusion, us vs. them. They even desecrate the national flag as a symbol of that fraternity. Sometimes that insult even gets worn as part of their official uniform. They restrict and opress rights granted by the law at the whim of politics and oligarchs. They are licensed to murder, with immunity from responsibility. They are encouraged to remain ignorant of the laws that they are tasked with enforcing and they wear that ignorance as a legal shield against consequence and accountability. And yet these gangs of murderous thugs are routinely paid better than any of the others. They are called heroes when they do the bare minimum. They are applauded for showing the bare minimum of humanity.

If this government were a family with the state and federal administration as the parents, then the teachers/engineers/administrators would be the older siblings, aunts, and uncles. The police would rule that house through fear like a toddler on a sugar high with a gun. Occasionally that toddler may shit itself, steal from the cookie jar, or murder a loved one. But all is quickly forgiven because after all they are a only toddler.

This example has really bad optics though, unless you’re trying to shine a light on medical cartels and their part in the capitalist distopia Americans live in.

Plexamp has gotten better lately. It can save your progress on audiobooks now. It’s a per library feature, so I have one library of music (that does not save progress) and one for audiobooks (that does save progress). I used to have trouble with some audiobook formats (M4Bs needed to be converted (really just renamed) to mp4s, but that wasn’t necessary for the last few I loaded. Plex still has a little trouble with standards around multiple authors and different productions (and different readers) of a single book, but that’s more of an ID3 tag problem and is resolved if you’re consistent in normalizing the tags on your library. I’ve also used the syncing features a bunch for offline time (like on a plane or on long trips). For a large library, I see syncing offline files as a necessary feature.

And before the Jellyfin fanboys chime in, if Jellyfin could match these audio and syncing features (and be easier to setup for access outside my LAN and sharing with family), I jump ship in a heartbeat.

Tell us more about how sharing values through narrative and myth is sad.

“pretty easy” is a bit of a stretch

Mpd + a frontend of your choosing, I prefer ncmpcpp, will run on just about anything and is remotely controlled through apps or ssh. Mpd is great when the server is physically connected to the audio output device. I use it to remotely control a speaker connected server that can also run Plex (because I prefer plexamp for streaming and syncing to my phone, other android devices, and smart speakers). They both look at the same directory of a collection near 30 years in the making with hundreds of thousands of files and a wide array of formats.

Spoken like someone that also didn’t pay attention in class.

If you think that, then you weren’t paying attention.