J’adore SwiftOnSecurity, mais elle est plus douée pour l’humour (à suivre sur touiteur !).

Je veux dire :
– un installeur bourré de crapware… les libristes font déjà tout leur possible. Tous les LL sont accessibles sur le net gratuitement et avec un installeur propre, quand ce n’est pas le gestionnaire de la distro…
– une attaque au rootkit par phising… Qu’est-ce que les libristes peuvent bien y faire ??? Je veux dire : les malwares sont quelque chose d’inévitable, comme les bactéries ou les virus. Et on pourrait mettre en œuvre toutes les mesures de sécurité du monde sur tous les ordinateurs qu’il y en aurait encore. Le phising ? Les libristes ne sont pas responsables des protocoles mail, si ???

Et puis quoi, les pauvres sont plus vulnérables ??? Merci Captain Obvious. Grande découverte ! C’est comme ça dans tous les domaines de la vie.

Finalement aujourd’hui le paysage informatique semble arriver à maturité : on y retrouve les mêmes motifs qu’en ville avec des « résidence protégées » (gated communities), pour les riches, d’autres quartiers où sévissent des arnaqueurs sans scrupules qui s’attaquent aux faibles (ceux qui n’ont pas reçu une éducation basique à l’informatique).
La grosse différence, ce sont ces quartiers un peu hippie où des barbus ont instauré un drôle de fonctionnement communautaire basé sur le partage.

Alors Ok, il faut gravir une colline pour y accéder… mais les portes sont grandes ouvertes… et y’a même un équipe de gus en orange et pourpre avec une peluche manchot qui est en train de construire un escalier !

« The catholic church's history of saying « homosexuality is a sin » is partly responsible for thousands of youth suicides a year.
This — in my opinion — is hate speech. »

— Tim Minchin

Un petit outil qui convertit du text en unicode barré (stroked)

Comme Timo, je copie/colle :

Ah, il semble que les parents de Leelah Alcorn ont supprimé le blog tumblr où elle avait publié sa note de suicide.

D’après divers posts sur Tumblr, les mêmes parents veulent faire retirer le texte partout.

Voici la note en question, reproduite avec la conviction que sa diffusion aille dans le sens de sa volonté « ma mort doit servir à quelque chose », plus en tout cas que de laisser le texte être censuré partout :

« Suicide Note

If you are reading this, it means that I have committed suicide and obviously failed to delete this post from my queue.

Please don’t be sad, it’s for the better. The life I would’ve lived isn’t worth living in… because I’m transgender. I could go into detail explaining why I feel that way, but this note is probably going to be lengthy enough as it is. To put it simply, I feel like a girl trapped in a boy’s body, and I’ve felt that way ever since I was 4. I never knew there was a word for that feeling, nor was it possible for a boy to become a girl, so I never told anyone and I just continued to do traditionally “boyish” things to try to fit in.

When I was 14, I learned what transgender meant and cried of happiness. After 10 years of confusion I finally understood who I was. I immediately told my mom, and she reacted extremely negatively, telling me that it was a phase, that I would never truly be a girl, that God doesn’t make mistakes, that I am wrong. If you are reading this, parents, please don’t tell this to your kids. Even if you are Christian or are against transgender people don’t ever say that to someone, especially your kid. That won’t do anything but make them hate them self. That’s exactly what it did to me.

My mom started taking me to a therapist, but would only take me to christian therapists, (who were all very biased) so I never actually got the therapy I needed to cure me of my depression. I only got more christians telling me that I was selfish and wrong and that I should look to God for help.

When I was 16 I realized that my parents would never come around, and that I would have to wait until I was 18 to start any sort of transitioning treatment, which absolutely broke my heart. The longer you wait, the harder it is to transition. I felt hopeless, that I was just going to look like a man in drag for the rest of my life. On my 16th birthday, when I didn’t receive consent from my parents to start transitioning, I cried myself to sleep.

I formed a sort of a “fuck you” attitude towards my parents and came out as gay at school, thinking that maybe if I eased into coming out as trans it would be less of a shock. Although the reaction from my friends was positive, my parents were pissed. They felt like I was attacking their image, and that I was an embarrassment to them. They wanted me to be their perfect little straight christian boy, and that’s obviously not what I wanted.

So they took me out of public school, took away my laptop and phone, and forbid me of getting on any sort of social media, completely isolating me from my friends. This was probably the part of my life when I was the most depressed, and I’m surprised I didn’t kill myself. I was completely alone for 5 months. No friends, no support, no love. Just my parent’s disappointment and the cruelty of loneliness.

At the end of the school year, my parents finally came around and gave me my phone and let me back on social media. I was excited, I finally had my friends back. They were extremely excited to see me and talk to me, but only at first. Eventually they realized they didn’t actually give a shit about me, and I felt even lonelier than I did before. The only friends I thought I had only liked me because they saw me five times a week.

After a summer of having almost no friends plus the weight of having to think about college, save money for moving out, keep my grades up, go to church each week and feel like shit because everyone there is against everything I live for, I have decided I’ve had enough. I’m never going to transition successfully, even when I move out. I’m never going to be happy with the way I look or sound. I’m never going to have enough friends to satisfy me. I’m never going to have enough love to satisfy me. I’m never going to find a man who loves me. I’m never going to be happy. Either I live the rest of my life as a lonely man who wishes he were a woman or I live my life as a lonelier woman who hates herself. There’s no winning. There’s no way out. I’m sad enough already, I don’t need my life to get any worse. People say “it gets better” but that isn’t true in my case. It gets worse. Each day I get worse.

That’s the gist of it, that’s why I feel like killing myself. Sorry if that’s not a good enough reason for you, it’s good enough for me. As for my will, I want 100% of the things that I legally own to be sold and the money (plus my money in the bank) to be given to trans civil rights movements and support groups, I don’t give a shit which one. The only way I will rest in peace is if one day transgender people aren’t treated the way I was, they’re treated like humans, with valid feelings and human rights. Gender needs to be taught about in schools, the earlier the better. My death needs to mean something. My death needs to be counted in the number of transgender people who commit suicide this year. I want someone to look at that number and say “that’s fucked up” and fix it. Fix society. Please.

Goodbye,

(Leelah) J̶o̶s̶h̶ Alcorn »

Peut faire de bien jolies textures !

Un seul accroc et plus rien ne va.

Quoi que je fasse, Où que je sois, Rien ne t'efface, Je pense à toi - JJ Goldman

Une bonne explication de ce biais du cerveau

yet another compression algo. Mais un bon trade off ratio/speed pour une utilisation "standard"... à suivre s'il se voit adopter largement.

Wow!

Whoa, ça ça à l'air intéressant !

Micro arduino dédiée à la domotique / IoT