Le "Relay" de la gare de Tours ou je suis passé ne présente "que" des livres confusionnistes (Michel Onfray), de droites et d'extrême droites. Quel qu'un sait quand est ce que s'arrête cette concession ? Des syndicats à la SNCF peuvent-iels se mobiliser (peut être que c'est déjà le cas) contre ça ?
#sncf #relay #extremedroite #antifa #antifascisme #bollore #syndicat
Do #selfhosted #rss #relay exist.
As i centralize unavoidable US rss on my VPS, so i can easily plug them into TOR in anything happen to regain access.
I know i can do it with traefik, but i prefer an easy centralised way (if exist).
So. Auch wenn mich die Erkältung in ihrem Bann zieht, muss ich unbedingt schauen, wie das mit den Relais funktioniert ...
Woher weiß ich denn, was ich mir da für Inhalte auf den Server hole?
"How are you going to #relay the message to the Fifth Unit? The enemy's camped between us & them."'
"Simple. First I speak it to the grain."
(Azafieh muttered the plans over a bowl of cracked wheat.)
"Then I scatter it" (Azafieh tossed the contents onto the ground) "& wait for the starlings.
A murmuration swooped down and consumed the grain, then left.
"They'll fly to the Fifth Unit, who have an ornithomancer. She'll understand."
"Will that truly #work?"
"It will."
Edna filled in, "For us witches, the sacred nature of this place also acts as a relay for great magic."
Minervie nodded, "In this case, me getting to home instantly, so I can pick up Chip and get us both to bed. As I said, do NOT leave Edna's side until I return." At that she lept into the air holding her broom and case and vanished.
Les Disparus et les Défunts: Part I
#FanFiction #EstherAndErie by @art_of_goulwenr
#Wss366 #Relay #MastoPrompt
A light knock disturbed Mademoiselle D’Arcy as she corrected school papers. Next to them was a bowl of cocoa and something the local baker dared call a croissant. Both were luxuries she could once more enjoy.
“Vous pouvez entrer,” she called, and a shy-looking fourteen-year-old girl entered the headmistress’s office.
“What is it, Bridget dear?” she asked. The words may have been kind, but the tone was stern. If this were something trivial, the girl would pay dearly. While the new headmistress spoke, she studied the girl. Her uniform was neat, her hair was brushed, her shoes shone with care, and the black crepe mourning-band was pinned just so.
The mistress nodded approvingly. “You may speak.”
“The sheriff is at the door, Mademoiselle.” D’Arcy would have preferred to be addressed as "Lady," but the colonies were sensitive to the “affection” of nobility.
“Well, next year with a new crop of proper students, that will change,” she thought.
Little favors went a long way with these affection-starved girls, so she pushed the “croissant” toward the girl. “I’m pleased that you are tidy.”
The girl shook her head at the offered croissant and fidgeted. D’Arcy was sure, though, that Bridget would #relay news of the attempted kindness to the other girls. Gossip within the close confines of a girl’s school was one of the few pleasures they had available to them.
“I see you wish to go, but we must tarry. You're old enough to learn. Always keep a man waiting, or he will think less of you.”
The girl nodded and finally ventured to speak. “Mademoiselle, are you going to disappear too?”
“No, I plan to be here for a long time. You can rely on that.”
Pourquoi il faut d’urgence démanteler le #conglomérat #Bolloré
> Les dangers que fait peser le #magnat sur la #démocratie invitent à rouvrir d’urgence le débat sur les règles anticoncentration, devenues totalement obsolètes. Mais dans le cas de son #empire, sans…
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