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RT @3albers@twitter.comSpannende (Frühstücks-)Lektüre: Wie #Barcelona eine offene #SmartCity im Dienste des Gemeinwohls plant. Ein #Interview mit Francesca Bria, CTO Barcelona @francesca_bria @netzpolitik @fsfe https://netzpolitik.org/2018/freie-software-als-oeffentliches-gut-und-was-rathaeuser-dafuer-tun-koennen/ #FreieSoftware #OpenSource #Decidim #publiccode #CityOS
Wie Barcelona eine offene „Smart City“ im Dienste des Gemeinwohls plant

 
RT @3albers@twitter.com: Spannende (Frühstücks-)Lektüre: Wie #Barcelona eine offene #SmartCity im Dienste des Gemeinwohls plant. Ein #Interview mit Francesca Bria, CTO Barcelona @francesca_bria@twitter.com @netzpolitik@twitter.com @fsfe@twitter.com https://netzpolitik.org/2018/freie-software-als-oeffentliches-gut-und-was-rathaeuser-dafuer-tun-koennen/ #FreieSoftware #OpenSource #Decidim #publiccode #CityOS
Wie Barcelona eine offene „Smart City“ im Dienste des Gemeinwohls plant

 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview

 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview

 
Here's a #microfiction I wrote for a spoken word event with the heading Note to Self.

Mangoes


Tea. Claire was moistening her armpits with tea.

She was running late and where was her deodorant? She could only find that weird crystal stick that Dan had left. It didn't work when your skin was dry. There was a bit of tea from last night in the cup on the dresser. No time, that'll do, she though as she dabbed it under her arms.

At least her armpits were shaven. As long as you're doing it for yourself and not for some man, Sylvia’s voice was in her head. Nothing wrong with a hairy woman.

Mangoes. Claire smelled mangoes.

Shit, it was that fruity tea, the one Shoshana had given her. Good for your skin, apparently. Too late to wash again, she mustn't be late for the job interview. At least the tea-lubricant worked. The crystal stick slid smoothly, and she thought of Dan.

She had met him as she was pulling out of a roundabout, nearly hitting the long-haired cyclist in sports gear. She stopped to see if he was OK, expecting an angry rant as he approached her window. But instead he said, "I'm terribly sorry, that was my fault." They were both shaken by the near miss and after apologising to each other repeatedly, she asked if he'd like to go for coffee. He joked that neither of them needed caffeine.

Claire put on the navy blue suit, and admired herself in the full-length mirror. She approved: Smart, professional, feminine enough but not too sexy. Shut up, Sylvia, she thought, pre-empting imagined judgement. She leaned in to inspect her makeup. Her skin did look good, maybe Shoshana's tea had helped.

She missed Dan, but didn't regret breaking up with him. It's not an open relationship, it's polyamory, he had said. He could commit to her, but he had another two girlfriends, and they had other partners. Claire was more comfortable in group conversations than one-on-ones, but group relationships? I don't think so.

She sighed. When did I become so old-fashioned? Suddenly, the navy blue suit looked wrong.

She breathed deeply, silenced doubt, and walked out the door. Traffic was mercifully calm, and even parking wasn't too bad. One last look in the rear-view mirror. Smile! she reminded herself. Think of a bad joke. Erm... Where do you find mangoes? Wherever womangoes!

The receptionist greeted her warmly, "Come through, the rest are already here. As we're looking to hire a team, you're going to start with a group exercise." As Claire followed her through double doors, she smelled mangoes again, and discretely sniffed herself.

"You noticed the smell," the receptionist responded. "We told you there would be surprises. Your first task, if hired, will be our tropical fruit campaign."

Claire found herself in front of a round table around which interviewers and interviewees were sitting together. In the middle of the table was a large, aromatic pile of sliced mangoes on a tray. She remembered to smile. I can do this.

#story #fiction #flashfiction #writers #NoteToSelf #interview

 

Blockchain, gouvernance et énergie ?


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#Thinkerview #énergie #france #politique #gouvernance #blockchain #économie #marché #wikipédia #wiki #CCBYNCSA #CC #CreativeCommons #domainepublic #bienpublic #socialisme #europe #news #interview

 

Conversations Open Source Secure XMPP Client for Android



This article on XDA-Developers focusses on encryption features of Conversations and an interview with developer Daniel Gultsch. Nice read!
Q: What motivated you to develop Conversations?
A: I am using Jabber/XMPP for many many years. Even back in 2009 I was able to use Jabber on my Nokia e71. Sometime around the year 2012 I switched to an Android phone, so I suddenly was unable to use Jabber. [...]
Q: Can you give three reasons why Conversations protects your privacy better than Whatsapp or Threema?
A: I don’t have to give my private phone number to strangers if I want to chat with them. I could have a private and a business account. I can disable the business account after my shift, to prevent my boss from annoying me during my free time. WhatsApp allows everybody to analyze my app usage patterns any time. (My boss could stalk me to investigate if I am using WhatsApp during my working hours or if I am using WhatsApp at night instead of sleeping and coming well rested to the office.) This is different with Conversations; Conversations also doesn’t upload my entire address book to Facebook.
Q: Is it allowed to compile Conversations on your own from your Github and use it for private use?
A: Of course. Not only private, also for business and everything else you want. It is also allowed to modify the code to meet individual requirements.
#conversations #freesoftware #xmpp #android #interview #pgp #otr #omemo #forwardsecrecy #xda
Conversations is an Open Source & Secure Jabber/XMPP Client for Android

 

Antonio Casilli: «Faut-il brûler Facebook?»



https://youtu.be/Mj1WeRStad0 Propagation de fausses nouvelles, bulle informationnelle qui enferme ses utilisateurs, le réseau social serait pour certains à l’origine de l’élection de Donald Trump. Le sociologue Antonio Casilli revient sur le rôle de Facebook et son économie du clic et du like. #facebook #mediapart #AntonioCasilli #DonaldTrump #réseauxsociaux #sociologie #entretien #interview