I also knew nothing about self hosting, but wanted to move away from Google photos, and that eventually led me towards self-hosting and immich.
Most people recommend using something like Tailscale so you can access your server from anywhere. That wouldn't necessarily work for me, because I wanted to be able to share links to pics and videos with friends/family who wouldnt be a part of my Tailscale network.
I ended up purchasing a cheap domain, and using cloudflare to allow me to share links broadly. (Because my family deserves better quality videos of my adorable children than the compressed crap that comes through in a group message between iOS and android. I have tried SO hard to convince them to move our group chat do a different platform but I have failed.). It's probably ill-advised for somebody who knows as little as I do to go this route, but I'm filled with the un-earned confidence of a middle-aged white man.
I just set up a new computer that was deemed unworthy of Windows 11 on Linux Mint. I don't believe I opened the terminal at all, except to do ssh-keygen stuff for my server, which I would assume you skip on grandma's computer.
I have done that in a pinch but disliked how it made my hair feel. For me, shampoo bars are a good compromise because the feel/smell nice but one bar lasts me like, a year.
I have tried a lot of things including pre-boiling, ice-baths, baking soda, and air-frying. In the end it just made me appreciate how good and easy restaurant fries are even more.
Yeah, my 1st car died a rust death due to its winters in Syracuse (basically a Canadian climate). I'm 40 y/o and my 2nd car is still going strong (much to my wife's dismay)
I feel like Indonesian is a decent start. There are already a lot of people speaking it, and it's REALLY easy to learn.
There's no conjugation and no cases/agreement. I'm a native English speaker and picked up a functional amount of Indonesian in a matter of months, just from reading a couple books before we went.
I think you're on to something. I'm not looking it up (per tradition) but I'm assuming the number of children born and raised in Antarctica with Autism HAS to be pretty close to 0.
In undergrad, our engineering 101 course had a team project/final to use the Lego robotics kits to make a robot "mars rover". There was a play field, and we got points based on the ability to touch ping pong balls, carry ping pong balls, and return ping pong balls to the collection area.
Points were deducted from teams based on "material cost" (each Lego had a price) and "labor" (time to build your robot).
Scores were doubled if your robot was autonomous, which was mostly achieved by following black lines on the white table, because the Lego kits included light sensors.
We got to the last day , and realized that what we had was NOT going to work. We scrapped the whole thing, and made a tiny car that just ran straight out, hit a ball, and ran straight back.
On the mission day, they moved the table out of the sub-basement and into the classroom. The change in lighting jacked up everybody's pathfinding, so everybody's guidance failed. We failed the cheapest and won the day.
Still can't figure out of the test was a catastrophe or if we learned the EXACT lesson that he was trying to teach.
I freaking love the dedication of Marathon Investigations. On one hand, I think, "it's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it." But on the other hand I think, "Does somebody REALLY have to do it?"
Our Wegmans always had 2 grinders, one was supposed to be dedicated to flavored beans, and the other was supposed to remain "pure".
The grinders were still there about 3 years ago when they re-organized the entire store. I don't remember if I've seen the grinders after the re-model. I'll check next time I'm there.
Mostly, I just talk everybody's ear off until they decide to spare themselves and just get certified. This is how my wife, her good friend, and her good friend's husband all got diving and then, naturally, we've gone diving together.
Also, anytime I've done a course at the dive shop, I usually get a phone number or two to open our group up a little bit.
After I got certified, I went about 10 years before I went diving again, because I live in Northeast Pennsylvania and it's not like I'm tripping over other SCUBA divers wherever I go.
Funny enough, subsurface is kinda' the reason I switched to Linux. My computer is over 15 years old, and I really wanted to wipe it clean but I had no way to re-install windows if I did so. Even though it was BARELY usable, I was holding on to it because it's the only way I had to download dives from my dive computer (I think I got the last one sold before switching to wireless uploads). Eventually, I found out that subsurface existed, and then I took the plunge.
Subsurface was kinda' my first exposure to the idea that somebody(s) would take any time at all working on software that they couldn't either sell or use to collect sellable data.
Yeah it is amazing. My wife breastfed both of our kids unti they werel about 2 years old. I can help with bath and story time, but it means I miss the absolute best cuddles. There are a lot of advantages to not being tethered to the child, especially when bedtime isn't going smoothly, but I'd give it all up for those sweet sweet cuddles.
I also knew nothing about self hosting, but wanted to move away from Google photos, and that eventually led me towards self-hosting and immich.
Most people recommend using something like Tailscale so you can access your server from anywhere. That wouldn't necessarily work for me, because I wanted to be able to share links to pics and videos with friends/family who wouldnt be a part of my Tailscale network.
I ended up purchasing a cheap domain, and using cloudflare to allow me to share links broadly. (Because my family deserves better quality videos of my adorable children than the compressed crap that comes through in a group message between iOS and android. I have tried SO hard to convince them to move our group chat do a different platform but I have failed.). It's probably ill-advised for somebody who knows as little as I do to go this route, but I'm filled with the un-earned confidence of a middle-aged white man.