its because schools are so caught up in violating students every rights to privacy that they are blatently disregarding thoes same kids safety. zoom allowes you to track eye movements. mousepad/mouse movemenst. the browser activitiy of the user. its horrifying and dare i fucking say litteral motherfucking spyware. its not a app its a fucking virus.Ā Ā
its so horrifically easy to guess every facet of zoom that im guessing that schools just looked at the violation features and took them in without a second throught or trial. they disregard better functioning programs like discord because they are horrified that thoes programs would give students a sliver of privacy
their instistance on using zoom is a very clear direct cause of schools horrific obsession with micromanageing every single facet of a students life.Ā
report the fucking app.Ā
get it taken down
If you have to use Zoom, your best bet is to run it from the browser. The Zoom website will try to get you to use the app, but if you keep declining that, it will use its browser-based interface. Since browsers have much better security, theyāre unable to do any kind of persistent monitoring and have almost no access to system activities. When you close the tab, you can be assured that it isnāt running.
Apparently. Iām a park naturalist guess what. Stack rocks who cares. Just pick up your damn trash and dont take anything from the park you didnt take in with you. Moving 1 (one) rock is not going to collapse an ecosystem.
If I find your rock stack, and it is not serving as a marker for a trail or notice of a trail hazard, I WILL unstack your rocks and put them back. Nature is already encroached on enough without you deciding to āleave your markā with another stack of rocks.
If you want to build rock towers, get your own rocks and build them at home. Thatās perfectly fine. But rocks provide vital habitat for wildlife, especially in stream bed; moving and stacking them leaves them without shelter, crushes them, exposes their eggs, and leads to soil erosion and bank destruction. Leave them where they are.
Furthermore, cairns are used as trail markers to indicate routes. Creating pointless cairns for funzies and Instagram can actually be dangerous to other hikers who rely on them for navigation, and immensely frustrating for rangers. We donāt sayĀ āleave no traceā to be meanāweāre trying to protect both the environment and our visitors.Ā
When did hikers develop the collective impulse to stack rocks and make obnoxious, useless decorative cairns at every park and river they visit? I donāt remember seeing them as a kid except as trail markers, but now theyāre EVERYWHERE. What part of āleave no traceā donāt people understand?
Hearthawk is overreacting and britney-j-christ was just uninformed, but likeā¦. seriously?Ā
As a fellow park naturalist Iām ashamed of you. Looking the other way when people stack rocks is one thing, but actively encouraging people to do so becauseĀ āwho caresā? Does the park that employs you know that this is your attitude?
I work on the very edge of the native range of the highly endangered Eastern hellbender. Here is a study I hope you will read on how human activity, such as moving rocks and creating cairns, is associated with the destruction of hellbender habitat, and here is one of the photos used in the publication, showing a dead hellbender beside some decorative rock stacks:
Itās not just hellbendersāmany other species of fish, amphibians, and invertebrates shelter under, lay their eggs upon, or forage for food in the same rocky environments. They are crushed, dried out, or deprived of habitat from unnecessary human movement of rocks. If people realized this, hopefully they would refrain from rock-stacking, and value the conservation of wildlife habitat over the pleasure of putting stones on top of each other!
Perhaps your park does not use cairns as trail markers, but many do. Theyāre an unobtrusive alternative to ugly metal signs. Creating unauthorized piles of rocks in the wood creates a very real safety hazard by confusing what is and what is not meant to be a trail marker. People get led astray and lost due to thisāthe notes on this post are full of stories of people who have mistaken recreational cairns for purposeful ones.Ā
Of course moving one rock isnāt going to collapse an ecosystem. But itās never just one rock. Millions of people visit their parks every year, and with decorative rock-stacking beingĀ āin vogueā for some reason, thatās millions of rocks moved and millions of potential habitats destroyed. Is it inevitable? Maybe. But itās absolutely not something we should be encouraging the public to do.Ā
Some uninvited guests are about to crash this outdoor rave in Andrew Scott’s story from WEREWOLVES VERSUS: MUSIC.
As he paced to the decks, a chill clouded over Kier’s arms. A glance to the lighted crowd showed a scene he was more familiar
seeing when fog machines were in play, but he hadn’t brought any. The real thing was rolling through the valley, following
the cool of the night. The flashes of the strobes created momentary whiteouts as the wet mist enfolded the crowd.
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he handed over his headphones. “Enjoy yersel…”
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out of some bargain basement sound effects library. Shug knew well Keir’s loathing for the track, and would make of a point
of mixing it in whenever possible. This time it sounded like he had stirred in something different, a throaty moan somewhere
low in the mix. It sounded more real at least. Kier gleefully scratched the needle before cutting into Rhino Jockey and
laying a second beat on top.
Halfway through the track, he saw the first glimpse. A photo finish outline caught in the strobe-lit silhouette. One to start
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They were closer. The arms, the legs, shook and writhed. Another pulse. The outlines were more definite now, less trace
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The strobe pulsed once more. Just at the edge of the treeline. Rearing up.
Flash.
Closer.
Flash.
Nothing.
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