À propos
Pistes d'exploration
- Contenu
- Sauce graph
- Salad builder
- Tags in weblog + recettes
- Recopier notes manuscrites sur rousquille
- traduire toutes les machines python en machines typescript pour les mettre ici
- "Rules for myself when i feel bad or sick"
- Tier lists purement objectives
- Apprendre à faire des jeux webs et en mettre ici
- talk about optical file transfer (decimen) + GAD numérique and all kind of anarchist tech
- Améliorer la planète (shaders, LOD, UV mapping ...)
- Plus de thèmes CSS avec moyen de changer via un petit bouton
- Ajouter dans la bibliothèques des liens vers des bouquins externes (GAD, anarchist library)
- Faire des fiches de lecture
- Nettoyage
- finir migration compileTypst, globe_index via bun
- finir migration stellar_system sur two.js
- Bouger le contenu Wildsea en typst dans la biblothèque ?
- Rendre le site "self-contained", ne plus avoir besoin de CDN javascript ou de Google Fonts
N'hésitez pas à m'envoyer un mail !
Liens en vrac
Hésitez pas à télécharger le site en faisaint par exemple :
wget --mirror --page-requisites --adjust-extension --span-hosts --convert-links --restrict-file-names=windows --domains graine.neocities.org --no-parent https://graine.neocities.org
"At the dances I was one of the most untiring and gayest. One evening a cousin of Sasha, a young boy, took me aside. With a grave face, as if he were about to announce the death of a dear comrade, he whispered to me that it did not behoove an agitator to dance. Certainly not with such reckless abandon, anyway. It was undignified for one who was on the way to become a force in the anarchist movement. My frivolity would only hurt the Cause. I grew furious at the impudent interference of the boy. I told him to mind his own business, I was tired of having the Cause constantly thrown into my face. I did not believe that a Cause which stood for a beautiful ideal, for anarchism, for release and freedom from conventions and prejudice, should demand the denial of life and joy. I insisted that our Cause could not expect me to became a nun and that the movement should not be turned into a cloister. If it meant that, I did not want it."
Emma Goldman, Living my Life, 1931