

Funny how it had to happen in that order.
Funny how it had to happen in that order.
If this was me, and I used to just keep a notebook of the wines I liked, there’s a couple ways to go about this.
Edit: in the Fdroid store theres an app named Cavity (terrible name) or Wine cellar that might be what you want for your own wine tracking.
Info on new wines is simply not going to come for free (or “free”) bundled in an app unless you make it yourself. But wines you try is a much easier thing to track. If you can just accept they need to be 2 different things, it an easier task.
IMO, what you want is to create and self host a survey that let’s you easily and quickly enter year, location, attributes, photo of the label, notes, etc. Depending on how granular you get with flavors and tasting attributes, you could get in a groove and log a wine with dizzy thumbs and low light in a minute or two. Then you just decide where that data lives, and how to get it back into a spreadsheet or SQL db to search it.
You could do most of this in a Google form/sheet, though you’ll simply get nagged and tracked later in more subtle ways.
I’ll be real honest, I suggest you ask ChatGPT on options, and suggest things like you want to build a survey in HTML (it’ll do this for you) that lives on a device and is bookmarked for easy access, sends data to, let’s say a Dropbox file you access with an API, and you use another HTML page you save locally to search.
For real, let us know how it goes, because I would all get some use from this.
Formally, it’s the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Mon Mothma is the Alliance’s Chancellor, which is a sort of association of rebel cells spread across the galaxy. So she’s sort of elected by the leadership of each rebel cell.
Then on the starship side, it basically seems like anyone with a ship gets promoted to general and promised back pay once the Republic is restored. It’s sort of a gamble, but it beats smuggling spice and contraband.
Depends on the person. My spouse and I, along with 5 or 6 friends, use a variety of key words from a couple shared languages to talk about things when we don’t want other to understand. Mostly haggling or talking about sales stuff to discuss if we like something or think it’s too expensive when a human is hovering right there. So I can give body language of disappointment while saying “this is great.”
Yes, from a general misunderstanding of how microwave ovens work, and what “radiation” was during the 1960s and 70s.
Rural poor checking in.
I’ve lived in a camper, and then in the back of a convenience store my patents ran. Eventually upgraded to a doublewide. But I went to a rural school with like 40 kids that were all also poor. One kid and his family were miners living in a series of vans upon blocks by the mine. My best friend and his family lived in a half used rundown motel, the other half too broken down to bother living in. The richest kid was a rancher’s family that lived in a barndominium.
So every family on TV was rich to me, but it was TV, so I figured it was all fantasy land anyway. Star Trek wasnt real, either. I had seen a “normal” school before 3rd grade, but by high school and college, people that thought Nickelodeon (which I didn’t see until college anyway) shows were relatable at all just seemed like space aliens to me. I was likely more the space alien to them.
Not me, but my spouse. I love all the rugs they pick, we always agree, but I can’t match or really even understand the excitement.
But if it’s shopping for food in an open green market, sign me the fuck up.
I can’t help you other than to say MSI is awesome. I wish you luck on your quest.
I haven’t lived in the US in a while, and every time I visit and one of these things starts shouting at me, I wonder how anyone tolerates this shit.
Occasionally you’ll see one button that’s more worn, maybe bottom right iirc, that mutes it. Doesn’t always work, though.
You could do a theme potluck that also leans into a decorative theme. So for example, a Tiki theme, tropical drinks, and people bring some Hawaiian food.
Doing OSINT is exactly what converted me into a privacy advocate.
I saw some retiree earlier today trying to take a pic of something. Opened his phone holding it up for all to see, and has only stock Android and bloatware apps. Like he just set it up yesterday. Worn cover and screen indicates, nope, not a new phone. I sighed a heavy sigh of sadness. Old guy has no idea. And would be pissed if he actually knew how much data he sprays all over.