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Girls are banned from Afghan schools. Secret networks are teaching them anyway | CBC Radio Organizations are working hard to circumvent the Taliban's ban on higher education for women and girls, which has now been in place for over four years. One advocate says that women and girls have bee...

Organizations are working hard to circumvent the #Taliban ban on higher #education for #women and #girls, which has now been in place for over four years. One advocate says that women and girls have been 'unbelievably resourceful in finding #workarounds.'
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#WorkArounds I need in my life.

We've recently reinstalled a pendulum clock - and given my distractable nature, I'm not always sure when I last rewound the weights.

So - I've now put on my phone's camera roll 4 pictures, for 12-hour intervals, up to 48. Perfect visual aid! No more confusion!!

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Replacing Manual Workarounds: The Business Case for IDPs Replacing manual workarounds with an IDP builds a powerful business case by redefining (and improving) the daily developer experience.

Slashing manual work means happier engineers and better results. See why modern orgs are betting on IDPs for transformation.
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#IDPs #businesscase #workarounds

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A 5th grader told me his family won't let him get graphic novels. He is supposed to get "real books." 😡 We plan for him to get as many GNs as he wants, but leave them in the classroom. He comes back the next day for more. #WorkArounds

#TLSky
#Skybrarians
#SchoolLibraries

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How premodern Japanese people worked around silly laws
How premodern Japanese people worked around silly laws YouTube video by Kyota Ko

The #Peoples#Workarounds

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For those curious about Florence here’s her backstory. I know it’s a repeat but that’s what you get when you don’t pay your licence fees:
Florence Bousfield, maid of all works, is not indigenous to the island.  She originally hails from Mablethorpe but left there under something of a cloud having spent her early teens running with the Lincolnshire razor gangs and organising protection rackets amongst the amusement arcades and gelateria. 
She fetched up like a bad penny in the bustling metropolis of Norwich and for a while earned her crust in the Mermaid Fishe and Chip Shoppe and Payday Loan Specialists. For serving behind the counter, she was given two shillings and sixpence an hour and all the luncheon meat fritters and scraps that she could eat. This played merry hell with her complexion, and she would return home to her back street garret stinking of fat, and with a band of batter coating her lisle stockings at shin level from the basins stored under the counter.
Old man Kostas (he wasn’t Greek, just in the habit of assuming new names when his creditors came calling – he was working through the alphabet) was forever trying to persuade her into the cellar to see his spud peeler, but she was nimble and slippery as an eel, and had thus far evaded his attentions when sorting out the King Edwards.

For those curious about Florence here’s her backstory. I know it’s a repeat but that’s what you get when you don’t pay your licence fees: Florence Bousfield, maid of all works, is not indigenous to the island. She originally hails from Mablethorpe but left there under something of a cloud having spent her early teens running with the Lincolnshire razor gangs and organising protection rackets amongst the amusement arcades and gelateria. She fetched up like a bad penny in the bustling metropolis of Norwich and for a while earned her crust in the Mermaid Fishe and Chip Shoppe and Payday Loan Specialists. For serving behind the counter, she was given two shillings and sixpence an hour and all the luncheon meat fritters and scraps that she could eat. This played merry hell with her complexion, and she would return home to her back street garret stinking of fat, and with a band of batter coating her lisle stockings at shin level from the basins stored under the counter. Old man Kostas (he wasn’t Greek, just in the habit of assuming new names when his creditors came calling – he was working through the alphabet) was forever trying to persuade her into the cellar to see his spud peeler, but she was nimble and slippery as an eel, and had thus far evaded his attentions when sorting out the King Edwards.

The Mermaid was a cut price outfit, selling wormy pollock as cod and slices of Battered Mother’s Pride as plaice, and it was notably lacking in any investment into either deep fat fryer maintenance or fire precautions. One Saturday night the inevitable happened. Five gallons of black dioxin-laden tallow caught fire and Kostas, for want of a fire blanket or suitable fire extinguisher, deployed a basin full of wet batter to disastrous conclusion, burning fat exploding over the counter, floor, and igniting the filthy gloss-painted polystyrene tiles on the ceiling. Kostas, wearing as was his wont a cotton apron encrusted with one or two inches of DRIED batter, was largely armoured against personal immolation, although he did lose his eyebrows and toupee. Florence lost her employment, although it is arguable that the long-term health prospects of some of the local population increased.
Being short of money for rent Miss Bousfield ventured to the Post Office to withdraw the last of her meagre savings. As she got there, she spied in the window, amongst the standard issue wasp cemetery, a yellowed card bearing the following faded message in turquoise ink:
“Monsieur P requires personal assistant for ongoing journalistic project. Must be punctual, petite, and conscientious. (Florence noted the spelling mistake) 
No tattoos.
Three shillings/hour.”

The Mermaid was a cut price outfit, selling wormy pollock as cod and slices of Battered Mother’s Pride as plaice, and it was notably lacking in any investment into either deep fat fryer maintenance or fire precautions. One Saturday night the inevitable happened. Five gallons of black dioxin-laden tallow caught fire and Kostas, for want of a fire blanket or suitable fire extinguisher, deployed a basin full of wet batter to disastrous conclusion, burning fat exploding over the counter, floor, and igniting the filthy gloss-painted polystyrene tiles on the ceiling. Kostas, wearing as was his wont a cotton apron encrusted with one or two inches of DRIED batter, was largely armoured against personal immolation, although he did lose his eyebrows and toupee. Florence lost her employment, although it is arguable that the long-term health prospects of some of the local population increased. Being short of money for rent Miss Bousfield ventured to the Post Office to withdraw the last of her meagre savings. As she got there, she spied in the window, amongst the standard issue wasp cemetery, a yellowed card bearing the following faded message in turquoise ink: “Monsieur P requires personal assistant for ongoing journalistic project. Must be punctual, petite, and conscientious. (Florence noted the spelling mistake) No tattoos. Three shillings/hour.”

There was no indication of an address or telephone number on the front of the card, but on entering the post office (the bell above the door eliciting no response from the blonde, middle-aged post-mistress who sat behind the glass barrier gently snoring) she saw another message on the back of the card saying:
“Stoat and Ulcer, lunchtimes, ask for Roly”
That afternoon Florence found him in the snug of the pub, drinking his fourth Gold Label Barley Wine and watching the horse racing on a snowy TV in the corner. Once she’d explained to him that she was in need of a job he bought her half a pint of stout and introduced himself properly. His name was Roland Parsnip, and he was attached to the Norwich Gazette and Racing Post. He was a photographer and Illustrator (with a capital I) and it was his job to take his camera along to interviews conducted by the writers, photograph horses and greyhounds, as well as providing a weekly satirical cartoon entitled “Norfolk Piddock”.

There was no indication of an address or telephone number on the front of the card, but on entering the post office (the bell above the door eliciting no response from the blonde, middle-aged post-mistress who sat behind the glass barrier gently snoring) she saw another message on the back of the card saying: “Stoat and Ulcer, lunchtimes, ask for Roly” That afternoon Florence found him in the snug of the pub, drinking his fourth Gold Label Barley Wine and watching the horse racing on a snowy TV in the corner. Once she’d explained to him that she was in need of a job he bought her half a pint of stout and introduced himself properly. His name was Roland Parsnip, and he was attached to the Norwich Gazette and Racing Post. He was a photographer and Illustrator (with a capital I) and it was his job to take his camera along to interviews conducted by the writers, photograph horses and greyhounds, as well as providing a weekly satirical cartoon entitled “Norfolk Piddock”.

Parsnip revealed that he was also a serious artist who produced photographs and drawings for a number of quarterlies and periodicals of a somewhat specialist and esoteric nature. He required a personal assistant to fetch and carry, make tea, answer correspondence, and run interference when invoices needed paying. He needed an employee who could begin immediately and although Florence didn’t have a resumé or references, seemed extremely keen on giving her a start. For her part she ensured that there would be holidays, negotiated an extra tuppence per hour, and the use of a bicycle for transport. They shook hands and Florence skipped home for a celebratory eccles cake.
The next morning saw Florence approaching a row of railway arches that had been converted into workshops and storage space. One, next to a canal that ran underneath the railway, had open wooden gates and a sign painted with the words “Alf Tupper – Welder”. 
The gloom of the workshop was periodically lit up by the flash of a welding arc and she recognised the workman one of her customers from the Mermaid. He was a man in late middle years with a pronounced limp who would try to sell her copies of the Morning Star when buying his fish and chips. Known affectionately to his friends as “Lenin”, Alf had been something of an athlete in his youth before a ripped cartilage in his knee had put paid to his competing. Alf was a friendly chap but apt to latch on to his listeners and use words like “dialectic” which Florence had thought was medicine for the runs.

Parsnip revealed that he was also a serious artist who produced photographs and drawings for a number of quarterlies and periodicals of a somewhat specialist and esoteric nature. He required a personal assistant to fetch and carry, make tea, answer correspondence, and run interference when invoices needed paying. He needed an employee who could begin immediately and although Florence didn’t have a resumé or references, seemed extremely keen on giving her a start. For her part she ensured that there would be holidays, negotiated an extra tuppence per hour, and the use of a bicycle for transport. They shook hands and Florence skipped home for a celebratory eccles cake. The next morning saw Florence approaching a row of railway arches that had been converted into workshops and storage space. One, next to a canal that ran underneath the railway, had open wooden gates and a sign painted with the words “Alf Tupper – Welder”. The gloom of the workshop was periodically lit up by the flash of a welding arc and she recognised the workman one of her customers from the Mermaid. He was a man in late middle years with a pronounced limp who would try to sell her copies of the Morning Star when buying his fish and chips. Known affectionately to his friends as “Lenin”, Alf had been something of an athlete in his youth before a ripped cartilage in his knee had put paid to his competing. Alf was a friendly chap but apt to latch on to his listeners and use words like “dialectic” which Florence had thought was medicine for the runs.

Writing experiment.
Because we are restricted to a small number of characters you can’t do much with respect to post poetry or prose so I’m trying out dropping it into alt text.
#writing #shortstory #prose #workarounds

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080425   Monday Morning Roar - Workarounds
080425 Monday Morning Roar - Workarounds YouTube video by Lyon Strategic Consulting

Monday Morning Roar 8/4/2025 - Workarounds #LyonStrategic #MondayMorningRoar #Workarounds = youtu.be/BpMv4pAmnig

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It cracks me up how people bitch about Carney, then he just keeps producing wins

We have foreign #BRICS-induced challenges, but he keeps producing #solutions, #tactics, #strategies & #workarounds

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Red Dead Online Stream: 04/16/25. Trader Event x3 Payouts & 0.15 Gold Daily Challenges. #RedDeadOnline #RDR2 #RockstarGames #Workarounds www.twitch.tv/rev_geo

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Schneidet von einem Einweg Handschuh die Finger ab
Stülpt die Fingerlinge über die Haken mit denen das Netz befestigt wird
Dadurch haben die Haken mehr Gripp und rutschen nicht mehr an den Stangen runter
Bitte, Danke, gern geschehen

#Weedmob #GrowTips #Workarounds

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The first 2 #cyanotype pics are AI, with the prompts Taylor Swift driving a car and Taylor Swift dancing. The third pic is a screenshot of Amy on "Heartland." Netflix disabled screenshots of movies on computers, so I recorded it with OBS where I took a screenshot. #workarounds #photography #art

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I'm currently downloading my #Kindle books while I still can and I'm having trouble with the #Routledge ones. When I try to download it says I don't have any compatible devices. Anyone else found this? Any #workarounds

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How Extreme Heat Is Reshaping Daily Life From 6 a.m. errands and rejiggered commutes to new hydration tactics and a boom in air conditioning, heat wave workarounds are the new normal.

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Workarounds for Google Maps missing from Google Search Results - PUPUWEB When conducting a location-related search on Google, users expect to see a map alongside other pertinent results. This feature has historically

Struggling with missing search results on Google Maps? Don't get lost in frustration! Our handy workarounds will help you navigate through the issue and find what you need. Check out our guide now. #GoogleMaps #Search #Workarounds
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Workarounds for Google Maps missing from Google Search Results - PUPUWEB When conducting a location-related search on Google, users expect to see a map alongside other pertinent results. This feature has historically

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