As I remember it, there was a poem titled Ketchup Wine that detailed how to make wine in prison from ketchup with the limited resources available to someone who is incarcerated. I remember reading about this a very long time ago, and I am not able to find the original

here's the promised wrap-up for the month of may. i have been kind of very productive despite a ton of adverse stuff going on in my life right now. also apologies if this is kind of messy and sprawling, i folded it together from notes throughout the month

Content moderation in any product that allows input from the public is tricky. This is because humans are pretty crafty, and curious. If you say, "do not include anything offensive in your input," the question immediately is, "well, what is offensive?" and of course, there are