These 6 women got written out of tech history. They’re finally being recognized.

“In 1942, Betty Jean Jennings Bartik, Kathleen McNulty Mauchly Antonelli, Ruth Lichterman Teitelbaum, Frances Bilas Spence, Marlyn Wescoff Meltzer, and Betty Snyder Holberton were chosen to work on a classified government project known as the Electronic Numerical Integrator and Computer, or ENIAC.”

“The ENIAC was equipped with 18,000 vacuum tubes, 70,000 resistors, 10,000 capacitors, and 5 million hand-soldered joints.Weighing a few dozen tons and filling a 1,500-square-foot room, it was a monstrosity that was as physically demanding to operate as it was mentally tasking.Working double and triple shifts six days a week, this ragtag crew of six female “computers” (which was a job title back then) lugged cables and trays between panels on the massive machine. Occasionally they even had to crawl inside it to fix faulty tubes.”

“They were essentially the first computer programmers in the U.S.”

Of course, being that this was the 1940s, the revolutionary work of these women specifically was almost completely overlooked.

Thankfully, these technological trailblazers are finally receiving their due credit … more than 50 years later.

In 2011, the Philadelphia City Council officially declared Feb. 15 as ENIAC Day in honor of the group’s extraordinary work, and just last year, the Holberton School, a project-based school for software engineers, was founded in San Francisco.

is anyone getting some followers that have crude blogs cause i do

Do you know how much i fucking hate this life? I want to kill myself so much and escape the mess which is my life but no, there is so much in store for me but i cant reach them. its so stressful that all i want to do is just do nothing when i want to do everything. my entire life is just a bunch of mistakes i made and i cant undo it. the positive things in life are erased because i focus too much on the negative. and when i think of something happy, it leaves just as fast as i remember it. i keep on focusing on the past, worrying in the present and envisioning a future that is nonexistent. its a scary cycle to be in since you wont know how to move on with life anymore. i want to die but i cant.

Best Actor

Leonardo Dicaprio: Blah blah blah thank you...

Leonardo Dicaprio (internally): About fucking time

now that leo got his oscar can we give aaron tveit his tony award please

Me: im so fucking tired of life. im going to sleep.

Someone: it's still morning.

Me: I know, good night.

Me: I wanna do something productive.

Mind: Hahaha. NO.

Me: I can and I will.

*opens internet*

Me: *opens tumblr and other useless sites*

Mind: Bitch u thought.

i think i have this too...

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All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

What they don’t tell you about suicide is when you jump off that building, your body does not simply deflate as your soul and life leave your body. As that shot gun goes off, you do not simply bleed. You shatter. Somebody forgot to stick the “fragile” sticker on you the day you were born. Along the way, nobody remembered to tell you. Not your mother, not your friends, not your reflection. But you should’ve figured it out. Whoever finds your body will have to pick up the pieces. Their life too will shatter. You will break every single fragile life that knew you. What they don’t tell you is with every suicide attempt, you crack. Every suicide attempt is a rock that hit your windshield while you were driving on the highway. We are already so broken. We are all driving through life with cracked windshields and dented cars. We are all recklessly driving into each other, damaging sidewalks and bridges, injuring harmless pedestrians. So why must you throw rocks at yourself? You are fragile, and you will break, but it’s not time to shatter not yet.

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im so used to sleeping for only a few hours that seven hours was too much for sleep

and the fact that you can’t un-understand them is so cool. like, its an automatic response in your brain to interpret it.

that moment when you’re speaking a foreign language and you suddenly realize that at one point all those sounds and words used to be meaningless but now you see them/hear them and you understand what’s going on and are able to react to them and hold a conversation idk that’s just wow

when you think about it all the language that jkr uses to describe ginny through harry’s perspective is so poetic. harry tends to be rather blunt in his descriptions of other people but with ginny he watches her as the hogwarts express leaves, he compares her blush to “glowing like the setting sun”, he’s willing to go into the chamber of secrets if there’s the “faintest, slimmest, wildest chance” ginny might be alive, he watches her eyes in the firelight, he describes her as “windswept”, and all this is before he even realizes he likes her. harry always describes her blazing hair and blazing looks, she is “his best source of comfort”, kissing her is blissful oblivion and better than firewhiskey, he’s “happier than he could remember being in a very long time” and even when they break up he wants nothing more than to be with her, to comfort her in times of trouble, he pines over ginny and hopes he knows he’s thinking about her, when he’s about to die he thinks inexplicably of her, he wants days and months and maybe years with this girl okay harry potter is infatuated with ginny fucking weasley and you can see it in the way he talks about her

It takes 10 books for Percy to realize Riptide can be used as an actual pen.