New York Computerizes its Subway System
Iphtashu Fitz writes "New York City's Metropolitan Transit Authority launched it's first fully computer controlled subway line this month. The `L' Line of the MTA that connects the southern part of Manhattan with Brooklyn was picked for this pilot program because of its relatively short length and the fact that it doesn't share tracks with any other lines. Trains on this line no longer have conductors on board, and only a single driver in the front to monitor all the systems.
What's the big deal, you may ask? After all, cities like San Francisco and Paris already have computerized subway lines. Well, having recently celebrated its 100th anniversary the MTA is one of the oldest subway systems in the United States, and one of the largest in the world. If all goes well, the MTA will continue to expand automated service to the rest of the subway system over the next 20 years. But just how safe and secure will these new automated lines be? The radio links that provide data communication between the trains and the control center are encrypted, but how long until a hacker manages to crack it?"
FP!
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Japan's rail systems are a fairly well-done hybrid of computerization and old-fashioned human eyes. The biggest problems down over there have been failures due to catastrophic geologic and meteorological events. Add to that that the train system employees are usually well-trained, and you have a pretty well done system.
It's funny you mention about the atomic bombs. Japan, though certainly not 100% over the incident, has put it behind themselves and tried to get along with the U.S. On the other hand, China and Korea can't let go what happened almost 70 years ago (20 years earlier than the bombs) and are rioting and staging protests against Japan's "whitewashing" of history.
Man, what's with the Yanks this year? Their collective ERA must be over 6... and everybody's hitting their weight. Argh!
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In Soviet US, the subway system computerizes New York?
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Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question... Oh, do not ask, `` What is it? '' Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening. Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains. Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys. Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me. And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time To wonder, ``Do I dare?'' and, ``Do I dare?'' Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-- [They will say: ``How his hair is growing thin!''] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-- [They will say: ``But how his arms and legs are thin!''] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all-- The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all-- Arms that are braceleted and white and bare [But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!] Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? . . .
I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep. . . tired . . . or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet--and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.
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In Chicago, they have train cops that walk up and down the train cars. They are big intimidating looking motherfuckers. One day, not a very cold day, but I knew it would cool off that night, I was taking the train into chicago. Not very many people were on the 2pm train and I had a sweater with me, rolled up with a cd-player in the middle (I did not want it to fall). My sweater is next to the window seat, I am in the isle seat. I am reading the Chicago Sun Times, half asleep to the rest of the world, when I feel this mass bumping into my shoulder. It was a cop, standing fully tall and erect, his chest pushed out, just staring at me through his dark sun glasses. The body part bumping into me was his fucking groin. After looking at him for a minute, trying to think of something to say, he asks "I saw you stick your hand in the sweater, what are you hiding". Son of a bitch! I anwserd "It's an air displacement device designed to deliever an acousitic payload". HAHAHA! Stupid fucking me. The police officer put his hand on his gun. I noticed little beads of sweat start to form on his forehead. I went to unroll the sweater, when I realized he might take that as an agressive move. So I let him stand there the next 5 minutes, bumping his groin into my shoulder. It finally dawned on me there was a guy sitting 10 seats down from me with an indian or pakistani apperance. I asked the cop "hey, that guy has a bag next to him and there is a funny smell", so for the remainder of the ride, it was the light brown guy who had a cock pressed up against him. Too bad the cop could not tell the difference between the smell of bomb making materials and a guy who ate curry at lunch. I am just glad they did not bring out the horny police dogs. The last thing I would have wanted to do was burry my head under a seat while the dog kept me "under control" for the half hour ride.
Rosco: "If brains were gunpowder, Enos couldn't blow his nose."
2005 will be the 50th of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Um.... 1955??
Actually, August sixth and ninth 2005 will mark the sixtieth anniversaries of the tragedies at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Hopefully, this year will be the year the United States finally formally apologizes.
I hereby elevate You to the position of Ignorant, since you are oblivious to the fact that the other person ignorantly believed your message.
... with a reminder that to be ignorant is not to be stupid, but to be unaware or unknowledgeable of a subject ...
Really, get a dictionary, you must be confused about what Ignorance is.
Here, let me help you
Ignorant \Ig"no*rant\, a. [F., fr. L. ignorans, -antis, p. pr. of ignorare to be ignorant. See Ignore.]
1. Destitute of knowledge; uninstructed or uninformed; untaught; unenlightened. [1913 Webster]
He that doth not know those things which are of use for him to know, is but an ignorant man, whatever he may know besides. --Tillotson. [1913 Webster]
2. Unacquainted with; unconscious or unaware; -- used with of. [1913 Webster]
Ignorant of guilt, I fear not shame. --Dryden. [1913 Webster]
3. Unknown; undiscovered. [Obs.]
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Ignorant concealment. --Shak. [1913 Webster]
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? --Shak. [1913 Webster]
4. Resulting from ignorance; foolish; silly. [1913 Webster]
His shipping, Poor ignorant baubles! -- on our terrible seas, Like eggshells moved. --Shak.
Syn: Uninstructed; untaught; unenlightened; uninformed; unlearned; unlettered; illiterate. -- Ignorant, Illiterate. Ignorant denotes lack of knowledge, either as to single subject or information in general; illiterate refers to an ignorance of letters, or of knowledge acquired by reading and study. In the Middle Ages, a great proportion of the higher classes were illiterate, and yet were far from being ignorant, especially in regard to war and other active pursuits. [1913 Webster]
In such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears. --Shak. [1913 Webster]
In the first ages of Christianity, not only the learned and the wise, but the ignorant and illiterate, embraced torments and death. --Tillotson. [1913 Webster]
Source: The Collaborative International Dictionary of English v.0.44
George Bush + Linux = "I will not let information get in the way of the fight against Windows"