Hats off to the International Charter [on] Space and Major Disasters as well. An excellent charitable use indeed of some very high-tech equipment indeed!
TSA agents being federal employees, I have the entertaining hypothesis that that much-ballyhooed graphic imagery would fall under the aegis of public domain, inasmuch as it's "a work prepared by an officer or employee of the U.S. government as part of that person's official duties."
Presumably it's a different story if contractors are looking at your bits, of course.:/
The legal ramifications of this technology are manifold. E.g., many photographs taken by federal employess in their course of their work are automatically public domain inasmuch as they're works of the federal government. But whatever the legal and technological thickets, it's only a matter of time before assorted celebrities, Miss September, et al. arrive on-line.
Mnemonics is a skill which can be developed, and padding is your friend. For purposes of obfuscation and security through obscurity, keep a plethora of bogus passwords in your wallet and on your cubicle wall and elsewhere. Make sure that the sets only partially overlap and that the passwords are generated by several criteria (only a few of which are generated by your own, actual criteria). Make one unique set which which doesn't overlap with any of the others. GIGO.
The first I heard of ACARS was when the story came out, which tells you how much I know. But given that the exigent data for Air France #447 are -presumably- in an orange machine at the bottom of the sea, I rather suspect that ACARS shall be beefed up substantially and that a commercial aviation equivalent to Pinnacle Nucflash shall be established.
This may be a dumb question, but would it at all be technically feasible for flight data recorders to uplink, say, an encrypted data-stream to some available satellite whenever things start to go pear-shaped?
Yep, the stuff is still front-loaded. Several years ago on Nightline, when Ted Koppel was still host, he asked the retired American general who had been in charge what would happen if worse came to worse and the balloon went up. The old warrior thought for a moment, and responded "We would see a period of high-intensity warfare not see since WWII, if then." I still think that that's the scariest thing I've ever heard on television... and it's a scenario which might yet play out. The DPRK couldn't sustain high-intesnity warfare for as long nowdays, but punching big holes in Seoul would be the least of it...
A lot of vaudeville acts got into the movie business (The Three Stooges and The Marx Brothers among them), and they very quickly learned that a shtick that could last for years on the various circuits on the road got national exposure on film -and then they had to come up with new shticks. Games have something of the same dynamic going on with hedonistic adaptation. First the intensity goes up, but eventually the form itself changes.
I'm reminded very much of how I've characterized those with Borderline Personality Disorder (or "borderpaths," more generally speaking): People who behave like this have no victory conditions. It's truly crazy-making behavior, and potentially catastrophic.
Thanks to LibraryThing my old high school girlfriend and I have been back in touch for a couple of years, and it's quite pleasant for what it is. We're middle-aged; we have lives.
For want of an unflipped bit a server was lost. For want of a server gossip was lost. For want of gossip clusters were lost. For want of clusters revenues ceased. All for want of an unflipped bit.
I recall an intelligent 20-something back in the day blubbering away because her bio-waste boyfriend had lied about not shooting up smack anymore. She spent an uncomfortable couple of months waiting to see if she was HIV+ or not. Another female friend lawyered up and got her dark triad ex-husband hoist by his own petard. More recently, a single mother I know received a telephone message of Deadbeat Dad "humping some other girl."
The reptilian cortext rules, at least initially. I've been told that women aren't interested in guys like me until they've been divorced, and I think that's very much the case. It takes a while to get out of the bottom of of the sigmoid learning curve, savvy?
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Hats off to the International Charter [on] Space and Major Disasters as well.
An excellent charitable use indeed of some very high-tech equipment indeed!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/thereporters/jonathanamos/2010/01/how-satellites-are-being-used.shtml
http://www.disasterscharter.org/web/charter/activation_details?p_r_p_1415474252_assetId=ACT-287
Legal Tangent Department:
TSA agents being federal employees, I have the entertaining hypothesis
that that much-ballyhooed graphic imagery would fall under the aegis of
public domain, inasmuch as it's "a work prepared by an officer or
employee of the U.S. government as part of that person's official
duties."
Presumably it's a different story if contractors are looking at your :/
bits, of course.
And wouldn't the imagery be in the public domain, given that it's produced by a federal employee in the course of his or her duties?
The legal ramifications of this technology are manifold. E.g., many photographs taken by federal employess in their course of their work are automatically public domain inasmuch as they're works of the federal government. But whatever the legal and technological thickets, it's only a matter of time before assorted celebrities, Miss September, et al. arrive on-line.
Well, this certainly lets Islamist terrorist minors off the hook.
Horny suicidal Muslim 17-year-olds need not fear Pedobear.
I read Slashdot religiously --it's an intregal part of the background of my on-line life!
For what it's worth, "hip check" is a roller derby term.
Outliers at an Episcopalian memorial service. Usable tissues, if any, are organ donated. As for the cremains, send them up in a big red balloon.
http://www.eternalascent.com/
Mnemonics is a skill which can be developed, and padding is your friend. For purposes of obfuscation and security through obscurity, keep a plethora of bogus passwords in your wallet and on your cubicle wall and elsewhere. Make sure that the sets only partially overlap and that the passwords are generated by several criteria (only a few of which are generated by your own, actual criteria). Make one unique set which which doesn't overlap with any of the others. GIGO.
The first I heard of ACARS was when the story came out, which tells you how much I know. But given that the exigent data for Air France #447 are -presumably- in an orange machine at the bottom of the sea, I rather suspect that ACARS shall be beefed up substantially and that a commercial aviation equivalent to Pinnacle Nucflash shall be established.
This may be a dumb question, but would it at all be technically feasible for flight data recorders to uplink, say, an encrypted data-stream to some available satellite whenever things start to go pear-shaped?
The Soviets had something called "the correlation of forces," which they could miscalulate. See Khruschev, Cuban Missile Crisis.
Yep, the stuff is still front-loaded. Several years ago on Nightline, when Ted Koppel was still host, he asked the retired American general who had been in charge what would happen if worse came to worse and the balloon went up. The old warrior thought for a moment, and responded "We would see a period of high-intensity warfare not see since WWII, if then." I still think that that's the scariest thing I've ever heard on television... and it's a scenario which might yet play out. The DPRK couldn't sustain high-intesnity warfare for as long nowdays, but punching big holes in Seoul would be the least of it...
A lot of vaudeville acts got into the movie business (The Three Stooges and The Marx Brothers among them), and they very quickly learned that a shtick that could last for years on the various circuits on the road got national exposure on film -and then they had to come up with new shticks. Games have something of the same dynamic going on with hedonistic adaptation. First the intensity goes up, but eventually the form itself changes.
I'm reminded very much of how I've characterized those with Borderline Personality Disorder (or "borderpaths," more generally speaking): People who behave like this have no victory conditions. It's truly crazy-making behavior, and potentially catastrophic.
No kidding! The WHO has just bumped it up to Phase 4; we're still at Stage 0.
The WHO stage remains at 3; the Federal phase remains at 0.
I'll worry when either or both of those numbers change.
http://www.pandemicflu.gov/plan/federal/fedresponsestages.html
http://www.pandemicflu.gov/
Thanks to LibraryThing my old high school girlfriend and I have been back in touch for a couple of years, and it's quite pleasant for what it is. We're middle-aged; we have lives.
"I am programmed to answer to the name 'Robbie'."
I raise a beer (in this case Sheaf Stout) to the engineers!
Kudos!
Scrabulous was my only on-line game...
Bravo, sir, bravo!
For want of an unflipped bit a server was lost.
For want of a server gossip was lost.
For want of gossip clusters were lost.
For want of clusters revenues ceased.
All for want of an unflipped bit.
The law of large numbers is one reason why there's usually a Powerball winner.
I recall an intelligent 20-something back in the day blubbering away because her bio-waste boyfriend had lied about not shooting up smack anymore. She spent an uncomfortable couple of months waiting to see if she was HIV+ or not. Another female friend lawyered up and got her dark triad ex-husband hoist by his own petard. More recently, a single mother I know received a telephone message of Deadbeat Dad "humping some other girl."
The reptilian cortext rules, at least initially. I've been told that women aren't interested in guys like me until they've been divorced, and I think that's very much the case. It takes a while to get out of the bottom of of the sigmoid learning curve, savvy?