My first Playboy experience: wasn't my mag, a friend had obtained from his father (not sure if father knew), and sure there were nekkid ladies in there but the only thing I recall? The comic, which had a lady holding a small black box near her crotch, the guy standing holding a phone, and the caption was her saying "Page me again!!!!" (Yes, it was from before cell phones.)
Your comment flows neatly into your signature: early release is similar to "fire and forget", and making the better product is similar to "not killing innocents".
So, would this work? (I realize that it might make "page delivery" take twice as long; although, I just made it better, here it is.)
After the page completes, have a JavaScript routine that runs which calculates the page's MD5 sum (or similar) and sends it back to the server. The server can then determine whether what it sent is what the user saw.
This of course might also be a way for the server to violate ad blockers. If it didn't match, then the server could negotiate with the client as to which parts of the page didn't match, and then re-send them through a side channel and show the ads.
(The "twice as long" was the initial implementation, which was to send the page back; then the server would re-send anything missing. But the checksum idea seems to use less bandwidth.)
Personally, after ordering a pizza I get a ton of Domino's ads. And I applied at a company, and got a ton of their ads for about a month afterwards. Google analytics at work, but a bit creepy.
Merry birthday to you,
Merry birthday to you,
May all your good dreams and fine wishes come true
May every day bring you its own special cheer,
The gift of our friendship, and fortune this year!
Imagine this: I have copyrighted the letter "e". Muahaha!!! (That is how I envision the RIAA/MPAA goons defending their decisions: with inappropriate laughter.)
I believe you meant "ethically" although upon further inspection, both might work (war in the middle-east generally kills a different ethnic segment of the population).
Who can we vote for that wont invade yet another 3rd world country?
While I agree with everything else you wrote, and also the fact that we attack other sovereign nations, I take exception with "3rd world country". I've met and married some people from the third world, and they have brains just like the rest of us; they learn mathematics just like the rest of us; and they have hopes, fears, dreams, and tears like the rest of us. It's the US government (and actors within the US, perhaps not completely the gov) that created the labels "first world" and "third world" (I find it odd that we rarely talk about a "second world").
I feel that just the existence of those labels causes us to communicate using those labels, and it is almost a racist style of communication that results, without us really realizing it.
Okay I'd have to wait a few seconds shorter on the occasions that I do wait but my total downloads would probably not go up at all.
Exactly: there is a limit to the speed at which you can consume it. Granted, there may be an "initial hoarding experience" but after you've spent a few thousand on hard drives that keep dying, you'll realize that it mostly makes sense to hoard at the rate at which you can realistically consume (and also, evaluate and discard -- hoarding has its price as well).
What the hell are you talking about? The music industry isn't stopping me from getting on with my life.
It is if you want to create, or derive enjoyment from, derivative works from works that were created 29 years ago. (Currently, it's "...from works that were published after 1923".)
IMHO, subjecting the torturer to the same fate as the torturer's victims is perpetuating the barbarity [...]
I believe the OP meant "US torturers and Japanese torturers deserve the same fate" of being tried and sentenced for their behavior, because they are from the same class of criminal. Not the same fate that they provided to the tortured.
Likely that the office of the President is nothing but a glorified marionette. My question is, did they at least give him the courtesy of knowing who's pulling the strings?
No need, and nothing to gain, with lots to lose; so, likely not.
If I built a machine that could replicate anything, then the first person that bought it could just use it to replicate the machine itself and my patent would be worthless.
If I built a machine that could replicate anything, I would start giving it out to everyone so that we would not need more wars over scarce resources. Yes, any patent that I got on it would be worthless, but so would any Intellectual Property be in the future. Our current climate of rampant IP extension reminds me of the Simpson's grampa photo in the newspaper, "Angry man yells at cloud" -- they can rail all they want against reality but they will not win. They will perhaps succeed in destroying a lot before they are ultimately overcome, but they will be overcome.
Printcrime (Originally published in Nature Magazine, January 2006)
The coppers smashed my father's printer when I was eight. I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da's look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it.
The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn. One of Da's customers had shopped him. The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals -- performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters. The kind of thing that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of thing you could print at home, if you didn't mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way.
They destroyed grandma's trunk, the one she'd brought from the old country. They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window. My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire.
Da. What they did to him. When he was done, he looked like he'd been brawling with an entire rugby side. They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car, while a spokesman told the world that my Da's organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least twenty million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest.
I saw it all from my phone, in the remains of the sitting room, watching it on the screen and wondering how, just how anyone could look at our little flat and our terrible, manky estate and mistake it for the home of an organized crime kingpin. They took the printer away, of course, and displayed it like a trophy for the newsies. Its little shrine in the kitchenette seemed horribly empty. When I roused myself and picked up the flat and rescued my peeping poor tweetybird, I put a blender there. It was made out of printed parts, so it would only last a month before I'd need to print new bearings and other moving parts. Back then, I could take apart and reassemble anything that could be printed.
By the time I turned eighteen, they were ready to let Da out of prison. I'd visited him three times -- on my tenth birthday, on his fiftieth, and when Ma died. It had been two years since I'd last seen him and he was in bad shape. A prison fight had left him with a limp, and he looked over his shoulder so often it was like he had a tic. I was embarrassed when the minicab dropped us off in front of the estate, and tried to keep my distance from this ruined, limping skeleton as we went inside and up the stairs.
"Lanie," he said, as he sat me down. "You're a smart girl, I know that. Trig. You wouldn't know where your old Da could get a printer and some goop?"
I assure you, after some training with a temperature feedback device, you will no longer need porn. As you say, it might have been involuntary way back the first time you got a boner; it is completely voluntary for me, now.
If you may commit an act that we don't like, that's sufficient grounds to attack you now.
The scariest part of thinking this completely through? "We The People should attack the US Government -- before it attacks us. Because it will." Great, now what can I do? I'm stuck in a war zone.
Not so sure; one quote about the Internet is that it "interprets censorship as damage and routes around it." Granted, applying this to their behavior to say that they are strengthening the (future) Internet is very close to the broken window fallacy, so I might just have to leave this post half-
I intentionally chose that analogy because it was a recent work that people who were exposed to it would understand. And you're right, I did consider that the reference I chose was not yet in the public domain. That doesn't really seem "tellingly" to me. And with the laws on pot, it's not an edge case; humans are social creatures, and we like to be around other humans. You can't really separate "recreational" from "healing" in a similar way that you can't separate "recreational" from "making offspring"; when you prolong your life, it feels good. We're wired that way. See the documentary "What if Cannabis Cured Cancer?".
I'm not sure I follow you. Did you think William Randolph Hearst had a police state in mind when he campaigned to make marijuana illegal? There certainly are unintended consequences to greedy decision-making.
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Votes are the only currency that counts.
"It's not the people who vote that count. It's the people who count the votes." (Josef Stalin)
My first Playboy experience: wasn't my mag, a friend had obtained from his father (not sure if father knew), and sure there were nekkid ladies in there but the only thing I recall? The comic, which had a lady holding a small black box near her crotch, the guy standing holding a phone, and the caption was her saying "Page me again!!!!" (Yes, it was from before cell phones.)
And yet the US military employs about 3 million soldiers.
Is having 1% of a country's citizens turned into soldiers routine, when compared with other successful countries throughout history?
Your comment flows neatly into your signature: early release is similar to "fire and forget", and making the better product is similar to "not killing innocents".
And I know some ISPs specifically did this.
So, would this work? (I realize that it might make "page delivery" take twice as long; although, I just made it better, here it is.)
After the page completes, have a JavaScript routine that runs which calculates the page's MD5 sum (or similar) and sends it back to the server. The server can then determine whether what it sent is what the user saw.
This of course might also be a way for the server to violate ad blockers. If it didn't match, then the server could negotiate with the client as to which parts of the page didn't match, and then re-send them through a side channel and show the ads.
(The "twice as long" was the initial implementation, which was to send the page back; then the server would re-send anything missing. But the checksum idea seems to use less bandwidth.)
Personally, after ordering a pizza I get a ton of Domino's ads. And I applied at a company, and got a ton of their ads for about a month afterwards. Google analytics at work, but a bit creepy.
Perhaps your smear campaign against this other individual would go better if you updated your signature to something provable.
If you don't want your music "covered" then don't publish it.
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear citizen,
Happy birthday to you!
Or Mike Jittlov's version:
Merry birthday to you,
Merry birthday to you,
May all your good dreams and fine wishes come true
May every day bring you its own special cheer,
The gift of our friendship, and fortune this year!
Imagine this: I have copyrighted the letter "e". Muahaha!!! (That is how I envision the RIAA/MPAA goons defending their decisions: with inappropriate laughter.)
ethnically-questionable
I believe you meant "ethically" although upon further inspection, both might work (war in the middle-east generally kills a different ethnic segment of the population).
Who can we vote for that wont invade yet another 3rd world country?
While I agree with everything else you wrote, and also the fact that we attack other sovereign nations, I take exception with "3rd world country". I've met and married some people from the third world, and they have brains just like the rest of us; they learn mathematics just like the rest of us; and they have hopes, fears, dreams, and tears like the rest of us. It's the US government (and actors within the US, perhaps not completely the gov) that created the labels "first world" and "third world" (I find it odd that we rarely talk about a "second world").
I feel that just the existence of those labels causes us to communicate using those labels, and it is almost a racist style of communication that results, without us really realizing it.
Okay I'd have to wait a few seconds shorter on the occasions that I do wait but my total downloads would probably not go up at all.
Exactly: there is a limit to the speed at which you can consume it. Granted, there may be an "initial hoarding experience" but after you've spent a few thousand on hard drives that keep dying, you'll realize that it mostly makes sense to hoard at the rate at which you can realistically consume (and also, evaluate and discard -- hoarding has its price as well).
What the hell are you talking about? The music industry isn't stopping me from getting on with my life.
It is if you want to create, or derive enjoyment from, derivative works from works that were created 29 years ago. (Currently, it's "...from works that were published after 1923".)
IMHO, subjecting the torturer to the same fate as the torturer's victims is perpetuating the barbarity [...]
I believe the OP meant "US torturers and Japanese torturers deserve the same fate" of being tried and sentenced for their behavior, because they are from the same class of criminal. Not the same fate that they provided to the tortured.
Likely that the office of the President is nothing but a glorified marionette. My question is, did they at least give him the courtesy of knowing who's pulling the strings?
No need, and nothing to gain, with lots to lose; so, likely not.
Let's sell ducks at pharmacies?
I'm not talking about pills. I am talking about learning, through bio-feedback, to control your body better.
[...] the Copyright Term Extension Act of 1998 and the Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998.
I find it interesting to look back in retrospect, and see that these were passed just before the collapse of the dot-com era.
If I built a machine that could replicate anything, then the first person that bought it could just use it to replicate the machine itself and my patent would be worthless.
If I built a machine that could replicate anything, I would start giving it out to everyone so that we would not need more wars over scarce resources. Yes, any patent that I got on it would be worthless, but so would any Intellectual Property be in the future. Our current climate of rampant IP extension reminds me of the Simpson's grampa photo in the newspaper, "Angry man yells at cloud" -- they can rail all they want against reality but they will not win. They will perhaps succeed in destroying a lot before they are ultimately overcome, but they will be overcome.
See Printcrime: http://craphound.com/overclocked/Cory_Doctorow_-_Overclocked_-_Printcrime.html
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Printcrime
(Originally published in Nature Magazine, January 2006)
The coppers smashed my father's printer when I was eight. I remember the hot, cling-film-in-a-microwave smell of it, and Da's look of ferocious concentration as he filled it with fresh goop, and the warm, fresh-baked feel of the objects that came out of it.
The coppers came through the door with truncheons swinging, one of them reciting the terms of the warrant through a bullhorn. One of Da's customers had shopped him. The ipolice paid in high-grade pharmaceuticals -- performance enhancers, memory supplements, metabolic boosters. The kind of thing that cost a fortune over the counter; the kind of thing you could print at home, if you didn't mind the risk of having your kitchen filled with a sudden crush of big, beefy bodies, hard truncheons whistling through the air, smashing anyone and anything that got in the way.
They destroyed grandma's trunk, the one she'd brought from the old country. They smashed our little refrigerator and the purifier unit over the window. My tweetybird escaped death by hiding in a corner of his cage as a big, booted foot crushed most of it into a sad tangle of printer-wire.
Da. What they did to him. When he was done, he looked like he'd been brawling with an entire rugby side. They brought him out the door and let the newsies get a good look at him as they tossed him in the car, while a spokesman told the world that my Da's organized-crime bootlegging operation had been responsible for at least twenty million in contraband, and that my Da, the desperate villain, had resisted arrest.
I saw it all from my phone, in the remains of the sitting room, watching it on the screen and wondering how, just how anyone could look at our little flat and our terrible, manky estate and mistake it for the home of an organized crime kingpin. They took the printer away, of course, and displayed it like a trophy for the newsies. Its little shrine in the kitchenette seemed horribly empty. When I roused myself and picked up the flat and rescued my peeping poor tweetybird, I put a blender there. It was made out of printed parts, so it would only last a month before I'd need to print new bearings and other moving parts. Back then, I could take apart and reassemble anything that could be printed.
By the time I turned eighteen, they were ready to let Da out of prison. I'd visited him three times -- on my tenth birthday, on his fiftieth, and when Ma died. It had been two years since I'd last seen him and he was in bad shape. A prison fight had left him with a limp, and he looked over his shoulder so often it was like he had a tic. I was embarrassed when the minicab dropped us off in front of the estate, and tried to keep my distance from this ruined, limping skeleton as we went inside and up the stairs.
"Lanie," he said, as he sat me down. "You're a smart girl, I know that. Trig. You wouldn't know where your old Da could get a printer and some goop?"
I squ
I assure you, after some training with a temperature feedback device, you will no longer need porn. As you say, it might have been involuntary way back the first time you got a boner; it is completely voluntary for me, now.
If you may commit an act that we don't like, that's sufficient grounds to attack you now.
The scariest part of thinking this completely through? "We The People should attack the US Government -- before it attacks us. Because it will." Great, now what can I do? I'm stuck in a war zone.
Not so sure; one quote about the Internet is that it "interprets censorship as damage and routes around it." Granted, applying this to their behavior to say that they are strengthening the (future) Internet is very close to the broken window fallacy, so I might just have to leave this post half-
Thanks. I hadn't thought it was so devious. It is good to know history. Thanks again.
I intentionally chose that analogy because it was a recent work that people who were exposed to it would understand. And you're right, I did consider that the reference I chose was not yet in the public domain. That doesn't really seem "tellingly" to me. And with the laws on pot, it's not an edge case; humans are social creatures, and we like to be around other humans. You can't really separate "recreational" from "healing" in a similar way that you can't separate "recreational" from "making offspring"; when you prolong your life, it feels good. We're wired that way. See the documentary "What if Cannabis Cured Cancer?".
I'm not sure I follow you. Did you think William Randolph Hearst had a police state in mind when he campaigned to make marijuana illegal? There certainly are unintended consequences to greedy decision-making.
Thank you; I just heard (part of, then all of) a Harvey Danger song in my head.