However: With space being so cheap lately, it's rapidly becoming practical to have all of your music in your car all of the time, anyway, on a cheap FLASH device that doesn't mind the temperature variations like an HDD does.
Furthermore, with bandwidth being so cheap and available lately, it's rapidly becoming practical to have all of your music in your house streamable to your car, wherever it is. I've been doing this with my Droid, lately, and it works fine.
Answer to your question: Nothing. The power supply for the radio will inherently be rather well isolated, as it's very easy to do in the conversion from 12V that the car produces to the 5V that the USB radio uses.
Answers to your quandary: Microwaves the same bit of spectrum that WiFi does, except with something in the neighborhood of 1,000 Watts instead of the ~0.060 Watts that your access point uses; it doesn't take much microwave leakage before interference happens. Try different channels; it sometimes seems to help, often to the point that the symptom goes away completely.
Furnace: Your blower motors are dirty or tired. They should not create enough RF noise to cause WiFi to notice. A skilled electrician can install a capacitor ("radio condenser") at the furnace, which might help some.
TV: Who knows. There's a lot of stuff going on in a modern entertainment system, and I won't conject without more information.
Finally: Do the lights in your house ever get brighter when a heavy load (dishwasher pump, clothes washer, vacuum cleaner, etc) switches on?
Back in context: This delay seemingly inherent in current implementations of Electronic Funds Transfer, is worse than a paper check...how, exactly?
Sure, with a check you've got a bit of paper (at some point) which states that so-and-so promises to pay $x from the account in the MICR code at the bottom. But once you pass that on to your bank, you're still waiting, and you still don't know if the transaction was valid until the money actually lands in your account some days later.
(Not that I'm arguing against what may be your main point: There should be a much faster means of conducting a transaction between layfolk than exists now.)
Where I work (which shall rename nameless), it goes like this:
We buy cheap, Chinese chargers loose-pack from a distributor, for less than a dollar per unit. We put our own clamshell packaging on it. After that, it goes out to the retail stores, for $29.95. We do have a lifetime warranty for our customers on these products...but, sheesh.
Mars XXX. Google it: The first hit is a Wikipedia article describing Mars candy bars, which says that the XXX variant is gold-wrapped and filled with bourbon. Every other hit for "Mars XXX" relating to candy is a copy of the Wikipedia article. This part of the Wikipedia article hasn't changed for months (at least).
I'd like to think that if Mars were selling bourbon-filled candy bars, that someone would've mentioned it outside of Wikipedia. Alas.
Er. Telnet has nothing to do with serial ports in these modern times.
Serial ports are fairly common on quality AV gear. They really are used for remote control in home automation and other settings, where infrared is generally less reliable and harder to work with. For example, gear from companies like Crestron can deal with these serial ports natively.
My own parents have taken two of their grandkids away from their folks, ostensibly because the real parents didn't have time, and came close to getting three more. One of them was my own. They did this, ostensibly, because the real parents were "bad" parents who didn't spend enough time with their kids, or who were too strict when they did.
I don't recognize them anymore. In fact, I've gone so far as to fire both of them.
I remember them as drunken/angry vigilant defenders of the castle. Mom had her rum, and the occasional office job -- Dad had a real, swing-shift job that ate his soul but made good money and the occasional beer. I remember being up late while Mom sang Barbara Straisand tunes and played the piano (which she was never very good at), and I remember growing up in fear of waking up Dad when he'd been working nights.
Mom would bring home weird guys from the bar while Dad was at work. And there was a special belt that Dad had, mostly for when we'd pissed off Mom somehow and that made her tell him to "do something." The belt eventually broke in the middle. (For Mom, kitchen utensils were the favorite implement.)
But they've been going to church for the past few years, so they know better for what's good for their grandkids than the kids' own parents do. Court action ensues. Lies are told. Honesty defeated, kids disappear from the home they've always known.
Nay, on the grandparents. When I was a kid, Grandpa would take me to feed the ducks and get ice cream. If he had a problem with how I was being treated, he'd talk to my folks about it until he was satisfied. Nowadays (and this is in more than one family that I know) the grandparents think they've got it all figured out, and are willing to abandon their own children in order to do what's "right" for their grandkids.
Nay, again. Parents need to step up and be parents, and grandparents need to be grandparents. Any other way and the kids end up even more screwed up than they were going to be otherwise, while the courts seem to think it's OK.
I like maps, too. I like to look at them, I like to connect the dots. I like the little bits of random knowledge that I pick up in doing so. My Dad taught me how to read a map before I even learned how to read English.
But I hate using maps when driving. In the car, I find them cumbersome, verbose, generally annoying, and difficult to remember.
To top it all off, I get lost very easily, for whatever reason. Back in the day, I used to even get lost at school. (Hey, we've all got problems.)
So, I use GPS. When it's important to be timely (I often travel for work), it gets me there with reasonable efficiency, and I don't get lost. The constant hand-holding is actually useful and welcome, for me, sometimes. (Before GPS was commonly available, I once missed a turn, and ended up taking a 100-mile detour. My co-worker was calling on the 2-way radio asking me where I was, and I didn't know I was fucked until I noticed his voice was all distant and static-y. Those radios had range of 30 or 40 miles on this terrain.)
But, on my own time, I like traveling for fun. I don't always take the Interstate even when it's faster, and I really enjoy finding new things in my travels. I'm not afraid of wandering around on dirt roads all afternoon. But, I still use GPS.
I think there's a couple of things about GPS navigation that you don't understand:
1. It can be told to shut up. Then, you can drive wherever you want, however you want. See something over there, a little bit off your path? Go there. Want to stop off at a small town that the highway avoids? Goferit. And when you get tired of doing that, or it starts getting dark out (boring, usually) it'll get you back on track.
2. It will go wherever you want it to. You don't like the directions? Ignore them. Mute them. Drive where you feel like. You don't like this exit? Skip it. It'll adjust quickly, and when (and if) you want help, just give the screen a look and it'll give you a reasonable next step.
3. When driving for fun, you can just -go-. Forget the maps, forget about destinations, forget GPS. Spend a day or so just seeing what there is to see. It's cheaper than a movie, and for me, one of my favorite ways to kill a Sunday. Eventually, though, it becomes time to head home: The dog needs fed, the wife wants chocolate, or some such thing. Push a couple of buttons, though, and all of the random adventure is gone -- it gets you over to a major road in a hurry, and you're headed back. Of course, you're still free to tell it to shut the hell up (see 1, above) or correct it (2), if its directions aren't jiving right with your mojo at that instant.
GPS units don't compute a static path from A to B. They compute a dynamic path from wherever you're currently at, to whatever your destination is. Most of them can come in very handy as a local directory, as well: Sometimes, you NEED some coolant for the engine. You might NEED a tire. Or NEED a hospital. Or, at your advanced age, you might NEED a bathroom. It'll get you to those places even if you have no clue at all where you're at except "Somewhere on C, between A and B."
I, for one, welcome any combination of hydroelectric, geothermal, solar, wind, or nuclear facilities in my own backyard, as long as I get to keep some meaningful residual income from it. I would also welcome the addition of one or more cellular towers to my estate, under the same pretense.
The video shows wildly-varying compression ratios depending on instantaneous load, up to 50:1.
I'd say, then, that the engine must learn the characteristics of the fuel which happens to be in use very, very quickly in order to achieve this. It's not so much adjusting for the last fillup, as it is adjusting for the conditions at this very moment.
I would guess that a knock sensor (or similar magic, perhaps in plural) and fancy software does the trick. I'd guess that they use somewhat risky engine management, as opposed to the very conservative and slow tuning performed by typical ECUs. This would allow it to be very aggressive, while not exceeding the mechanical limits of the engine, as it learned the limits of the particular fuel which is in use in order to maximize economy or power (whichever it might be being asked for at the moment), or anything in between.
Just because it takes a typical engine a good while to adjust, does not mean that it's impossible to improve that adjustment period to just a few cycles.
Wooden houses are not permanent CO2 sinks, either. They eventually (all of them) decompose and rot. Regular maintenance preserves the integrity of the structure, but frequently (in the decades- and centuries-long time frames worth discussing when the word "permanent" is bandied about) results in old wood being replaced by new wood. The old wood is typically either burned or buried, and in either case will release its carbon back to the environment. And the maintenance, itself, is not devoid of its own carbon footprint -- contractors drive trucks, use power tools, and work with materials which are also delivered from their source by means of fossil fuels.
I have no citations or studies. These are just my experiences in life, having lived in old, wooden houses for most of it.
I shouldn't give permission for an officer to search me or my car. If he does it anyway, save my complaints for later.
Certainly, that's how it should play out in the US: Verbally refuse all searches. Every. Single. Time. Be polite about it, but be clear. And if they decide to search anyway, do not do anything to physically impede them -- that fight comes later.
At a border crossing, though, you're not yet inside the US. You have not yet succeeded in entering the country. The Constitution need not apply.
Therefore, I think it's best to be as agreeable as possible when crossing a border. They want to look in the trunk? Offer to open it for them. They want paperwork? Produce it. They want to ask you questions? Answer them. They want everyone out of the car so they can dig through it? Let them.
IMHO, of course, but I'm very aware that my rights as an American only exist when I'm on American soil.
15 years ago, it might have been largely done using a lot of custom logic on custom hardware, not software running on general-purpose hardware as is the norm these days.
General purpose computing has come a long way in the past 1.5 decades.
If one does want their public performance to be public, then one should not perform it in public.
It is moronic to assume that one should be able to recant and recall and invalidate their past actions, even if they do turn out to be somewhat embarrassing as age, wisdom, and reality take their toll on the subject.
Folks are frequently documented doing far worse things in public. Will it come back to haunt them? Perhaps. But it doesn't matter: It's not the photographer's role to censor the public actions of those around them, but rather just to record reality through the view of a lens.
Folks need to be responsible for their own actions, for they are theirs alone.
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I've wanted that for at least a decade.
However: With space being so cheap lately, it's rapidly becoming practical to have all of your music in your car all of the time, anyway, on a cheap FLASH device that doesn't mind the temperature variations like an HDD does.
Furthermore, with bandwidth being so cheap and available lately, it's rapidly becoming practical to have all of your music in your house streamable to your car, wherever it is. I've been doing this with my Droid, lately, and it works fine.
Answer to your question: Nothing. The power supply for the radio will inherently be rather well isolated, as it's very easy to do in the conversion from 12V that the car produces to the 5V that the USB radio uses.
Answers to your quandary: Microwaves the same bit of spectrum that WiFi does, except with something in the neighborhood of 1,000 Watts instead of the ~0.060 Watts that your access point uses; it doesn't take much microwave leakage before interference happens. Try different channels; it sometimes seems to help, often to the point that the symptom goes away completely.
Furnace: Your blower motors are dirty or tired. They should not create enough RF noise to cause WiFi to notice. A skilled electrician can install a capacitor ("radio condenser") at the furnace, which might help some.
TV: Who knows. There's a lot of stuff going on in a modern entertainment system, and I won't conject without more information.
Finally: Do the lights in your house ever get brighter when a heavy load (dishwasher pump, clothes washer, vacuum cleaner, etc) switches on?
I can write a check to you for any value I want to. The only real guarantee you, a mere individual, have that it is valid is this: My word.
Which, really, isn't all that dissimilar to EFT.
*sigh*
s/countries/men/
There goes any hope of migrating to New Zealand once I become financially independent.
That's what I was doing.
Either.
Back in context: This delay seemingly inherent in current implementations of Electronic Funds Transfer, is worse than a paper check...how, exactly?
Sure, with a check you've got a bit of paper (at some point) which states that so-and-so promises to pay $x from the account in the MICR code at the bottom. But once you pass that on to your bank, you're still waiting, and you still don't know if the transaction was valid until the money actually lands in your account some days later.
(Not that I'm arguing against what may be your main point: There should be a much faster means of conducting a transaction between layfolk than exists now.)
Flamewar? It's a dead topic. Nobody's going to read this but you and I.
But as long as we're talking about the sake of Fuck: My post was modded funny for a reason.
How old am I?
Are you really complaining that someone picked on you, after you were picking on someone else?
Wow. You've got a long ways to go, kid.
Where I work (which shall rename nameless), it goes like this:
We buy cheap, Chinese chargers loose-pack from a distributor, for less than a dollar per unit. We put our own clamshell packaging on it. After that, it goes out to the retail stores, for $29.95. We do have a lifetime warranty for our customers on these products...but, sheesh.
Mars XXX. Google it: The first hit is a Wikipedia article describing Mars candy bars, which says that the XXX variant is gold-wrapped and filled with bourbon. Every other hit for "Mars XXX" relating to candy is a copy of the Wikipedia article. This part of the Wikipedia article hasn't changed for months (at least).
I'd like to think that if Mars were selling bourbon-filled candy bars, that someone would've mentioned it outside of Wikipedia. Alas.
Maybe you should've showed up earlier to the party.
It was a counterpoint, with an example.
No offense, but I don't see what your lack of comprehension really has to do with anything.
Er. Telnet has nothing to do with serial ports in these modern times.
Serial ports are fairly common on quality AV gear. They really are used for remote control in home automation and other settings, where infrared is generally less reliable and harder to work with. For example, gear from companies like Crestron can deal with these serial ports natively.
Nay, on the grandparents being more involved
My own parents have taken two of their grandkids away from their folks, ostensibly because the real parents didn't have time, and came close to getting three more. One of them was my own. They did this, ostensibly, because the real parents were "bad" parents who didn't spend enough time with their kids, or who were too strict when they did.
I don't recognize them anymore. In fact, I've gone so far as to fire both of them.
I remember them as drunken/angry vigilant defenders of the castle. Mom had her rum, and the occasional office job -- Dad had a real, swing-shift job that ate his soul but made good money and the occasional beer. I remember being up late while Mom sang Barbara Straisand tunes and played the piano (which she was never very good at), and I remember growing up in fear of waking up Dad when he'd been working nights.
Mom would bring home weird guys from the bar while Dad was at work. And there was a special belt that Dad had, mostly for when we'd pissed off Mom somehow and that made her tell him to "do something." The belt eventually broke in the middle. (For Mom, kitchen utensils were the favorite implement.)
But they've been going to church for the past few years, so they know better for what's good for their grandkids than the kids' own parents do. Court action ensues. Lies are told. Honesty defeated, kids disappear from the home they've always known.
Nay, on the grandparents. When I was a kid, Grandpa would take me to feed the ducks and get ice cream. If he had a problem with how I was being treated, he'd talk to my folks about it until he was satisfied. Nowadays (and this is in more than one family that I know) the grandparents think they've got it all figured out, and are willing to abandon their own children in order to do what's "right" for their grandkids.
Nay, again. Parents need to step up and be parents, and grandparents need to be grandparents. Any other way and the kids end up even more screwed up than they were going to be otherwise, while the courts seem to think it's OK.
I like maps, too. I like to look at them, I like to connect the dots. I like the little bits of random knowledge that I pick up in doing so. My Dad taught me how to read a map before I even learned how to read English.
But I hate using maps when driving. In the car, I find them cumbersome, verbose, generally annoying, and difficult to remember.
To top it all off, I get lost very easily, for whatever reason. Back in the day, I used to even get lost at school. (Hey, we've all got problems.)
So, I use GPS. When it's important to be timely (I often travel for work), it gets me there with reasonable efficiency, and I don't get lost. The constant hand-holding is actually useful and welcome, for me, sometimes. (Before GPS was commonly available, I once missed a turn, and ended up taking a 100-mile detour. My co-worker was calling on the 2-way radio asking me where I was, and I didn't know I was fucked until I noticed his voice was all distant and static-y. Those radios had range of 30 or 40 miles on this terrain.)
But, on my own time, I like traveling for fun. I don't always take the Interstate even when it's faster, and I really enjoy finding new things in my travels. I'm not afraid of wandering around on dirt roads all afternoon. But, I still use GPS.
I think there's a couple of things about GPS navigation that you don't understand:
1. It can be told to shut up. Then, you can drive wherever you want, however you want. See something over there, a little bit off your path? Go there. Want to stop off at a small town that the highway avoids? Goferit. And when you get tired of doing that, or it starts getting dark out (boring, usually) it'll get you back on track.
2. It will go wherever you want it to. You don't like the directions? Ignore them. Mute them. Drive where you feel like. You don't like this exit? Skip it. It'll adjust quickly, and when (and if) you want help, just give the screen a look and it'll give you a reasonable next step.
3. When driving for fun, you can just -go-. Forget the maps, forget about destinations, forget GPS. Spend a day or so just seeing what there is to see. It's cheaper than a movie, and for me, one of my favorite ways to kill a Sunday. Eventually, though, it becomes time to head home: The dog needs fed, the wife wants chocolate, or some such thing. Push a couple of buttons, though, and all of the random adventure is gone -- it gets you over to a major road in a hurry, and you're headed back. Of course, you're still free to tell it to shut the hell up (see 1, above) or correct it (2), if its directions aren't jiving right with your mojo at that instant.
GPS units don't compute a static path from A to B. They compute a dynamic path from wherever you're currently at, to whatever your destination is. Most of them can come in very handy as a local directory, as well: Sometimes, you NEED some coolant for the engine. You might NEED a tire. Or NEED a hospital. Or, at your advanced age, you might NEED a bathroom. It'll get you to those places even if you have no clue at all where you're at except "Somewhere on C, between A and B."
A guy calling himself "V!NCENT" should perhaps have a good, hard look at himself before sarcastically insulting others in 1337-speak.
Publishers and editors, sure.
But not revisionists.
I stand by my opinion, no matter how unpopular it might be.
I, for one, welcome any combination of hydroelectric, geothermal, solar, wind, or nuclear facilities in my own backyard, as long as I get to keep some meaningful residual income from it. I would also welcome the addition of one or more cellular towers to my estate, under the same pretense.
Others may vary.
The video shows wildly-varying compression ratios depending on instantaneous load, up to 50:1.
I'd say, then, that the engine must learn the characteristics of the fuel which happens to be in use very, very quickly in order to achieve this. It's not so much adjusting for the last fillup, as it is adjusting for the conditions at this very moment.
I would guess that a knock sensor (or similar magic, perhaps in plural) and fancy software does the trick. I'd guess that they use somewhat risky engine management, as opposed to the very conservative and slow tuning performed by typical ECUs. This would allow it to be very aggressive, while not exceeding the mechanical limits of the engine, as it learned the limits of the particular fuel which is in use in order to maximize economy or power (whichever it might be being asked for at the moment), or anything in between.
Just because it takes a typical engine a good while to adjust, does not mean that it's impossible to improve that adjustment period to just a few cycles.
Wooden houses are not permanent CO2 sinks, either. They eventually (all of them) decompose and rot. Regular maintenance preserves the integrity of the structure, but frequently (in the decades- and centuries-long time frames worth discussing when the word "permanent" is bandied about) results in old wood being replaced by new wood. The old wood is typically either burned or buried, and in either case will release its carbon back to the environment. And the maintenance, itself, is not devoid of its own carbon footprint -- contractors drive trucks, use power tools, and work with materials which are also delivered from their source by means of fossil fuels.
I have no citations or studies. These are just my experiences in life, having lived in old, wooden houses for most of it.
Certainly, that's how it should play out in the US: Verbally refuse all searches. Every. Single. Time. Be polite about it, but be clear. And if they decide to search anyway, do not do anything to physically impede them -- that fight comes later.
At a border crossing, though, you're not yet inside the US. You have not yet succeeded in entering the country. The Constitution need not apply.
Therefore, I think it's best to be as agreeable as possible when crossing a border. They want to look in the trunk? Offer to open it for them. They want paperwork? Produce it. They want to ask you questions? Answer them. They want everyone out of the car so they can dig through it? Let them.
IMHO, of course, but I'm very aware that my rights as an American only exist when I'm on American soil.
These days, at least.
15 years ago, it might have been largely done using a lot of custom logic on custom hardware, not software running on general-purpose hardware as is the norm these days.
General purpose computing has come a long way in the past 1.5 decades.
If one does want their public performance to be public, then one should not perform it in public.
It is moronic to assume that one should be able to recant and recall and invalidate their past actions, even if they do turn out to be somewhat embarrassing as age, wisdom, and reality take their toll on the subject.
Folks are frequently documented doing far worse things in public. Will it come back to haunt them? Perhaps. But it doesn't matter: It's not the photographer's role to censor the public actions of those around them, but rather just to record reality through the view of a lens.
Folks need to be responsible for their own actions, for they are theirs alone.