Well, there's the problems with the medium itself, then there's the format, as you say (ought to be right up a cryptanalyst's alley, tho), then there's the real blocker: number of tracks, head design, and the circuitry that goes with it. Unless there are good documents for the machine's design and building, or one can be found in working order in a museum, you're SOL. It's a big problem that doesn't get much exposure.
For A. - as I understand it a good emulator can, for instance, contain a complete virtual 6502 sufficient for doing assembly coding. On the off chance, have you poked around in relevant forums to find out if others have the same problem or are able to get Duke running? I don't know from sound cards so only two ideas come to mind; one, again, hit the forums, and also see if you might have success with converting the sound output to a different format, one that the sound card (driver, really) expects to get.
Anyway, I think you raise good points, ones I don't see mentioned very often if at all.
From the title of the conference and almost every sentence of the summary afterwards the verbification of nouns alone ensured I wouldn't read the article. The stopping point for me was "....will diversity their experimental capital."
Yes, I figured it was a typo, but enough, already.
If there is indeed a shift in responsibility for the ideas and questions which prompt research away from the executive floor (where I doubt many of those occur anyway) then it would to me also suggest paying the highers less. (It would also bolster my long-standing argument for employee ownership; the social mechanisms in that approach would tend to favor the organization's acknowledgement of leaders rather than acquiescence to the psychopathy of the power-hungry.)
Thanks, all, for the up mods. However silly or minor it's a good feeling to contribute something in passing to someone else's moment in a day.
Right after I clicked submit I realized that Wednesday would have been better as "after lunch it's hump day" and that Monday only needed "sobering up."
I really wish I could remember how Greg told it. He'd just come in to the Bohemian Embassy in East Lansing, whether from work or out of town - Olds would send him to places to fix things - and the conversation had turned to cars or manufacturing or something as it did. The way he told it held not only the great ring of truth but was hilarious - all of us were laughing hard enough to hurt and TJ even spilled some of his beer. GBS had a way with words, he did. I just now realized I don't even know if he's still alive. Shit. Half the people I knew from then are dead already. Aaaah, dammit it all anyway.
Your last sentence gave me my first good heart-and-belly laugh of the long day. Thanks! I'm sure I've read at least a little of each if only for a class, but it might take past-life regression hypnosis to find out. For that matter I've never read any Proust apart from several paragraphs in a review or reminisce.
I've read other things where I simply reached a saturation limit; got down to the last 120 pages of Solzhenitsyn's three-volume Gulag Archipelago and put it back carefully on the shelf. The weight of what I felt as the unrelenting shitstorm of the almost banal horror at what some can, have done, and do, to others was smothering - spark of the tenacious hope, defiance, resigned yet maybe-important survival or no. I'm amazed that he could write it, but maybe he had to get it all out. I didn't need to get it all in. There might be something important to me in those last pages but after almost forty years I've not had enough curiosity to find out.
These days I settle often for some middling-good sci-fi and maybe a bit of bio and history, although I did download some Marcus Aurelius for winter evenings. We'll see how it goes.
That's an interesting and, dare I say, insightful way of looking at it. With Shirley, below, I think it'd be good to look at figures to see where they fall. It could well be that different populations skew to winter or summer, or even the other two seasons (farmers, after harvest? - which would be spring, down under), for instance. We'd also need to check whether volume of serious stuff is indeed relatively constant over time. Unless it's covered by the guys who did the study it may even be time to ask 'em a few questions.
[As an aside, my surgeon scheduled my op three weeks in advance; I spoke with him this morning, but didn't get around to asking him about it in the press of other things discussed.]
I don't know where you've been, but every op I've had in the last twenty years, from the time a nurse and orderly show up in staging, they check my wristband, ask me my name and birth-date, then check against paper package laying on or next to me. This happens every place I go, by every new person, all the way onto the operating table. The process continues from recovery and on to the ward and into my room.
Every new doctor, nurse, or CNA checks the same stuff if they're going to do anything or give me anything. Even the people from the kitchen check name and DOB when bringing food. A nurse I might see four days a week for a month would say "Hi" if she brought water, but for pills, shots, or I.V. bags it would be name, DOB, wristband, orders packet, every time.
As for stuff left inside, I'm hardly awake to monitor, there's a bit of trust going on. A possible solution would be a scan - ultrasound, whatever, before patient leaves the theatre while people make a final count of tools, sponges, etc.
There's pre-assembly. The body parts are painted. Depending on make, there is partial assembly. Line design varies, so consider a pallet with main body, hood, trunk lid. Doors get fitted out, where and when depends on line.
Day of final assembly, frame goes on one end of line, the process starts - engine, drive-train, sub-assemblies, wiring harness, body join, seats, hook ups, detailing (all the little parts, etc.), fluids. Drive off.
Standard B-body GM, average I heard and read back in '70s was around 3 hours. (I tried checking this for most of the past hour and it's slim pickings for good info, and my search-fu is not so good, especially today.) Anyone here now working on line, please chime in, I'd like to know also what it's like these days.
A friend worked for Oldsmobile in Lansing for over ten years, from line to supervisor to trouble-shooter. In those days ('70s) one could order a car and make a reservation to watch it being built. Friend said overall best build quality was on a Wednesday around 10:30 am.
Monday - sobering up, where am I, where does this go Tuesday - relearn job, getting the hang of it by afternoon Wednesday - fired up and in the groove, but tiring after lunch Thursday - tired, bored, and sloppy Friday - you're kidding, right? It's freaking Friday, I'm out of here.
I just checked out the 'elevated by Rgba and TBC' - might fine. I haven't kept up on the demoscene since I was introduced to it in '89. Amazing stuff, then and now, and some wizard programming.
It's a city of ~70,000 in north central U.S. There's a Flight for Life chopper based at the local airport, used to be a National Guard squadron of Hueys until about ten years back, and some whirlybirds from some of the TV stations at a city not too far away. Oh, and there's a charter operation has a helicopter, don't know if it's used by sheriffs or city.
Wow, that's one fine piece of equipment! Also twice my annual income. Thanks for finding it.
"cheaper to get the original artists to reform and perform live in your home."
Um, no, especially when you add in transpo, accomodations, consumables. For a lot of it, it wouldn't work anyway, too many of 'em are indisposed or dead.
I remember years back the Army (late '60s?) was looking at a six-wheel utility vehicle that had motor in hub. I seem to recall at least one car from around turn last century did so; there've been others. Various methods have been looked at, electrical, compressed air, steam, and hydraulic using oil.
Biggest problem that I recall is the matter of sprung weight. I know there is some good discussion of this around on the Web, but read it so far back I wouldn't know where to point you, you'll have to use your search-fu. Along the way there is some really interesting engineering to look at. Some guys in Britain built one recently - few years back, had a couple of write-ups on BBC. That project alone is worth looking for.
I'm with you, though; I still like the idea. You get the traction control and anti-skid braking as well with good software. I also like hybrid - gas, diesel, fuel cell, hamster wheel... but the trade-off of course is extra weight and fuel for the ICE against convenience for places where there's a paucity of charging stations. Maybe we should have gone with Tesla's beamed power.
No offense, man, but anybody reads War and Peace on a three-inch screen is a masochist. For that matter, anyone who reads it at all. No, no, just kidding. Really. Mostly.
I read it, maybe might even have read had it not been required. I'm sure that my life is richer for reading it. I know that it caused me some thinking about stuff. But today I haven't a clue what I got out of it. Sometimes I think that some of the books people put on the required reading lists or the "You must read these books to be properly human." lists do so because "I had to read it, and I'm gonna make you read, just to pass along the pain." It's like playing tag with a branch off a rose bush.
That's some tasty thinking, man. One key thing is future cost of energy. If energy is cheap enough ("too cheap to be metered" as some of the early blurbs for nuclear power had it) then those not in the intellectual one-percent will be able to make what they need for the most part. Our whole thinking and doing about one's station and worth in life along with the entire economic system and its rationale while have to change radically. It will be a [ahem] paradigm shift. Much of the basic thinking on this has been kicking around for years, it's just that few do think on it and fewer take it seriously. Those who read widely in science fiction will have had at least some exposure to bits and pieces of it.
For an interesting take, see http://marshallbrain.com/ and click on "Manna" - it's a quick read and covers some of the ground.
OSS as human future is one thought-provoking....er, thought. Thanks for that.
How many kids do you know with a wife and daughter?
As for silly little games, well, de gustibus, and all that. LunDOS looks rather interesting - you get DOS for all the old programs and games along with a basic GEM environment (familiar to me from years with an array of Atari ST's.) With networking. I wouldn't call that totally trivial by any stretch.
But then I probably missed your sarcasm. So sue me.
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Well, there's the problems with the medium itself, then there's the format, as you say (ought to be right up a cryptanalyst's alley, tho), then there's the real blocker: number of tracks, head design, and the circuitry that goes with it. Unless there are good documents for the machine's design and building, or one can be found in working order in a museum, you're SOL. It's a big problem that doesn't get much exposure.
For A. - as I understand it a good emulator can, for instance, contain a complete virtual 6502 sufficient for doing assembly coding. On the off chance, have you poked around in relevant forums to find out if others have the same problem or are able to get Duke running? I don't know from sound cards so only two ideas come to mind; one, again, hit the forums, and also see if you might have success with converting the sound output to a different format, one that the sound card (driver, really) expects to get.
Anyway, I think you raise good points, ones I don't see mentioned very often if at all.
Very good information. Thank you. I'd no idea City of London was a biz not a gov't unit.
From the title of the conference and almost every sentence of the summary afterwards the verbification of nouns alone ensured I wouldn't read the article. The stopping point for me was "....will diversity their experimental capital."
Yes, I figured it was a typo, but enough, already.
If there is indeed a shift in responsibility for the ideas and questions which prompt research away from the executive floor (where I doubt many of those occur anyway) then it would to me also suggest paying the highers less. (It would also bolster my long-standing argument for employee ownership; the social mechanisms in that approach would tend to favor the organization's acknowledgement of leaders rather than acquiescence to the psychopathy of the power-hungry.)
Thanks, all, for the up mods. However silly or minor it's a good feeling to contribute something in passing to someone else's moment in a day.
Right after I clicked submit I realized that Wednesday would have been better as "after lunch it's hump day" and that Monday only needed "sobering up."
I really wish I could remember how Greg told it. He'd just come in to the Bohemian Embassy in East Lansing, whether from work or out of town - Olds would send him to places to fix things - and the conversation had turned to cars or manufacturing or something as it did. The way he told it held not only the great ring of truth but was hilarious - all of us were laughing hard enough to hurt and TJ even spilled some of his beer. GBS had a way with words, he did. I just now realized I don't even know if he's still alive. Shit. Half the people I knew from then are dead already. Aaaah, dammit it all anyway.
Good times, tho.
Your last sentence gave me my first good heart-and-belly laugh of the long day. Thanks! I'm sure I've read at least a little of each if only for a class, but it might take past-life regression hypnosis to find out. For that matter I've never read any Proust apart from several paragraphs in a review or reminisce.
I've read other things where I simply reached a saturation limit; got down to the last 120 pages of Solzhenitsyn's three-volume Gulag Archipelago and put it back carefully on the shelf. The weight of what I felt as the unrelenting shitstorm of the almost banal horror at what some can, have done, and do, to others was smothering - spark of the tenacious hope, defiance, resigned yet maybe-important survival or no. I'm amazed that he could write it, but maybe he had to get it all out. I didn't need to get it all in. There might be something important to me in those last pages but after almost forty years I've not had enough curiosity to find out.
These days I settle often for some middling-good sci-fi and maybe a bit of bio and history, although I did download some Marcus Aurelius for winter evenings. We'll see how it goes.
That's an interesting and, dare I say, insightful way of looking at it. With Shirley, below, I think it'd be good to look at figures to see where they fall. It could well be that different populations skew to winter or summer, or even the other two seasons (farmers, after harvest? - which would be spring, down under), for instance. We'd also need to check whether volume of serious stuff is indeed relatively constant over time. Unless it's covered by the guys who did the study it may even be time to ask 'em a few questions.
[As an aside, my surgeon scheduled my op three weeks in advance; I spoke with him this morning, but didn't get around to asking him about it in the press of other things discussed.]
We're not allowed to toss midgets anymore, so it's on to cadavers.
compete for quality
Like the ISPs and cable companies do?
I don't know where you've been, but every op I've had in the last twenty years, from the time a nurse and orderly show up in staging, they check my wristband, ask me my name and birth-date, then check against paper package laying on or next to me. This happens every place I go, by every new person, all the way onto the operating table. The process continues from recovery and on to the ward and into my room.
Every new doctor, nurse, or CNA checks the same stuff if they're going to do anything or give me anything. Even the people from the kitchen check name and DOB when bringing food. A nurse I might see four days a week for a month would say "Hi" if she brought water, but for pills, shots, or I.V. bags it would be name, DOB, wristband, orders packet, every time.
As for stuff left inside, I'm hardly awake to monitor, there's a bit of trust going on. A possible solution would be a scan - ultrasound, whatever, before patient leaves the theatre while people make a final count of tools, sponges, etc.
Gee, thanks. It was bad enough reading the freaking article. I go under 0830 Friday for a op done by a Da Vinci. Yay.
This is yet another "it depends."
There's pre-assembly. The body parts are painted. Depending on make, there is partial assembly. Line design varies, so consider a pallet with main body, hood, trunk lid. Doors get fitted out, where and when depends on line.
Day of final assembly, frame goes on one end of line, the process starts - engine, drive-train, sub-assemblies, wiring harness, body join, seats, hook ups, detailing (all the little parts, etc.), fluids. Drive off.
Standard B-body GM, average I heard and read back in '70s was around 3 hours. (I tried checking this for most of the past hour and it's slim pickings for good info, and my search-fu is not so good, especially today.) Anyone here now working on line, please chime in, I'd like to know also what it's like these days.
A friend worked for Oldsmobile in Lansing for over ten years, from line to supervisor to trouble-shooter. In those days ('70s) one could order a car and make a reservation to watch it being built. Friend said overall best build quality was on a Wednesday around 10:30 am.
Monday - sobering up, where am I, where does this go
Tuesday - relearn job, getting the hang of it by afternoon
Wednesday - fired up and in the groove, but tiring after lunch
Thursday - tired, bored, and sloppy
Friday - you're kidding, right? It's freaking Friday, I'm out of here.
Nifty little projects like this remind me a bit of the things that used to show up in Steve Ciarcia's Circuit Cellar in Byte.
I just checked out the 'elevated by Rgba and TBC' - might fine. I haven't kept up on the demoscene since I was introduced to it in '89. Amazing stuff, then and now, and some wizard programming.
Yup, I like it; have seen some projects and prototypes over the years doing just that. Seems a good way to go.
That's an interesting approach; neat idea.
It's a city of ~70,000 in north central U.S. There's a Flight for Life chopper based at the local airport, used to be a National Guard squadron of Hueys until about ten years back, and some whirlybirds from some of the TV stations at a city not too far away. Oh, and there's a charter operation has a helicopter, don't know if it's used by sheriffs or city.
Wow, that's one fine piece of equipment! Also twice my annual income. Thanks for finding it.
"cheaper to get the original artists to reform and perform live in your home."
Um, no, especially when you add in transpo, accomodations, consumables. For a lot of it, it wouldn't work anyway, too many of 'em are indisposed or dead.
mod this up, please, as insightful, 'cuz it is
I remember years back the Army (late '60s?) was looking at a six-wheel utility vehicle that had motor in hub. I seem to recall at least one car from around turn last century did so; there've been others. Various methods have been looked at, electrical, compressed air, steam, and hydraulic using oil.
Biggest problem that I recall is the matter of sprung weight. I know there is some good discussion of this around on the Web, but read it so far back I wouldn't know where to point you, you'll have to use your search-fu. Along the way there is some really interesting engineering to look at. Some guys in Britain built one recently - few years back, had a couple of write-ups on BBC. That project alone is worth looking for.
I'm with you, though; I still like the idea. You get the traction control and anti-skid braking as well with good software. I also like hybrid - gas, diesel, fuel cell, hamster wheel... but the trade-off of course is extra weight and fuel for the ICE against convenience for places where there's a paucity of charging stations. Maybe we should have gone with Tesla's beamed power.
No offense, man, but anybody reads War and Peace on a three-inch screen is a masochist. For that matter, anyone who reads it at all. No, no, just kidding. Really. Mostly.
I read it, maybe might even have read had it not been required. I'm sure that my life is richer for reading it. I know that it caused me some thinking about stuff. But today I haven't a clue what I got out of it. Sometimes I think that some of the books people put on the required reading lists or the "You must read these books to be properly human." lists do so because "I had to read it, and I'm gonna make you read, just to pass along the pain." It's like playing tag with a branch off a rose bush.
Three years? I wonder how long one must be missing to be declared dead. Seems to me the bank account should wait for probate or the equivalent.
That's some tasty thinking, man. One key thing is future cost of energy. If energy is cheap enough ("too cheap to be metered" as some of the early blurbs for nuclear power had it) then those not in the intellectual one-percent will be able to make what they need for the most part. Our whole thinking and doing about one's station and worth in life along with the entire economic system and its rationale while have to change radically. It will be a [ahem] paradigm shift. Much of the basic thinking on this has been kicking around for years, it's just that few do think on it and fewer take it seriously. Those who read widely in science fiction will have had at least some exposure to bits and pieces of it.
For an interesting take, see http://marshallbrain.com/ and click on "Manna" - it's a quick read and covers some of the ground.
OSS as human future is one thought-provoking....er, thought. Thanks for that.
How many kids do you know with a wife and daughter?
As for silly little games, well, de gustibus, and all that. LunDOS looks rather interesting - you get DOS for all the old programs and games along with a basic GEM environment (familiar to me from years with an array of Atari ST's.) With networking. I wouldn't call that totally trivial by any stretch.
But then I probably missed your sarcasm. So sue me.