Around here (Arizona) it's $28/hr. That's like $1120 per 40-h week, or $56K salary. Pretty easy to hit in IT. The point is, it could be $5.15/hr, and the new law says no time-and-a-half for administrative personnel. If you so much as "mentor" another employee, the employer can class you as administrative.
But I love how my original post got two "Troll" mods despite being the truth. Must be a lot of disgruntled Bushies out there.
There's an innate right to observe the network traffic being transmitted as RF energy through your body by the owner of the network.
But there's no permission to transmit into it, and without transmitting packets, you have no control of what the network broadcasts.
So if he was getting his kiddie-porn fix by driving around looking for open 802.11 broadcasts of other local pedophiles, then there'd be no "theft of communications."
Frankly, I hope they charge him with shoplifting, drug trafficking, and insider trading, as well. Pedophiles should have to give up all their rights, including those to due process.
Me and my ex are driving home from Disneyland and decide to spend a couple of days in Palm Springs, because it's the off-season and there's hardly anyone there.
So we go out the first night to a small Italian place near the hotel.
And besides us, there's the "maitre-d", who's just this guy in a polo shirt, and these three guys in the corner.
One is a runty little guy I hardly remember; one is a taller guy with a salt and pepper pompadour and a palooka's nose; and the third is this big, fat guy in golf clothes named Tony. You got it. Fat Tony.
Palm Springs, in case nobody's mentioned, is a rather famous place for mob guys to vacation, lay low, or get sent to stay the fuck out of the way of the real operators. These guys were no tourists on their way home from Disneyland (that was us, remember).
Anyway, Fat Tony is obviously the more connected of the Off-season Goodfellas, and is holding court for his two hangers-on. We eavesdropped; like we could have avoided it. Seriously, this place had like 8 tables. Tony's telling them all sorts of things about life, The Life, and why drinking a bottle of beer half a glass at a time is the best way to do it. Obviously.
Meanwhile, the maitre-d is answering the phone, doing the usual restaurant stuff, about five feet from me. And one of these calls he says to the handset, "You know what you do. You go to the [generic national chain bar] and talk to [some guy]. Tell him you're looking for Wanda. Wicked Wanda. Aright? Cool."
I almost spit fettuccini alfredo through my nose.
Between that, and Fat Tony's rather disoriented views on life, I don't think we could have been more entertained.
Until the next night, at the seafood restaurant, when this was overheard coming from the next table, having been spoke by a tall, stunning, well-stacked, supremely Italian woman in a red gingham dress (look it up; don't drink anything while looking it up) to an Alec Baldwin lookalike, in the most thoroughing Brooklyn accent since Leo Gorcey:
"DID YOU FUCK HER?"
I tell you, if I hadn't been a competitive athlete, with superior respiratory training, there would have been cioppino and linguine all over the aisle.
The fact remains that I could be pulling in $150,000 as a programmer on the open market. But I make a third of that. So why am I risking a prison sentence or the potential of a lifetime in witness protection for a job that doesn't make me all that rich? Simple: When you start making a lot of money, you get noticed by the biggest bullies on the block - the cops and the IRS - and I don't want that. I like living below the radar. I sublet a friend's apartment and pay his utility bills with money orders that I purchase at the post office or at one of those check-cashing storefronts. Because I get paid entirely in cash, I don't fork over any taxes. When you get right down to it, I'm an idealist. I don't condone the actions of the US government. By refusing to pay taxes, I withhold my financial support. And, truth be told, I like mobsters. They're more willing to accept you at face value. They aren't hung up on college degrees, or where you live, or how many criminal convictions you have.
So if we buy the subtext, he's your typical, semi-educated loser (precisely the profile of mob eggheads and enemy moles throughout history), who wouldn't be making $50k/year in a legit job, much less $50K take-home, justifying his criminal activity (and his inability to make any money at it) by saying he doesn't approve of the people who would--gladly and by all that is legally and morally right--put him in orange jumpsuits for the rest of his life.
Or, as I suspect, he's an invention of some half-inventive writer who's looking to run a nice Internet troll, maybe get a little play in the major news media.
My desktop machine is faster than a Cray 1, and it'll never be labelled "Supercomputer" by any rational being.
Unless their architecture actually hits the Top Ten, I'm not going to be impressed that it's overcoming its handicap. Unless you're running a Special Olympics for computers and "everyone's a winner."
This wasn't a statistical analysis. They guessed at a range, and failed. And then hid their failure with bad graphics. Which fooled you even after I pointed out their failings.
The graph goes up to 1.8 (what's that? flying into a picture window at the speed of sound?)
The conveniently large error bar on the one sample species causes the graph to be compressed and amplifies the presumed conclusion beyond the significance of the data displayed.
If you look at the later graph, it's still not very evocative, as a reasonable understanding of fluid dynamics will tell you that the force and flow will be proportional to the amplitude and frequency of the stroke. Several of the animals nevertheless deviate from the "predicted range" by a significant amount, and from their near neighbors by 100% or more. Why?
The graphs are presented to give us the impression that the hypothesis is proved. The fact is, the data do not fit the hypothesized range.
There's no reason not to perform an ordinary round of safety and reliability testing on this system. It's obvious they did nothing other than casual alpha and beta testing, with no code inspection, no robustness, no structural coverage, and no documentation of faults.
They don't even follow the laws when taking machines out of service to be repaired at the polls.
It's not worth discussing the merits of the current machines. They have none.
Nova has pretty much sucked for a long time. For a while, it seemed to be shilling for the drug industry. And then doing political stuff, and soft science.
I have the String Theory episode on my ReplayTV, but haven't watched it yet. I'm sure this will be a little more informative than the usual recent Nova, but it's never going to live up to the days of Philip Morrison narrating the Cosmic Background Radiation episode.
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Sounds theoretical.
Theoretically, a 1-cm silicon memory chip stores way more than a GB per cc.
But good luck stacking them at that density with any hope of reliability.
Why is a guy who has a goddamn CODING STYLE named after him INTERVIEWING a guy who "architected" a ripoff of TWO successful p2p-chat protocols?
Did I miss an edit in the force, or what?
When will Dell start charging (like Microsoft) for telephone help?
>The new limit was raised to $400-450 a week
Around here (Arizona) it's $28/hr. That's like $1120 per 40-h week, or $56K salary. Pretty easy to hit in IT. The point is, it could be $5.15/hr, and the new law says no time-and-a-half for administrative personnel. If you so much as "mentor" another employee, the employer can class you as administrative.
But I love how my original post got two "Troll" mods despite being the truth. Must be a lot of disgruntled Bushies out there.
> Charge for 40 hours of "out of hours" work
BZZZZZT!
As a BOFH, you are a System Administrator, No?
Administrator...Administration...Management.
The Bush administration just outlawed OT pay for Managers.
Have a nice day.
They have no hope of bucking the Earth Simulator and taking the real crown, so they're pretending the rules have changed.
Yeah. Stodgy.
There is permission to transmit on the spectrum, not on someone else's network.
I think sheriff's deputies are a jury of a pedophile's peers, but you have to know sheriff's deputies to believe that.
Close.
There's an innate right to observe the network traffic being transmitted as RF energy through your body by the owner of the network.
But there's no permission to transmit into it, and without transmitting packets, you have no control of what the network broadcasts.
So if he was getting his kiddie-porn fix by driving around looking for open 802.11 broadcasts of other local pedophiles, then there'd be no "theft of communications."
Frankly, I hope they charge him with shoplifting, drug trafficking, and insider trading, as well. Pedophiles should have to give up all their rights, including those to due process.
Only 50 million?
What?
Am I the only one reading
(*sound of crickets*)
Nah. The dress had a much more obnoxious check to it.
Think Eye-talian restaurant tablecloth.
True story:
Me and my ex are driving home from Disneyland and decide to spend a couple of days in Palm Springs, because it's the off-season and there's hardly anyone there.
So we go out the first night to a small Italian place near the hotel.
And besides us, there's the "maitre-d", who's just this guy in a polo shirt, and these three guys in the corner.
One is a runty little guy I hardly remember; one is a taller guy with a salt and pepper pompadour and a palooka's nose; and the third is this big, fat guy in golf clothes named Tony. You got it. Fat Tony.
Palm Springs, in case nobody's mentioned, is a rather famous place for mob guys to vacation, lay low, or get sent to stay the fuck out of the way of the real operators. These guys were no tourists on their way home from Disneyland (that was us, remember).
Anyway, Fat Tony is obviously the more connected of the Off-season Goodfellas, and is holding court for his two hangers-on. We eavesdropped; like we could have avoided it. Seriously, this place had like 8 tables. Tony's telling them all sorts of things about life, The Life, and why drinking a bottle of beer half a glass at a time is the best way to do it. Obviously.
Meanwhile, the maitre-d is answering the phone, doing the usual restaurant stuff, about five feet from me. And one of these calls he says to the handset, "You know what you do. You go to the [generic national chain bar] and talk to [some guy]. Tell him you're looking for Wanda. Wicked Wanda. Aright? Cool."
I almost spit fettuccini alfredo through my nose.
Between that, and Fat Tony's rather disoriented views on life, I don't think we could have been more entertained.
Until the next night, at the seafood restaurant, when this was overheard coming from the next table, having been spoke by a tall, stunning, well-stacked, supremely Italian woman in a red gingham dress (look it up; don't drink anything while looking it up) to an Alec Baldwin lookalike, in the most thoroughing Brooklyn accent since Leo Gorcey:
"DID YOU FUCK HER?"
I tell you, if I hadn't been a competitive athlete, with superior respiratory training, there would have been cioppino and linguine all over the aisle.
The fact remains that I could be pulling in $150,000 as a programmer on the open market. But I make a third of that. So why am I risking a prison sentence or the potential of a lifetime in witness protection for a job that doesn't make me all that rich? Simple: When you start making a lot of money, you get noticed by the biggest bullies on the block - the cops and the IRS - and I don't want that. I like living below the radar. I sublet a friend's apartment and pay his utility bills with money orders that I purchase at the post office or at one of those check-cashing storefronts. Because I get paid entirely in cash, I don't fork over any taxes. When you get right down to it, I'm an idealist. I don't condone the actions of the US government. By refusing to pay taxes, I withhold my financial support. And, truth be told, I like mobsters. They're more willing to accept you at face value. They aren't hung up on college degrees, or where you live, or how many criminal convictions you have.
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So if we buy the subtext, he's your typical, semi-educated loser (precisely the profile of mob eggheads and enemy moles throughout history), who wouldn't be making $50k/year in a legit job, much less $50K take-home, justifying his criminal activity (and his inability to make any money at it) by saying he doesn't approve of the people who would--gladly and by all that is legally and morally right--put him in orange jumpsuits for the rest of his life.
Or, as I suspect, he's an invention of some half-inventive writer who's looking to run a nice Internet troll, maybe get a little play in the major news media.
I'm sure he's thrilled that
How could the home of the 8-tab root password hate "open" anything?
My desktop machine is faster than a Cray 1, and it'll never be labelled "Supercomputer" by any rational being.
Unless their architecture actually hits the Top Ten, I'm not going to be impressed that it's overcoming its handicap. Unless you're running a Special Olympics for computers and "everyone's a winner."
This wasn't a statistical analysis. They guessed at a range, and failed. And then hid their failure with bad graphics. Which fooled you even after I pointed out their failings.
The graph goes up to 1.8 (what's that? flying into a picture window at the speed of sound?)
The conveniently large error bar on the one sample species causes the graph to be compressed and amplifies the presumed conclusion beyond the significance of the data displayed.
If you look at the later graph, it's still not very evocative, as a reasonable understanding of fluid dynamics will tell you that the force and flow will be proportional to the amplitude and frequency of the stroke. Several of the animals nevertheless deviate from the "predicted range" by a significant amount, and from their near neighbors by 100% or more. Why?
The graphs are presented to give us the impression that the hypothesis is proved. The fact is, the data do not fit the hypothesized range.
To imply similarity, make the graph larger than it needs to be. Then all of your points will fall in a narrow range and appear closer together.
For this and other presentation crocks, read How to Lie with Charts, and its fore-runners, How to Lie with Statistics and How to Lie with Maps.
Then sells the spammers the trick to circumvent it.
I bet most
There's no reason not to perform an ordinary round of safety and reliability testing on this system. It's obvious they did nothing other than casual alpha and beta testing, with no code inspection, no robustness, no structural coverage, and no documentation of faults.
They don't even follow the laws when taking machines out of service to be repaired at the polls.
It's not worth discussing the merits of the current machines. They have none.
So putting Bush in office was just a way to find a job for an unemployed experimental chimp.
Nova has pretty much sucked for a long time. For a while, it seemed to be shilling for the drug industry. And then doing political stuff, and soft science.
I have the String Theory episode on my ReplayTV, but haven't watched it yet. I'm sure this will be a little more informative than the usual recent Nova, but it's never going to live up to the days of Philip Morrison narrating the Cosmic Background Radiation episode.
Both centripetal acceleration and centrifugal force exist. Just ask your hand next time you swing a bucket full of sand.