Not that I think modern car stereos look good... give me those they made about 5-10 years ago: decent button layout, single color displays, and no frigging light-shows. *sighs*
No kidding. I don't know where I'm gonna get another Denon 970 for my new car. This is the second time I've traded a car in without pulling the head unit thinking, "There's gotta be something better available, now." *dumb, dumb, dumb*
Ok, here's the difference between civil disobedience and breaking the rules.
Civil disobedience is when you break a rule, then proclaim, "I have broken this rule, and I have broken it to show you all how unfair the rule is! I dare you to punish me!" then wait for the world to notice. Then you make more noise.
Breaking a rule 'cause you think its dumb and you can get away with it is just breaking a rule.
Speeding down that empty road with the 35 mph speed limit is not civil disobedience. Downloading mp3s of Napster or Gnutella or whatever the hell people are using these days is not civil disobedience.
Walking into your comp sci professor's office with ten other people after collaborating to create a useful application and saying, "We worked together on this. What are you going to do about it? Oh, and this guy works for the Washington Post." is civil disobedience.
If someone mounting a wilderness expedition can't be trusted to pack batteries and spares for their equipment, then they need to stay home and watch National Geographic Explorer on television.
A compass and map is smaller and lighter than an extra GPS Unit and extra batteries. You most likely wont need the backup anyway, so why pack the extra weight?
I don't know where you live, but "kleenex" has effectively replaced "tissue" here. It's one of those things you just deal with, like "hey, go get me a coke."
Watch it, you're diluting trademarks. Wouldn't want want a flood of corporate lawyers to come down on your town.
Or take kickboxing. After a couple years worth of breaks and bruises, you won't care much about piddly little wrist injuries.
My wrists hurt too, but it's nothing compared to the 2-piece sternum I've been walking around with.
Seriously, though: the ADA is for people who are unable to compensate for their own disabilities, and require assistance from the rest of the world. Wheelchairs and blindness qualify. Painful joints don't.
I can't say for sure, but I don't think the Army uses much VR for real training (as opposed to showing neat-o stuff to congressmen). Most soldiers and generals alike would rather see that money spent on weaponry (or salary).
When I was in the Navy, most of our training involved imagination, silly props (wave a blanket around for smoke, etc.), and referees. It was plenty real enough to teach the proper procedures.
Actually, Halloween is quite a big deal at the Naval Academy. Decorating contests, a costume parade, upperclass trick-or-treating at the plebes' rooms.
You have to remember that these guys don't get to relax quite like their civilian counterparts. When you take the pressure off, things get pretty wild.
More likely, I'll have to wade through a bunch of crap to find the gems, much like I have to do now when researching a topic online. How am I going to know if the information I am getting is accurate? If the "courselet" is popular, maybe I can trust the evaluations, but what if it hasn't been reviewed much? Anyway, how am I expected to evaluate the quality of information I just learned?
At least when I search for "Computational Finance" or "Shakespeare and God" on the MIT system, I can put a certain amount of trust in the content.
Until a couple years ago, I was a submariner. Five months of living in cramped quarters, things breaking all the time, floating around in a hostile environment, sounds awfully familiar to me.
At the end of my first cruise, I conned the ship into La Maddelena at dawn. Sun coming up over the Med, glistening of the waves; biolumenescent plankton leaving a glowing green trail behind; the only sound is the water being pushed out of the way by the bow, with an occasional splash of a sea-bird landing or a fish jumping. All that beauty, juxtaposed with the realization that you're sitting on (commanding, in fact!) one of the world's most powerful warships. That moment (and others like it) made all the crap worth it.
Of course, I eventually quit 'cause I was sick and tired of it and couldn't take another second. And I'm sure my friends and family got pretty tired of hearing me bitch once I got back. But looking back now, I don't remember much of the crap.
I honestly don't know when this is going to be widely available, but the network is going into production now. The parent company does a hell of a lot more than this, too; they're not going anywhere.
Slashdot Mirror
Political influence.
And that is just SO DAMN FRUSTRATING to those of us that are 6'5" muscle-bound black belts, let me tell you. :)
This was literally my first thought when the whole Anderson mess started. Goes to show you what I feel is important.
No kidding. I don't know where I'm gonna get another Denon 970 for my new car. This is the second time I've traded a car in without pulling the head unit thinking, "There's gotta be something better available, now." *dumb, dumb, dumb*
Still cool, though, and I want one.
Civil disobedience is when you break a rule, then proclaim, "I have broken this rule, and I have broken it to show you all how unfair the rule is! I dare you to punish me!" then wait for the world to notice. Then you make more noise.
Breaking a rule 'cause you think its dumb and you can get away with it is just breaking a rule.
Speeding down that empty road with the 35 mph speed limit is not civil disobedience. Downloading mp3s of Napster or Gnutella or whatever the hell people are using these days is not civil disobedience.
Walking into your comp sci professor's office with ten other people after collaborating to create a useful application and saying, "We worked together on this. What are you going to do about it? Oh, and this guy works for the Washington Post." is civil disobedience.
No, he means that he can put something like E=mc^2 into Mathematica and get the Universe as a result.
The only reason I would buy a PVR is for all that other jazz.
Then you can walk around in you're AtAT t-shirts and have good-looking graphic artists all over you.
The spectrum of potential for gun technology is extrememly small: shoot people! What the heck else are they good for?
Here are a few things guns are good for:
http://www.palma.org/USA/basics.htm
http://www.ibu.at/biathlon/competitions.html
http://members.ozemail.com.au/~mellenek/olyshoot.h tm
And of course, there may be times when shooting people isn't such a bad thing:
http://beta.kpix.com/news/bcn/2002/01/10/n/Headlin eNews/Update:_One_Stab_Victim_in_San_Jose_Home_Inv asion.html
YMMV. I just figured I'd answer your question.
He kicked my butt in 1992. "90 second quarter pace!"
If someone mounting a wilderness expedition can't be trusted to pack batteries and spares for their equipment, then they need to stay home and watch National Geographic Explorer on television.
A compass and map is smaller and lighter than an extra GPS Unit and extra batteries. You most likely wont need the backup anyway, so why pack the extra weight?
I don't know where you live, but "kleenex" has effectively replaced "tissue" here. It's one of those things you just deal with, like "hey, go get me a coke."
Watch it, you're diluting trademarks. Wouldn't want want a flood of corporate lawyers to come down on your town.
Or take kickboxing. After a couple years worth of breaks and bruises, you won't care much about piddly little wrist injuries. My wrists hurt too, but it's nothing compared to the 2-piece sternum I've been walking around with. Seriously, though: the ADA is for people who are unable to compensate for their own disabilities, and require assistance from the rest of the world. Wheelchairs and blindness qualify. Painful joints don't.
I wouldn't say that an all-in-one Mac with flat panel display has been done before.
I would:
http://www.apple-history.com/aniversary.html
I can't say for sure, but I don't think the Army uses much VR for real training (as opposed to showing neat-o stuff to congressmen). Most soldiers and generals alike would rather see that money spent on weaponry (or salary).
When I was in the Navy, most of our training involved imagination, silly props (wave a blanket around for smoke, etc.), and referees. It was plenty real enough to teach the proper procedures.
Actually, Halloween is quite a big deal at the Naval Academy. Decorating contests, a costume parade, upperclass trick-or-treating at the plebes' rooms.
You have to remember that these guys don't get to relax quite like their civilian counterparts. When you take the pressure off, things get pretty wild.
I would like to think this will work.
More likely, I'll have to wade through a bunch of crap to find the gems, much like I have to do now when researching a topic online. How am I going to know if the information I am getting is accurate? If the "courselet" is popular, maybe I can trust the evaluations, but what if it hasn't been reviewed much? Anyway, how am I expected to evaluate the quality of information I just learned?
At least when I search for "Computational Finance" or "Shakespeare and God" on the MIT system, I can put a certain amount of trust in the content.
If we retaliate, will it spawn more violence?
Yes.
If we fail to retaliate, do we invite more terrorism?
Yes.
So which is worse? You tell me.
Don't be scared -- that's what they want.
Until a couple years ago, I was a submariner. Five months of living in cramped quarters, things breaking all the time, floating around in a hostile environment, sounds awfully familiar to me.
:)
At the end of my first cruise, I conned the ship into La Maddelena at dawn. Sun coming up over the Med, glistening of the waves; biolumenescent plankton leaving a glowing green trail behind; the only sound is the water being pushed out of the way by the bow, with an occasional splash of a sea-bird landing or a fish jumping. All that beauty, juxtaposed with the realization that you're sitting on (commanding, in fact!) one of the world's most powerful warships. That moment (and others like it) made all the crap worth it.
Of course, I eventually quit 'cause I was sick and tired of it and couldn't take another second. And I'm sure my friends and family got pretty tired of hearing me bitch once I got back. But looking back now, I don't remember much of the crap.
Got a lot of good stories, though
I honestly don't know when this is going to be widely available, but the network is going into production now. The parent company does a hell of a lot more than this, too; they're not going anywhere.
www.dtnspeednet.com