Hey turns out that video was edited too. The unedited video shows blood on the back of his head
[citation needed]
I've only seen a 'higher resolution' copy of that video, and that was 'sharpened' and the contrast screwed with. hell, if you 'adjust' it enough, you can 'discover' whatever 'evidence' you want to.
(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.
(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.
Using "correct horse battery staple" is stronger in the real world because people can pick random common words, have a decently high level of entropy, but still remember the passphrase.
But people WON'T pick 'random' words. They'll look at their desk and use "stapler paper pen paperclip" or look around their office and use "filecabinet desk chair window". Maybe geeks will use "slashdot lotr SteveJobs wifi" or gamers will use "WOW Halo Gears COD". And so on.
The number of data points shown is absurdly low, and includes no buoys.
::ahem::
"I took a look at all the observations over Virgina, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, and New York. Not one National Weather Service or FAA observation location, not one buoy observations, none reach the requisite wind speed. Most were not even close."
"Or buoy 36, south of Cape Hatteras over the water...only got to 49 kt there."
If we just forced the companies to collect tax for the state that the product is shipped to, the tax that is already in place will be enforced.
Or a lot of mail drops will open in places with no/low taxes. they sign for your package, slap a new label on it and send it to you. You pay the shipping cost, but no tax. Might work for high-value items.
Just so long as they don't keep it all in one place.
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MS Fnd in a Lbry
HAL DRAPER
From: Report of the Commander, Seventh Expeditionary Force, Andromedan Paleoanthropological Mission
What puzzled our research teams was the suddenness of collapse and the speed of reversion to barbarism, in this multigalactic civilization of the biped race. Obvious causes like war, destruction, plague, or invasion were speedily eliminated. Now the outlines of the picture emerge, and the answer makes me apprehensive.
Part of the story is quite similar to ours, according to those who know our own prehistory well.
On the mother planet there are early traces of *books*. This word denotes paleoliterary records of knowledge in representational and macroscopic form. Of course, these disappeared very early, perhaps 175,000 of our yukals ago, when their increase threatened to leave no place on the planet's surface for anything else.
First they were reduced to *micros*, and then to *supermicros*, which were read with the primeval electronic microscopes then extant. But in another yukal the old problem was back, aggravated by colonization on most of the other planets of the local Solar System, all of which were producing *books* in torrents. At about this time, too, their cumbersome alphabet was reduced to mainly consonantal elements (thus: thr cmbrsm alfbt w rdsd t mnl cnsntl elmnts) but this was done to facilitate quick reading, and only incidentally did it cut down the mass of Bx (the new spelling) by a full third. A drop out of the bucket.
Next step was the elimination of the multitude of separate Bx depositories in favor of a single building for the whole civilization. Every home on every inhabited planet had a farraginous diffuser which tuned in on any of the Bx at will. This cut the number to about one millionth at a stroke, and the wise men of the species congratulated themselves that the problem was solved.
This building, twenty-five miles square and two miles high, was buried in one of the oceans to save land surface for parking space, and so our etymological team is fairly sure that the archaic term liebury (Ibry) dates from this period. Within no more than twenty-two yukals, story after story had been added till it extended a hundred miles into the stratosphere. At this level, cosmic radiation defarraginated the scanning diffusers, and it was realized that another limit had been reached. Proposals were made to extend the liebury laterally, but it was calculated that in three yukals of expansion so much of the ocean would be thus displaced that the level of the water would rise ten feet and flood the coastal cities. Another scheme was worked out to burrow deeper into the ocean bottom, until eventually the liebury would extend right through the planet like a skewer through a shashlik (a provincial Plutonian delicacy), but it was realized in time that this would be only a momentary palliative.
The fundamental advance, at least in principle, came when the representational records were abandoned altogether in favor of *punched supermicros*, in which the supermicroscopic elements were the punches themselves. This began the epoch of abstract recs - or Rx, to use the modern term.
The great breakthrough came when Mcglcdy finally invented mass- produced *punched molecules* (of any substance). The mass of Rx began shrinking instead of expanding. Then Gidbg proved what had already been suspected; knowledge was not infinite, and the civilization was asymptotically approaching its limits; the flood was leveling off. The Rx storage problem was hit another body-blow two generations later when Kwlsk used the Mcglcdy principle to develop the *notched electron*, made available for use by the new retinogravitic activators. In the ensuing ten yukals a series of triumphant developments wiped the problem out for good, it seemed:
So, with your suggestion, we would rework the internet every few years instead of just making the number enough digits that it will last.
Well, they've been crying about the 'end of ipv4' for, what, 10 years or more now. All the time saying 'the remaining addresses will only last a year!!!!!!11!!2!!' Yet it''s still going, 10 years later.
If the remaining dregs of the current system lasted for 10 years, increasing the total number of addresses by a factor of 256 should last us for, what, a century, easy? (Actually, to do the math- if, in the last 10 years, we used up the final 25% of ipv4, then 256 times as many addresses should last for 1024 years.)
I always wondered why they just didn't add an extra octet to the address. Instead of 11.22.33.44, you'd have 11.22.33.44.55, multiplying the available addresses by 256. (Currently existing addresses would start with an optional 0: 00.11.22.33.44). That'll be enough for a few decades. Then just add another octet: 11.22.33.44.55.66.
Instead, they jump to some ungodly hexadecimal crap that's like, 32 characters long: 105c:1b00:299b:f48c:7105:06de:3a0c:321b. Try to memorize that!
The total bandwidth demand by x users with connections of speed y is much lower than x*y.
Only if the users do not use all their bandwidth evenly.
Think of it in terms of water. You have a community with 100 houses. You figure that each house uses an average of 1 gallon per hour. So you set up a 100gal-per-hour pipe to that neighborhood. Is that adequate? No way. People don't use water while they are sleeping. People don't use water while they are at work. All those 24 gallons used per day are used in an hour or two in the morning and the evening hours- perhaps 1/4 of the day total. During those times, therefore, the use is more like 6 gal per hour. Therefore, to meet peak demand, you'll need a 600-gal-per-hour pipe to that neighborhood.
And that doesn't even take into consideration over-selling. With the increased usage caused by bittorrents, as well as streaming video (netflix, hulu, etc), you CANNOT assume that you can over sell connections by 10-1 or even 5-1. Anyone who does is living in the past. Wake up and smell the coffee, comcast.
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever", said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"
The scientist then asked "All the down... to what?" The lady threw her knitting at him and went home.
For example, say I create a universe simulator, set up a universe...
A few months ago, I read a short SF story with something like that for a plot. Using some sort of techno-babble quantum computer, these scientists created an exact simulation of our universe. They can look into this simulation and see their simulated selves looking into another simulation that their simulated selves created. In that simulation, there they are, looking into another simulation.... One eventually realizes that it's an infinite recursion, IN BOTH DIRECTIONS, down AND up. Then they freak because someone wants to turn off the simulator, which means all of simulations at every level will be turned off, including the level we consider 'reality'.
Withholding his password is fine, but he also refused to give admin access to people he _knew_ were authorised for it.
Cite? The way I heard it, he was asked on a phone call [strike 1: "Giving your password over the phone to ANYONE."] by his superior [strike two: "Telling your boss your password"] to hand over the passwords. Did I mention this was a conference call with god knows who else listening? [strike 3: "Talking about a password in front of others".]
I already mentioned that Google is gearing up to filter all "torrent" and "magnet" links out, thus avoiding any legal responsibility.
Then they'll be called something else. "downpour" and "lodestone", perhaps. And it'll be a few years before the **AA's catch on and force those to me filtered, too. And then we'll move on to 'rain' and 'attraction' links... etc..etc.
I'd just finished scrap-booking all the clues when the bell rang and we began our escape. I surreptitiously slid the gravel down the side of my short boots -- ankle-high Blundstones from Australia, great for running and climbing, and the easy slip-on/slip-off laceless design makes them convenient at the never-ending metal-detectors that are everywhere now.
We also had to evade physical surveillance, of course, but that gets easier every time they add a new layer of physical snoopery -- all the bells and whistles lull our beloved faculty into a totally false sense of security. We surfed the crowd down the hallways, heading for my favorite side-exit. We were halfway along when Darryl hissed, "Crap! I forgot, I've got a library book in my bag."
"You're kidding me," I said, and hauled him into the next bathroom we passed. Library books are bad news. Every one of them has an arphid -- Radio Frequency ID tag -- glued into its binding, which makes it possible for the librarians to check out the books by waving them over a reader, and lets a library shelf tell you if any of the books on it are out of place.
But it also lets the school track where you are at all times. It was another of those legal loopholes: the courts wouldn't let the schools track us with arphids, but they could track library books, and use the school records to tell them who was likely to be carrying which library book.
I had a little Faraday pouch in my bag -- these are little wallets lined with a mesh of copper wires that effectively block radio energy, silencing arphids. But the pouches were made for neutralizing ID cards and toll-booth transponders, not books like --
"Introduction to Physics?" I groaned. The book was the size of a dictionary.... "I'm thinking of majoring in physics when I go to Berkeley," Darryl said. His dad taught at the University of California at Berkeley, which meant he'd get free tuition when he went. And there'd never been any question in Darryl's household about whether he'd go.
"Fine, but couldn't you research it online?"
"My dad said I should read it. Besides, I didn't plan on committing any crimes today."
"Skipping school isn't a crime. It's an infraction. They're totally different."
"What are we going to do, Marcus?"
"Well, I can't hide it, so I'm going to have to nuke it." Killing arphids is a dark art. No merchant wants malicious customers going for a walk around the shop-floor and leaving behind a bunch of lobotomized merchandise that is missing its invisible bar-code, so the manufacturers have refused to implement a "kill signal" that you can radio to an arphid to get it to switch off. You can reprogram arphids with the right box, but I hate doing that to library books. It's not exactly tearing pages out of a book, but it's still bad, since a book with a reprogrammed arphid can't be shelved and can't be found. It just becomes a needle in a haystack.
That left me with only one option: nuking the thing. Literally. 30 seconds in a microwave will do in pretty much every arphid on the market. And because the arphid wouldn't answer at all when D checked it back in at the library, they'd just print a fresh one for it and recode it with the book's catalog info, and it would end up clean and neat back on its shelf.
Slashdot Mirror
Well, can I pay "up to" the price they want to charge? It's only fair- I get "up to" a certain speed, they get "up to" a certain amount of money.
There are these things called back-up lights....
Hey turns out that video was edited too. The unedited video shows blood on the back of his head
[citation needed]
I've only seen a 'higher resolution' copy of that video, and that was 'sharpened' and the contrast screwed with. hell, if you 'adjust' it enough, you can 'discover' whatever 'evidence' you want to.
AT&T isn't really advertising falsely, the data is unlimited. The speeds are limited.
So, "unlimited" data at 1 bit per month sound good to you? or would you consider that... limiting?
United Declaration on Human Rights is silent on the issue of travel.
Um...
http://www.un.org/en/documents/udhr/
Article 13.
(1) Everyone has the right to freedom of movement and residence within the borders of each state.
(2) Everyone has the right to leave any country, including his own, and to return to his country.
Using "correct horse battery staple" is stronger in the real world because people can pick random common words, have a decently high level of entropy, but still remember the passphrase.
But people WON'T pick 'random' words. They'll look at their desk and use "stapler paper pen paperclip" or look around their office and use "filecabinet desk chair window". Maybe geeks will use "slashdot lotr SteveJobs wifi" or gamers will use "WOW Halo Gears COD". And so on.
So it's only 48 seasons then?
Star Trek TOS: 3 seasons
Star Trek TNG: 7 seasons
Star Trek DS9: 7 seasons
Star Trek VOY: 7 seasons
Star Trek ENT: 4 seasons
Babylon 5: 5 seasons
That's 33 seasons right there. And what self respecting geek wouldn't have those?
The number of data points shown is absurdly low, and includes no buoys.
"I took a look at all the observations over Virgina, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, and New York. Not one National Weather Service or FAA observation location, not one buoy observations, none reach the requisite wind speed. Most were not even close."
"Or buoy 36, south of Cape Hatteras over the water...only got to 49 kt there."
If we just forced the companies to collect tax for the state that the product is shipped to, the tax that is already in place will be enforced.
Or a lot of mail drops will open in places with no/low taxes. they sign for your package, slap a new label on it and send it to you. You pay the shipping cost, but no tax. Might work for high-value items.
Just so long as they don't keep it all in one place.
------
MS Fnd in a Lbry
HAL DRAPER
From: Report of the Commander, Seventh Expeditionary Force,
Andromedan Paleoanthropological Mission
What puzzled our research teams was the suddenness of collapse
and the speed of reversion to barbarism, in this multigalactic
civilization of the biped race. Obvious causes like war, destruction,
plague, or invasion were speedily eliminated. Now the outlines of the
picture emerge, and the answer makes me apprehensive.
Part of the story is quite similar to ours, according to those who
know our own prehistory well.
On the mother planet there are early traces of *books*. This word
denotes paleoliterary records of knowledge in representational and
macroscopic form. Of course, these disappeared very early, perhaps
175,000 of our yukals ago, when their increase threatened to leave
no place on the planet's surface for anything else.
First they were reduced to *micros*, and then to *supermicros*,
which were read with the primeval electronic microscopes then extant.
But in another yukal the old problem was back, aggravated by colonization
on most of the other planets of the local Solar System, all of which were
producing *books* in torrents. At about this time, too, their cumbersome
alphabet was reduced to mainly consonantal elements (thus: thr cmbrsm alfbt
w rdsd t mnl cnsntl elmnts) but this was done to facilitate quick reading,
and only incidentally did it cut down the mass of Bx (the new spelling)
by a full third. A drop out of the bucket.
Next step was the elimination of the multitude of separate Bx
depositories in favor of a single building for the whole civilization.
Every home on every inhabited planet had a farraginous diffuser which
tuned in on any of the Bx at will. This cut the number to about one
millionth at a stroke, and the wise men of the species congratulated
themselves that the problem was solved.
This building, twenty-five miles square and two miles high, was buried
in one of the oceans to save land surface for parking space, and so our
etymological team is fairly sure that the archaic term liebury (Ibry) dates
from this period. Within no more than twenty-two yukals, story after story
had been added till it extended a hundred miles into the stratosphere.
At this level, cosmic radiation defarraginated the scanning diffusers,
and it was realized that another limit had been reached. Proposals were
made to extend the liebury laterally, but it was calculated that in three
yukals of expansion so much of the ocean would be thus displaced that the
level of the water would rise ten feet and flood the coastal cities.
Another scheme was worked out to burrow deeper into the ocean bottom,
until eventually the liebury would extend right through the planet like
a skewer through a shashlik (a provincial Plutonian delicacy), but it
was realized in time that this would be only a momentary palliative.
The fundamental advance, at least in principle, came when the
representational records were abandoned altogether in favor of *punched
supermicros*, in which the supermicroscopic elements were the punches
themselves. This began the epoch of abstract recs - or Rx, to use the
modern term.
The great breakthrough came when Mcglcdy finally invented mass-
produced *punched molecules* (of any substance). The mass of Rx
began shrinking instead of expanding. Then Gidbg proved what had
already been suspected; knowledge was not infinite, and the civilization
was asymptotically approaching its limits; the flood was leveling off.
The Rx storage problem was hit another body-blow two generations later
when Kwlsk used the Mcglcdy principle to develop the *notched electron*,
made available for use by the new retinogravitic activators. In the ensuing
ten yukals a series of triumphant developments wiped the problem out for
good, it seemed:
(1)
Minecarts 'break' in SMP just fine for me. True, they don't 'shake' when being hit, but...
So, with your suggestion, we would rework the internet every few years instead of just making the number enough digits that it will last.
Well, they've been crying about the 'end of ipv4' for, what, 10 years or more now. All the time saying 'the remaining addresses will only last a year!!!!!!11!!2!!' Yet it''s still going, 10 years later.
If the remaining dregs of the current system lasted for 10 years, increasing the total number of addresses by a factor of 256 should last us for, what, a century, easy? (Actually, to do the math- if, in the last 10 years, we used up the final 25% of ipv4, then 256 times as many addresses should last for 1024 years.)
We're running out of TCP/IP V4 addresses.
I always wondered why they just didn't add an extra octet to the address. Instead of 11.22.33.44, you'd have 11.22.33.44.55, multiplying the available addresses by 256. (Currently existing addresses would start with an optional 0: 00.11.22.33.44). That'll be enough for a few decades. Then just add another octet: 11.22.33.44.55.66.
Instead, they jump to some ungodly hexadecimal crap that's like, 32 characters long: 105c:1b00:299b:f48c:7105:06de:3a0c:321b. Try to memorize that!
The total bandwidth demand by x users with connections of speed y is much lower than x*y.
Only if the users do not use all their bandwidth evenly.
Think of it in terms of water. You have a community with 100 houses. You figure that each house uses an average of 1 gallon per hour. So you set up a 100gal-per-hour pipe to that neighborhood. Is that adequate? No way. People don't use water while they are sleeping. People don't use water while they are at work. All those 24 gallons used per day are used in an hour or two in the morning and the evening hours- perhaps 1/4 of the day total. During those times, therefore, the use is more like 6 gal per hour. Therefore, to meet peak demand, you'll need a 600-gal-per-hour pipe to that neighborhood.
And that doesn't even take into consideration over-selling. With the increased usage caused by bittorrents, as well as streaming video (netflix, hulu, etc), you CANNOT assume that you can over sell connections by 10-1 or even 5-1. Anyone who does is living in the past. Wake up and smell the coffee, comcast.
An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.
Robert A. Heinlein
"All the way" implies a destination.
Nor is there evidence against it. So, picking any option other than "I don't know" requires faith.
So, your Official Position on the gay, pink, invisible flying fire-breathing dragon in my garage is that you 'don't know' if it exists?
A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: "What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise." The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, "What is the tortoise standing on?" "You're very clever, young man, very clever", said the old lady. "But it's turtles all the way down!"
The scientist then asked "All the down... to what?" The lady threw her knitting at him and went home.
For example, say I create a universe simulator, set up a universe...
A few months ago, I read a short SF story with something like that for a plot. Using some sort of techno-babble quantum computer, these scientists created an exact simulation of our universe. They can look into this simulation and see their simulated selves looking into another simulation that their simulated selves created. In that simulation, there they are, looking into another simulation.... One eventually realizes that it's an infinite recursion, IN BOTH DIRECTIONS, down AND up.
Then they freak because someone wants to turn off the simulator, which means all of simulations at every level will be turned off, including the level we consider 'reality'.
And if only 50 men and 50 women bootleg it, can the festival owners be arrested for submitting the other 100 false claims?
Withholding his password is fine, but he also refused to give admin access to people he _knew_ were authorised for it.
Cite? The way I heard it, he was asked on a phone call [strike 1: "Giving your password over the phone to ANYONE."] by his superior [strike two: "Telling your boss your password"] to hand over the passwords. Did I mention this was a conference call with god knows who else listening? [strike 3: "Talking about a password in front of others".]
Those 'strikes' are from here: http://www.sfgov.org/site/uploadedfiles/dtis/coit/Policies_Forms/CCISDA_security.pdf , "California Counties “Best Policies” for the Countywide Information Security Program".
I already mentioned that Google is gearing up to filter all "torrent" and "magnet" links out, thus avoiding any legal responsibility.
Then they'll be called something else. "downpour" and "lodestone", perhaps. And it'll be a few years before the **AA's catch on and force those to me filtered, too. And then we'll move on to 'rain' and
'attraction' links... etc..etc.
It's the circle of life.
Even duplicators need energy to work, and energy costs money.
Only until you realize you can duplicate solar panels and wind turbines.
http://craphound.com/littlebrother/download/
I'd just finished scrap-booking all the clues when the bell rang and we began our escape. I surreptitiously slid the gravel down the side of my short boots -- ankle-high Blundstones from Australia, great for running and climbing, and the easy slip-on/slip-off laceless design makes them convenient at the never-ending metal-detectors that are everywhere now.
We also had to evade physical surveillance, of course, but that gets easier every time they add a new layer of physical snoopery -- all the bells and whistles lull our beloved faculty into a totally false sense of security. We surfed the crowd down the hallways, heading for my favorite side-exit. We were halfway along when Darryl hissed, "Crap! I forgot, I've got a library book in my bag."
"You're kidding me," I said, and hauled him into the next bathroom we passed. Library books are bad news. Every one of them has an arphid -- Radio Frequency ID tag -- glued into its binding, which makes it possible for the librarians to check out the books by waving them over a reader, and lets a library shelf tell you if any of the books on it are out of place.
But it also lets the school track where you are at all times. It was another of those legal loopholes: the courts wouldn't let the schools track us with arphids, but they could track library books, and use the school records to tell them who was likely to be carrying which library book.
I had a little Faraday pouch in my bag -- these are little wallets lined with a mesh of copper wires that effectively block radio energy, silencing arphids. But the pouches were made for neutralizing ID cards and toll-booth transponders, not books like --
"Introduction to Physics?" I groaned. The book was the size of a dictionary. ...
"I'm thinking of majoring in physics when I go to Berkeley," Darryl said. His dad taught at the University of California at Berkeley, which meant he'd get free tuition when he went. And there'd never been any question in Darryl's household about whether he'd go.
"Fine, but couldn't you research it online?"
"My dad said I should read it. Besides, I didn't plan on committing any crimes today."
"Skipping school isn't a crime. It's an infraction. They're totally different."
"What are we going to do, Marcus?"
"Well, I can't hide it, so I'm going to have to nuke it." Killing arphids is a dark art. No merchant wants malicious customers going for a walk around the shop-floor and leaving behind a bunch of lobotomized merchandise that is missing its invisible bar-code, so the manufacturers have refused to implement a "kill signal" that you can radio to an arphid to get it to switch off. You can reprogram arphids with the right box, but I hate doing that to library books. It's not exactly tearing pages out of a book, but it's still bad, since a book with a reprogrammed arphid can't be shelved and can't be found. It just becomes a needle in a haystack.
That left me with only one option: nuking the thing. Literally. 30 seconds in a microwave will do in pretty much every arphid on the market. And because the arphid wouldn't answer at all when D checked it back in at the library, they'd just print a fresh one for it and recode it with the book's catalog info, and it would end up clean and neat back on its shelf.
All we needed was a microwave.
Google 'new london police IQ Jordan'.
http://www.nytimes.com/1999/09/19/weekinreview/ideas-trends-help-wanted-invoking-the-not-too-high-iq-test.html?pagewanted=1 ... He says he was curtly informed that he did not ''fit the profile,'' which litigation revealed was a score of 20 to 27.
" In 1996 Mr. Jordan scored 33 out of 50 on the exam,
''Bob Jordan is exactly the type of guy we would want to screen out,'' said William C. Gavitt, the deputy police chief"