No antibiotic soaps, no antibiotic growth-enhancers, and if you are prescribed antibiotics, don't stop taking them just because you got better.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't "anti-bacterial," in the context of soap, just as much bullshit as "pH balanced" or "...for women"? (that is to say, purely a marketing term) From what I understand, soap is a rather nasty thing for all household bacteria, and a label such as "anti-bacterial" could be applied at will.
Add to that, as long as I've lived, I have never recognized an antibiotic's name on a bar of soap's ingredients list.
I tricked my bike out with an old 2M radio bolted to the handlebars, 6V golf cart battery under the seat, and a whip antenna attached to the frame, down by the rear axle, running up like one of those flags
I have worked at three bike shops as a mechanic. One in the country, one in the city, and one in Sweden. At EACH AND EVERYONE, I have had at least one customer who had welded, screwed, or zip-tied a HAM or CB-type radio to their bicycle. I would like an explaination you sick HAM bastards! Why do you have to demand a better word for "weird"???
Looking at the performance data it just blazes along on that config. Not exactly what I'd call an embedable system, though Microsoft might beg to differ.
After looking at the price for a full copy of XP, I feel like I just had a dual UltraSparc III imbedded in me.
Don't forget the Avro Arrow, which the Canadian entry is named after, was a jet fighter that was very advanced for its time. The program was cancelled by the Canadian government due to pressure from the US government.
Most of the engineers who worked at Avro went to work for the US space program. Yet again picking the best scientists from the spoils of, this time, a political war.
It boggles the mind all those connections.
If you're in Canada visiting mention "Avro Arrow" and see what reaction you get even now all these years later.
Even after all these years, there are still hundreds of thousands of angry middle-aged Canadian men hunched over their basement workbenches assembling small plastic models of the Avro--all the while cursing under their breath the 900lb gorilla who cost them their Arrow.
My fellow Americans, when the Canadians come flooding across the border with guns in their hands and murder in their eyes, don't go crying to your leaders about the world's longest uncontrolled border.
The L.A. Times had an interestng article about a Japanese chef who worked for him for a while and then escaped. It included such info as Kim Jong Il II (sp?) has EVERY GRAIN of rice hand selected by a staff of women - imperfect ones are discarded. Food is cooked over fires made from a certain type of tree on a remote mountain that reportedly has special powers. Water too is from a "special" location. Made everyone in his hunting party take the same drugs as he was taking, after a spill from a horse. Always "wins" every competition that he is in.
He's either whacked or really, really different - I vote for the former.
Are voucher systems somehow the silver bullet or does that simply stretch public funds to private hands and further deplete the money to be spent on public education?
The money becomes an issue in this case for a different reason. When schools become a commodity, capitalism and, more importantly, customer satisfaction comes into play. You see, private schools simply do not want to fail people. It's not a matter of helping that student reach its potential--it's a matter of passing that student at all costs. Now, we've all heard of high schools and universities with coaches pressuring or negotiating professors into augmenting some student's grades. Well, I've heard and seen much worse inside Catholic schools.
I spent five years at a Catholic school. In one particular incident (after Columbine I might add) a student said he was going to stab an English teacher (to her face, I might add) and was merely given a week-long, out-of-school suspension. In another case, another classmate of mine failed each and every exam in his American history class and happened to pass (he was confused, too).
It's not all just horror-stories with this. There are also problems related to the smaller class sizes. When you've got only 100-150 people for each year-class, you can't have much specialization. You are going to see the jack-offs in the same English class as the bookworms. The teacher of course has to adjust the level of difficulty to some necessarily evil middle-ground. So, for people such as myself who in theory care about education, it will be like clubbing baby seals.
As for the customer satisfaction, remember that this is rarely a good thing when it comes to education. The one paying for this service is of course completely seperate from the person to which it is rendered. The happiness or unhappiness of the parents is entirely dependant on the opinions of the child. If both the children and the parents were mature enough to look at the actual education, then there would be no problem. But, kids will always dislike school work and parents will always dislike their kids' whining.
Or perhaps what does real accountability mean? Or does it just mean more teaching to the tests?
Such tests can be a disaster for the learning process. Spending entire class periods learning methods for standardized test-taking is rediculous and sophist. Many countries have educational systems which entirely miss the point by doing this. However, when you make teachers accountable without some kind of standard, their accountablity becomes dependent on how much little Timmy's parents complain about the fruits of his laziness.
The teachers in such schools are a sight. My science teacher, whom I knew informally as well, has taught for decades. In this environment, he has resigned himself to arbitrarily assigning grades--none of the tests, labs, or projects are figured into the final grade.
Slightly OT but there was an ABC after school special in the 80's starring Alyssa Milano (Who's the boss) and Fred Gwynne (Munsters frankenstien dude) where Fred Gwynne played a southern judge who took justice a little too far by locking up juviniles for minor crimes in adult jails. Alyssa Milano was locked away for some minor violation, and subsequentially molested by a guard there.
IBM has a prototype of a mouse with trackpoint scroll stick. Because the trackpoint nubbin is a rate-device, like a joystick, it apparently offers superior productivity to a scrollwheel according to IBM's research (PDF of slides). Has anyone seen any devices like this? As much as I love the scrollwheel, my finger gets tired scrolling through a long document -- I'd rather just pull on a stick/nubbin and zoom along.
Point 1: That trackpoint scroll stick is widely known as a "clitmouse"
Point 2: In both Dutch and Swedish (which I speak), the word for "mouse" also means vagina.
This can only lead me to one conclusion--sex-crazed Swedish cunnilinguists have infiltrated IBM's design teams to subconsciously eroticize the desktop.
Enermax is another maker of very beefy powersupplies. I've got one and haven't had a problem with it.
My stupid hardware trick happened with just such a beast...
I had just moved to Europe from the US with a fancy 300W model. I was sitting in the kitchen with my friends when we realized that we had no cd player. So, I decided to show them what a 1337 h4X0r I am, and rig a CD-ROM drive to a stand-alone power supply. I'd done it a thousand times, however, this time, I was on 240V. I didn't flip the switch.
The thing goes for a few seconds before erupting in smoke and permanently burning/staining our dorm floor's dinner table. I quickly unplugged it and picked it up--dripping fowl-smelling oil the whole time--and jammed its power cables into the window. So, here it is, hanging outside our fifth-floor window for a couple days by its 5V/12V cables (naturally, I'd forgotten it) when a neighbor decides to air out the kitchen. It falls 50 feet to the sidewalk. Nobody was injured, except myself in pride.
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Can somebody please explain this? I won't be able to face myself in the mirror tomorrow morning if you don't. Or, even if you do.
Probably one of the saddest developments in America in the last few decades is the way "abuse humor" has replaced the real thing.
Okay, I promise to lay off of the Asians, Blacks, Gypsies, Jews, and Arabs, but please, please, please let me continue to make fun of furries!
You have truely suffered. I can confidently say that that is the most horrible thing I've ever heard of getting the riceboy treatment... in the U.S.
Here in Sweden, however, we have Kurdish riceboys.
your dog wants accuracy
Drew wants his cliché back.
Did anybody see the interesting example Netcraft gave for their webserver search?
No antibiotic soaps, no antibiotic growth-enhancers, and if you are prescribed antibiotics, don't stop taking them just because you got better.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't "anti-bacterial," in the context of soap, just as much bullshit as "pH balanced" or "...for women"? (that is to say, purely a marketing term) From what I understand, soap is a rather nasty thing for all household bacteria, and a label such as "anti-bacterial" could be applied at will.
Add to that, as long as I've lived, I have never recognized an antibiotic's name on a bar of soap's ingredients list.
I think you're thinking of the "Guns don't kill people. People kill people." slogan and trying to generalize it to fit other things.
It doesn't work. Let me provide you with some obviously false counter-examples:
Chicken doesn't taste like chicken. People taste like chicken.
Computers aren't made of silicon. People are made of silicon.
People don't make mistakes. People make mistakes.
As you can see, just making the claim isn't enough for it to be true. That last one doesn't even make sense.
What happens in Soviet Russia, though?
What about a moustache? Oh, never mind...
In soviet China, houses crash satellites...
Your post is enough to prove to me that this day has nothing to offer. I'm going back to bed.
I tricked my bike out with an old 2M radio bolted to the handlebars, 6V golf cart battery under the seat, and a whip antenna attached to the frame, down by the rear axle, running up like one of those flags
I have worked at three bike shops as a mechanic. One in the country, one in the city, and one in Sweden. At EACH AND EVERYONE, I have had at least one customer who had welded, screwed, or zip-tied a HAM or CB-type radio to their bicycle. I would like an explaination you sick HAM bastards! Why do you have to demand a better word for "weird"???
Looking at the performance data it just blazes along on that config. Not exactly what I'd call an embedable system, though Microsoft might beg to differ.
After looking at the price for a full copy of XP, I feel like I just had a dual UltraSparc III imbedded in me.
I think he's working on a dadaist version of NetHack
Nuclear Launch... Detected
ZERG RUSH!!!! OMG!!!!
Don't forget the Avro Arrow, which the Canadian entry is named after, was a jet fighter that was very advanced for its time. The program was cancelled by the Canadian government due to pressure from the US government.
Most of the engineers who worked at Avro went to work for the US space program. Yet again picking the best scientists from the spoils of, this time, a political war.
It boggles the mind all those connections.
If you're in Canada visiting mention "Avro Arrow" and see what reaction you get even now all these years later.
Even after all these years, there are still hundreds of thousands of angry middle-aged Canadian men hunched over their basement workbenches assembling small plastic models of the Avro--all the while cursing under their breath the 900lb gorilla who cost them their Arrow.
My fellow Americans, when the Canadians come flooding across the border with guns in their hands and murder in their eyes, don't go crying to your leaders about the world's longest uncontrolled border.
The L.A. Times had an interestng article about a Japanese chef who worked for him for a while and then escaped. It included such info as Kim Jong Il II (sp?) has EVERY GRAIN of rice hand selected by a staff of women - imperfect ones are discarded. Food is cooked over fires made from a certain type of tree on a remote mountain that reportedly has special powers. Water too is from a "special" location. Made everyone in his hunting party take the same drugs as he was taking, after a spill from a horse. Always "wins" every competition that he is in.
He's either whacked or really, really different - I vote for the former.
You haven't been around many Koreans then...
Are voucher systems somehow the silver bullet or does that simply stretch public funds to private hands and further deplete the money to be spent on public education?
The money becomes an issue in this case for a different reason. When schools become a commodity, capitalism and, more importantly, customer satisfaction comes into play. You see, private schools simply do not want to fail people. It's not a matter of helping that student reach its potential--it's a matter of passing that student at all costs. Now, we've all heard of high schools and universities with coaches pressuring or negotiating professors into augmenting some student's grades. Well, I've heard and seen much worse inside Catholic schools.
I spent five years at a Catholic school. In one particular incident (after Columbine I might add) a student said he was going to stab an English teacher (to her face, I might add) and was merely given a week-long, out-of-school suspension. In another case, another classmate of mine failed each and every exam in his American history class and happened to pass (he was confused, too).
It's not all just horror-stories with this. There are also problems related to the smaller class sizes. When you've got only 100-150 people for each year-class, you can't have much specialization. You are going to see the jack-offs in the same English class as the bookworms. The teacher of course has to adjust the level of difficulty to some necessarily evil middle-ground. So, for people such as myself who in theory care about education, it will be like clubbing baby seals.
As for the customer satisfaction, remember that this is rarely a good thing when it comes to education. The one paying for this service is of course completely seperate from the person to which it is rendered. The happiness or unhappiness of the parents is entirely dependant on the opinions of the child. If both the children and the parents were mature enough to look at the actual education, then there would be no problem. But, kids will always dislike school work and parents will always dislike their kids' whining.
Or perhaps what does real accountability mean? Or does it just mean more teaching to the tests?
Such tests can be a disaster for the learning process. Spending entire class periods learning methods for standardized test-taking is rediculous and sophist. Many countries have educational systems which entirely miss the point by doing this. However, when you make teachers accountable without some kind of standard, their accountablity becomes dependent on how much little Timmy's parents complain about the fruits of his laziness.
The teachers in such schools are a sight. My science teacher, whom I knew informally as well, has taught for decades. In this environment, he has resigned himself to arbitrarily assigning grades--none of the tests, labs, or projects are figured into the final grade.
- Arwen, I'm your father, Agent Smith.
- Well, you're just Smith, but my father is Aerosmith!
Don't forget the half-brother in Alice Springs.
i prefer cash rather than gifts from my relatives on birthdays/ christmas
...it depends on what he's growing.
you have a good reason to prefer gifts i think
Slightly OT but there was an ABC after school special in the 80's starring Alyssa Milano (Who's the boss) and Fred Gwynne (Munsters frankenstien dude) where Fred Gwynne played a southern judge who took justice a little too far by locking up juviniles for minor crimes in adult jails. Alyssa Milano was locked away for some minor violation, and subsequentially molested by a guard there.
You and your Canadian melodramas...
IBM has a prototype of a mouse with trackpoint scroll stick. Because the trackpoint nubbin is a rate-device, like a joystick, it apparently offers superior productivity to a scrollwheel according to IBM's research (PDF of slides).
Has anyone seen any devices like this? As much as I love the scrollwheel, my finger gets tired scrolling through a long document -- I'd rather just pull on a stick/nubbin and zoom along.
Point 1: That trackpoint scroll stick is widely known as a "clitmouse"
Point 2: In both Dutch and Swedish (which I speak), the word for "mouse" also means vagina.
This can only lead me to one conclusion--sex-crazed Swedish cunnilinguists have infiltrated IBM's design teams to subconsciously eroticize the desktop.
I'm guessing that the kind of people who read USA Today really *really* need manuals and tech support.
And illustrations.
And GUIs.
And they probably love Clippy, too.
"Ooh! Look! My little paperclip friend is back! Brandy, come look! Say 'hi', Clippy!"
"Oh, cuuuuuuute!"
I think it was Dave Barry who accused USA Today of being the direct descendant of Weekly Reader.
Woot! Already downloading the torrent of Duke Nukem Forever pre-release for it!!!
Oh yeah, I heard about it--isn't that the version which uses the BitBoys GPU?
Why must everything be compared to Boulder, Colorado?
It's all part of our quest to replace the metric system. You see, Boulder is a megaVWBug.
AOL-Yahoo-MSN Unified
Man I'd hate to see the baby
It was in Eraserhead, if I recall correctly.
Enermax is another maker of very beefy powersupplies. I've got one and haven't had a problem with it.
My stupid hardware trick happened with just such a beast...
I had just moved to Europe from the US with a fancy 300W model. I was sitting in the kitchen with my friends when we realized that we had no cd player. So, I decided to show them what a 1337 h4X0r I am, and rig a CD-ROM drive to a stand-alone power supply. I'd done it a thousand times, however, this time, I was on 240V. I didn't flip the switch.
The thing goes for a few seconds before erupting in smoke and permanently burning/staining our dorm floor's dinner table. I quickly unplugged it and picked it up--dripping fowl-smelling oil the whole time--and jammed its power cables into the window. So, here it is, hanging outside our fifth-floor window for a couple days by its 5V/12V cables (naturally, I'd forgotten it) when a neighbor decides to air out the kitchen. It falls 50 feet to the sidewalk. Nobody was injured, except myself in pride.