Yes, so plainly the remedy is to silently replace "megabytes" and "kilobytes" with unpronounceable sound-alikes that are graphically indistinct in their abbreviated form.
Geeks insist that the new units of measurement are inherently more "rational." This penetrating insight, of course, is what led to the development and widespread acceptance of the superior metric hour.
You people don't seem to realize what has happened. Reality is now referring to Wikipedia. In other words, something appears on Wikipedia, and then several days later, the same thing appears in reality!
Presently, since Mr. Baron-Cohen's Wikipedia entry has become capable of influencing events, and since effectively his "reference count" will never go below one...
...he has become immortal!
At least, that's what some would argue happens when an information-theoretic singularity occurs. Others, however, think the very fabric of information itself will somehow be "torn," and that the self-referencing article will begin collapsing on itself, drawing in nearby articles and bending all their references in its direction. All too soon, they say, every article on Wikipedia will refer to the article on the hapless Mr. Baron-Cohen. They, and he, and all of us, will be swallowed up completely! Unlike in a real black hole, however, we may survive, only to find ourselves in a world in which every fact bears somehow upon Mr. Baron-Cohen. He will become as our God, then.
It's fine that you've said this, so long as it's understood that by "we," you do not mean "professional historical linguists," but far rather "Dan Brown-level crackpot armchair speculators."
The same way my employer paid me to create code, the school pays the professor to create and deliver lectures.
Bzzzt. No, I'm sorry, that is not correct, but thank you for playing. The analogy you were looking for was doctor to hospital, doctor... to... hospital. We'll be right back with more "Guess The Terms of My Employment" after these messages.
Given that notes are brief statements of fact by definition I can not see how the notes can be considered derivative as they are nothing more than statements of fact in most cases. LOMFLMAO. So, I studied for 15 years and practiced teaching for 10 so that I could robotically enunciate mere facts?
"Mercury is a liquid at room temperature. Bears hibernate. Aristotle was not Belgian. etc. etc. etc."
What do you think a professor is? A fact-beacon? Beaming out facts to illuminate naturally occurring ambient students?
No. You're paying the university, which has the right to accept or reject you and limit your behavior in various ways or for various reasons having to do with its overarching education mission. Don't like it? Try hiring a professor all on your lonesome.
His mysticism led him to get the Weirding Way wrong (it's neither a kind of word-mysticism about certain names, nor an advance in "weapons technology").
His irrationalism led him to get the mentats wrong (they do not need a drug to help them think).
His moralism led him to get the Baron Harkonnen wrong (he is not a cackling madman likely to rub his hands together and declare things "excellent").
Stilgar and Dr. Yueh were OK. So were the shields, hunter-seekers, and stillsuits. The prog-rock bombast soundtrack was rot.
While it's true that it's meant to apply more generally than to just Sony/BMG, the sentence should be translated a little differently: "47% of the software used in business is used in a way that is illegal in France." Thus, the phrase "in France" is meant restrictively.
Can you imagine if said swarthy savants were merely passing wind from the comfort of a secondhand recliner in their parents' basement whilst their pudgy, cheese doodle-encrusted digits do all the heavy lifting of the week?
Slashdot Mirror
Grumble grumble good point grumble grumble.
Yes, so plainly the remedy is to silently replace "megabytes" and "kilobytes" with unpronounceable sound-alikes that are graphically indistinct in their abbreviated form.
Geeks insist that the new units of measurement are inherently more "rational." This penetrating insight, of course, is what led to the development and widespread acceptance of the superior metric hour.
I had never considered the theology of garbage-collection schemes before this post. Thank you.
The real question for me is whether God comments his code.
Dude, visitors are real.
Yeah, good point.
Because it's the only way to get the info out the door?
You people don't seem to realize what has happened. Reality is now referring to Wikipedia. In other words, something appears on Wikipedia, and then several days later, the same thing appears in reality!
Presently, since Mr. Baron-Cohen's Wikipedia entry has become capable of influencing events, and since effectively his "reference count" will never go below one...
At least, that's what some would argue happens when an information-theoretic singularity occurs. Others, however, think the very fabric of information itself will somehow be "torn," and that the self-referencing article will begin collapsing on itself, drawing in nearby articles and bending all their references in its direction. All too soon, they say, every article on Wikipedia will refer to the article on the hapless Mr. Baron-Cohen. They, and he, and all of us, will be swallowed up completely! Unlike in a real black hole, however, we may survive, only to find ourselves in a world in which every fact bears somehow upon Mr. Baron-Cohen. He will become as our God, then.
Terrifying.
Now, we're fairly sure that ...
It's fine that you've said this, so long as it's understood that by "we," you do not mean "professional historical linguists," but far rather "Dan Brown-level crackpot armchair speculators."
Simple: it's circular.
Gear smoke. Don't breathe this.
Also, synthetic polymers and several artificial dyes.
"Study showing things reliably following from other things calls indeterminacy into question."
That was helpfully put. Still, the Slashdot headline reads "Scientists Discover Gene for Ruthlessness," and so will many others.
Good news, but that's still three too many uses of "quash."
The same way my employer paid me to create code, the school pays the professor to create and deliver lectures.
Bzzzt. No, I'm sorry, that is not correct, but thank you for playing. The analogy you were looking for was doctor to hospital, doctor ... to ... hospital. We'll be right back with more "Guess The Terms of My Employment" after these messages.
No. You're paying the university, which has the right to accept or reject you and limit your behavior in various ways or for various reasons having to do with its overarching education mission. Don't like it? Try hiring a professor all on your lonesome.
His mysticism led him to get the Weirding Way wrong (it's neither a kind of word-mysticism about certain names, nor an advance in "weapons technology"). His irrationalism led him to get the mentats wrong (they do not need a drug to help them think). His moralism led him to get the Baron Harkonnen wrong (he is not a cackling madman likely to rub his hands together and declare things "excellent"). Stilgar and Dr. Yueh were OK. So were the shields, hunter-seekers, and stillsuits. The prog-rock bombast soundtrack was rot.
While it's true that it's meant to apply more generally than to just Sony/BMG, the sentence should be translated a little differently: "47% of the software used in business is used in a way that is illegal in France." Thus, the phrase "in France" is meant restrictively.
I want to do something else. Like, say, start some sort of communication. I mean, in a relationship I'd expect a bit of that, too.
Pervert.
Huge Interest Brings Wikileaks Offline
How about "drives"?
Also, it's not the interest that drove them offline, but the traffic. So maybe, "Massive Traffic Drives Wikileaks Offline."
Some of us would rather use a device than manage it.
Can you imagine if said swarthy savants were merely passing wind from the comfort of a secondhand recliner in their parents' basement whilst their pudgy, cheese doodle-encrusted digits do all the heavy lifting of the week?
Who's scruffy-looking?!
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Well, if Lester Bangs gets involved, perhaps Mr. Bruce should be afraid. You know how these things end: birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, BOOM!
Nixon tried that argument, too.