If you were hoping that the black boxes would help you spy on your kids, think again. The recorded information in the black boxes can be downloaded only after a crash.
At that point, you'll probably be able to find much more compelling evidence that something was amiss... like the smoldering ruins of your new Buick.
In conclusion, whether or not Symantec's COO is just smokin' crack or understands what is at risk, any attempt to censor these critical security tools, including exploit code, from the Internet will result in a constitutional travesty followed by a significant market downturn, a degraded security community, and the commercialization of vulnerabilities where the market is driven by the criminals we are trying to "stop".
Anyway the result is that with this telescope, scientists can examine the surface of very far planets in great detail, they can even track an intelligent alien being through its daily life.
...enclosed chambers that use temperature and humidity changes to artificially age the media some 20 years in only six weeks
Sounds like my brother's record collection just before he moved out of the basement. I could lend him a CD for a week and, if I ever saw it again, it had mysteriously accumulated a decade's worth of wear and tear.
It was the same with Bob Hope's obituary in the NY Times; it was written by Vincent Canby, who predeceased him by several years. Ironic, in a morbid kind of way.
A few years ago, he and colleagues submitted a paper to Nature that suggested dispersing sulfur dioxide or other submicron particles in the stratosphere to block sunlight and thus halt global warming.
Easing the effects of one kind of pollutant by adding a whole bunch of other pollutants to the atmosphere. Goodbye, global warming; hello, acid rain! Between that, and the whole hydrogen bomb thing, I'm guessing he wasn't up for Greenpeace's Man of the Year award.
WhenU chief executive Avi Naider is unfortunately quoted as saying 'This is a victory for consumer choice -- it ultimately protects consumers' right to control what they see on their computer screens.'"
In other words, the consumers are empowered... because they have the right to control exactly which flavour of crap gets shoved into their mouths.
I look forward to seeing the first convocation ceremony for the Nuclear University. All those young, fresh-faced graduates, glowing with pride... at least, we hope it's pride...
In related news, real estate prices for residential property located near military airbases just jumped by 10%.
It then plummeted by 20% as investors realized that this technology was just in the prototype phase and unlikely to be implemented on a large scale for decades.
I don't usually nitpick erotic fantasies about sexy alien space vixens, but if they were tall, skinny and evolved in a lower gravity, I think you'd be the one having to worry about snapping them in half.
The title of Ch. 6, "Amazonian Mars: The Red Planet Today", totally sold the book for me. Who are these Martian Amazons, and where did they come from?
I can't think of anything more arousing than the thought of lonely Martian/Amazon girls who have grown to heights of 7-8 feet in the lower gravity environment, and who could snap me in half like a twig.
If Einstein's fudge factor is real after all, the universe will continue to expand faster and faster as space grows bigger and bigger, producing more and more repulsion.
Einstein's fudge factor is strikingly similar to Hershey's fudge factor, in which those unfortunate souls who are addicted to sugary goodness tend to expand faster and faster, producing more and more repulsion to members of the opposite sex.
For me, the most annoying example of bad science ruining a movie is "The Saint" (1997) with Val Kilmer in the tile role and Elisabeth (Adventures In Babysitting) Shue as a brilliant scientist.
The casting, plot twists, acting and lousy disguises were bad enough - Val Kilmer wearing gobs of makeup still looks exactly like Val Kilmer - but the worst part were the scenes where Elizabeth Shue scribbles down her cold fusion calculations on scraps of paper whenever she takes a break from fleeing assasins.
At the climax of the movie, the gorgeous young scientist is able to throw together a working model in a few minutes using some nearby junk, and Presto! Cold Fusion! Wow, that was easy! The final scene shows crowds celebrating the death of the Laws of Thermodynamics, with free energy for everyone. What an uplifting ending!
Does anyone protest when the menu guys flood your doorstep? No... What about when Target or some other megaconglomerate sends bs in the mail that you didn't ask for? doubtable. Spam is no different.
No, I don't protest when the menu guys flood my doorstep... but I might if I got 50 - 150 menus/day.
Or I might protest if the junk mail wasn't just menus and credit card solicitations, but porno, confidence scams and penis enlargers.
Or I might protest if sending junk mail was actually illegal, as spam is.
Or I might protest if I had a sign on the mailbox marked "ABSOLUTELY NO JUNK MAIL" and the mailman or flyer guy went ahead and ignored it.
And I'd be especially ticked off if I couldn't protest: if I couldn't trace problematic junk mail back to an actual business or legal entity that could be held somehow accountable.
The list just goes on and on. The differences between spam and junk mail are obvious and have already been discussed extensively in this forum.
Shane Atkinson - whose business is known as spamming - said the barrage of abuse made him worry about the safety of his children.
Given that Mr. Atkinson is a man who sent out a hundred million spam messages a day, for penis enlargement and similarly raunchy BS, I too am worried about the safety of his children... with an amoral sleazebag like him for a father, who knows how his unfortunate progeny might turn out?
I doubt if Mr. Atkinson ever lost sleep over the millions of children whose email inboxes were polluted with his X-rated crap on a daily basis. And yet he tries to pull the "good father" routine. What a joke.
The so-called producer gas is a mixture of fuel gases such as hydrogen, carbon monoxide and methane.
Large coal-powered generators are required by law to take steps to minimize the release of NOx (a major pollutant and inevitable product of combustion in a nitrogen atmosphere). They are also designed to maximize combustion efficiency and thus prevent the release of CH4 and CO directly into the atmosphere due to incomplete combustion. Some of the newer ones incorporate technologies to reduce CO2 emissions through sequestration techologies.
Coal power may be dirty, but the combined pollution of a thousand small biogas combustion generators is much worse than a large coal generator with equivalent power output.
I use biomass energy all the time... whenever I go camping, the burning wood in my campfire provides energy for cooking and warmth. The problem is, this is one of the only scenarios in which biomass energy is practical.
Generally speaking, biomass is one of the least environmentally-friendly sources of energy. The combustion of biomass generates more pollutants per kWh of electricity than a coal-fired generator due to small-scale inefficiencies and the uncontrolled release of COx, NOx, and SOx gases.
The point of this book is to teach introverts why they are the way they are, to show them which aspects of their personality are immutable and which can be changed, and most of all to show that that there is nothing about introversion that requires making excuses.
He's right! There's no shame in being an introvert! Finally, after all these years, I can come out of the closet!
Oh wait... no, I can't. That's something only an extrovert could pull off properly.
Slightly far-fetched, perhaps?
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The expedition reaches the core of Atlantis, but the nanobots, as a result of over 12,000 years of artificial intelligence evolution, do not want to help humanity.
Sure, this sounds really plausible... an Antartic based human society 12,000 years ago (wasn't this during the last ice age? When the south polar region would have been even more inhospitable then it is now?). And they developed such incredibly advanced technology as to construct AI nanobots, yet somehow never bothered to spread to other, warmer continents or leave any archeological trace of their existence behind?
Even with out that sun/gravity pulse stuff the review makes this book sound completely ridiculous to me. Sorry, I prefer my SF with at least a small dose of reality or plausibility.
I can already imagine all the "great, now terrorists won't even have to go to flight school!" comments.
My advice: forget about it. If we want to prevent a repeat of 9/11, the solution is common sense initiatives such as locked cockpit doors and military quick response procedures... NOT by restricting basic technical information.
His arrangements for a celebration of two million accident-free work hours lead to a fire which burns down half the factory. He attempts to struggle through a violent attack of diarrhea during an important presentation. He accidentally locks the company's president in a restroom stall and endeavors to free him without being noticed. So accident-prone is he that we are hardly surprised when his golf pants catch fire.
Sounds like the pointy-haired boss, portrayed by Rowan Atkinson.
The machine also produces less noise and dust than a jackhammer, is more powerful than a jackhammer and requires only about two people to supervise it.
They forgot to mention the foreman to supervise the two guys supervising the robot, as well as the three people needed to hold the "SLOW" signs up for the oncoming traffic.
The Herto skulls were not found with other bones from the rest of the bodies, which is unusual, White said, leading the researchers to infer that the people "were moving the heads around on the landscape. They probably cut the muscles and broke the skull bases of some skulls to extract the brain, but why, whether as part of a cannibalistic ritual, we have no way of knowing."
I was rather surprised by the possibility of ritualistic brain-eating amongst the earliest ancestors of our species. Maybe they were extracting the brains not for appetizers, but for the same reasons Egyptians removed the brains prior to mummification: so that dead would not be encumbered by the useless grey gunk inside their head on the journey to the afterlife.
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To MacKinnon, the physician-turned-electrophysiologist-turned-crysta llographer, "the fun really begins once you have the structure."
Physician-->Electrophysiologist--->Crystallograp her-->Nobel Laureate.
Bricklayer-->Bodybuilder-->Movie Star-->Governor of California.
There's definitely something to be said for nonlinear career choices...
If you were hoping that the black boxes would help you spy on your kids, think again. The recorded information in the black boxes can be downloaded only after a crash.
At that point, you'll probably be able to find much more compelling evidence that something was amiss... like the smoldering ruins of your new Buick.
Just wanted to say that this is the longest run-on sentence I've ever read that includes the words "smokin' crack".
In conclusion, whether or not Symantec's COO is just smokin' crack or understands what is at risk, any attempt to censor these critical security tools, including exploit code, from the Internet will result in a constitutional travesty followed by a significant market downturn, a degraded security community, and the commercialization of vulnerabilities where the market is driven by the criminals we are trying to "stop".
Anyway the result is that with this telescope, scientists can examine the surface of very far planets in great detail, they can even track an intelligent alien being through its daily life.
Sounds like the ultimate unreality show.
Sounds like my brother's record collection just before he moved out of the basement. I could lend him a CD for a week and, if I ever saw it again, it had mysteriously accumulated a decade's worth of wear and tear.
It was the same with Bob Hope's obituary in the NY Times; it was written by Vincent Canby, who predeceased him by several years. Ironic, in a morbid kind of way.
A few years ago, he and colleagues submitted a paper to Nature that suggested dispersing sulfur dioxide or other submicron particles in the stratosphere to block sunlight and thus halt global warming.
Easing the effects of one kind of pollutant by adding a whole bunch of other pollutants to the atmosphere. Goodbye, global warming; hello, acid rain! Between that, and the whole hydrogen bomb thing, I'm guessing he wasn't up for Greenpeace's Man of the Year award.
WhenU chief executive Avi Naider is unfortunately quoted as saying 'This is a victory for consumer choice -- it ultimately protects consumers' right to control what they see on their computer screens.'"
In other words, the consumers are empowered... because they have the right to control exactly which flavour of crap gets shoved into their mouths.
I look forward to seeing the first convocation ceremony for the Nuclear University. All those young, fresh-faced graduates, glowing with pride... at least, we hope it's pride...
In related news, real estate prices for residential property located near military airbases just jumped by 10%.
It then plummeted by 20% as investors realized that this technology was just in the prototype phase and unlikely to be implemented on a large scale for decades.
I don't usually nitpick erotic fantasies about sexy alien space vixens, but if they were tall, skinny and evolved in a lower gravity, I think you'd be the one having to worry about snapping them in half.
You haven't seen my body, have you?
The title of Ch. 6, "Amazonian Mars: The Red Planet Today", totally sold the book for me. Who are these Martian Amazons, and where did they come from?
I can't think of anything more arousing than the thought of lonely Martian/Amazon girls who have grown to heights of 7-8 feet in the lower gravity environment, and who could snap me in half like a twig.
If Einstein's fudge factor is real after all, the universe will continue to expand faster and faster as space grows bigger and bigger, producing more and more repulsion.
Einstein's fudge factor is strikingly similar to Hershey's fudge factor, in which those unfortunate souls who are addicted to sugary goodness tend to expand faster and faster, producing more and more repulsion to members of the opposite sex.
For me, the most annoying example of bad science ruining a movie is "The Saint" (1997) with Val Kilmer in the tile role and Elisabeth (Adventures In Babysitting) Shue as a brilliant scientist.
The casting, plot twists, acting and lousy disguises were bad enough - Val Kilmer wearing gobs of makeup still looks exactly like Val Kilmer - but the worst part were the scenes where Elizabeth Shue scribbles down her cold fusion calculations on scraps of paper whenever she takes a break from fleeing assasins.
At the climax of the movie, the gorgeous young scientist is able to throw together a working model in a few minutes using some nearby junk, and Presto! Cold Fusion! Wow, that was easy! The final scene shows crowds celebrating the death of the Laws of Thermodynamics, with free energy for everyone. What an uplifting ending!
Does anyone protest when the menu guys flood your doorstep? No... What about when Target or some other megaconglomerate sends bs in the mail that you didn't ask for? doubtable. Spam is no different.
No, I don't protest when the menu guys flood my doorstep... but I might if I got 50 - 150 menus/day.
Or I might protest if the junk mail wasn't just menus and credit card solicitations, but porno, confidence scams and penis enlargers.
Or I might protest if sending junk mail was actually illegal, as spam is.
Or I might protest if I had a sign on the mailbox marked "ABSOLUTELY NO JUNK MAIL" and the mailman or flyer guy went ahead and ignored it.
And I'd be especially ticked off if I couldn't protest: if I couldn't trace problematic junk mail back to an actual business or legal entity that could be held somehow accountable.
The list just goes on and on. The differences between spam and junk mail are obvious and have already been discussed extensively in this forum.
Shane Atkinson - whose business is known as spamming - said the barrage of abuse made him worry about the safety of his children.
Given that Mr. Atkinson is a man who sent out a hundred million spam messages a day, for penis enlargement and similarly raunchy BS, I too am worried about the safety of his children... with an amoral sleazebag like him for a father, who knows how his unfortunate progeny might turn out?
I doubt if Mr. Atkinson ever lost sleep over the millions of children whose email inboxes were polluted with his X-rated crap on a daily basis. And yet he tries to pull the "good father" routine. What a joke.
The so-called producer gas is a mixture of fuel gases such as hydrogen, carbon monoxide and methane.
Large coal-powered generators are required by law to take steps to minimize the release of NOx (a major pollutant and inevitable product of combustion in a nitrogen atmosphere). They are also designed to maximize combustion efficiency and thus prevent the release of CH4 and CO directly into the atmosphere due to incomplete combustion. Some of the newer ones incorporate technologies to reduce CO2 emissions through sequestration techologies.
Coal power may be dirty, but the combined pollution of a thousand small biogas combustion generators is much worse than a large coal generator with equivalent power output.
I use biomass energy all the time... whenever I go camping, the burning wood in my campfire provides energy for cooking and warmth. The problem is, this is one of the only scenarios in which biomass energy is practical.
Generally speaking, biomass is one of the least environmentally-friendly sources of energy. The combustion of biomass generates more pollutants per kWh of electricity than a coal-fired generator due to small-scale inefficiencies and the uncontrolled release of COx, NOx, and SOx gases.
The point of this book is to teach introverts why they are the way they are, to show them which aspects of their personality are immutable and which can be changed, and most of all to show that that there is nothing about introversion that requires making excuses.
He's right! There's no shame in being an introvert! Finally, after all these years, I can come out of the closet!
Oh wait... no, I can't. That's something only an extrovert could pull off properly.
The expedition reaches the core of Atlantis, but the nanobots, as a result of over 12,000 years of artificial intelligence evolution, do not want to help humanity.
Sure, this sounds really plausible... an Antartic based human society 12,000 years ago (wasn't this during the last ice age? When the south polar region would have been even more inhospitable then it is now?). And they developed such incredibly advanced technology as to construct AI nanobots, yet somehow never bothered to spread to other, warmer continents or leave any archeological trace of their existence behind?
Even with out that sun/gravity pulse stuff the review makes this book sound completely ridiculous to me. Sorry, I prefer my SF with at least a small dose of reality or plausibility.
I can already imagine all the "great, now terrorists won't even have to go to flight school!" comments.
My advice: forget about it. If we want to prevent a repeat of 9/11, the solution is common sense initiatives such as locked cockpit doors and military quick response procedures... NOT by restricting basic technical information.
His arrangements for a celebration of two million accident-free work hours lead to a fire which burns down half the factory. He attempts to struggle through a violent attack of diarrhea during an important presentation. He accidentally locks the company's president in a restroom stall and endeavors to free him without being noticed. So accident-prone is he that we are hardly surprised when his golf pants catch fire.
Sounds like the pointy-haired boss, portrayed by Rowan Atkinson.
The machine also produces less noise and dust than a jackhammer, is more powerful than a jackhammer and requires only about two people to supervise it.
They forgot to mention the foreman to supervise the two guys supervising the robot, as well as the three people needed to hold the "SLOW" signs up for the oncoming traffic.
The Herto skulls were not found with other bones from the rest of the bodies, which is unusual, White said, leading the researchers to infer that the people "were moving the heads around on the landscape. They probably cut the muscles and broke the skull bases of some skulls to extract the brain, but why, whether as part of a cannibalistic ritual, we have no way of knowing."
I was rather surprised by the possibility of ritualistic brain-eating amongst the earliest ancestors of our species. Maybe they were extracting the brains not for appetizers, but for the same reasons Egyptians removed the brains prior to mummification: so that dead would not be encumbered by the useless grey gunk inside their head on the journey to the afterlife.