The irony here is that after reading your comment, I learned something new, gleaned from a virtuous and vigorous clickbait immune response.
Maybe half the esoteric physics I know I've learned from clickbait demolition.
Likewise, not that long ago, maybe half of all neurological knowledge could be tracked to a skull-ripping dumdum hand-me-down from the grisly aftermath of the Eastern front.
The shock of the spring time change (it's mostly on the spring forward side) is easily alleviated by planning a week in advance. (Check your local government: you might even be able to pencil in next year's time change into your calendar already; who says government is never on the ball?)
Starting Saturday morning, a week before time springs forward, get up six minutes earlier than the previous Saturday. Progressive offsets relative to established routine on standard time, by day of week: F -00 just a normal workday S -06 S -12 M -18 T -24 W -30 T -36 F -42 S -48 S -54 first morning on DST M -60 first standard workday on DST
This program alleviates almost 100% of the "shock" (I quoted a big chunk of the literature is a previous DST post). Note that if your established routine is to sleep in like crazy on the weekend, I haven't changed anything. Give yourself exactly the same social jet lag as customary, but this time on a 23h54m circadian day.
What to do in the morning on the catastrophic three days where you are getting up 30+ minutes earlier (relative to social time) than normal? Maybe show up at work 30 minutes earlier? Walk the dog? Make a Facebook post? Pay a couple of bills? The possibilities here are as endless as they are universally appalling.
People love to quote the car accident and heart attack statistics, but they won't lift a finger to fiddle with their alarm clock ten times in a row to wipe these gruesome statistics down to zero.
Even people who use their cellphone as their alarm clock seem unwilling to lift half a finger, just to procure an app to manage this ten-day progression automatically.
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Here's my situation.
My natural, adult body clock runs 25h25m.
Not that long ago, I free-ran for a three-year period. For 1001 days, I woke up 85-minutes later, day after day. Try it sometime, it's a total blast, and you'll be the life of the party among friends & family for the whole while.
The yowls and howls of protest over what could be managed as a painless 10 x -6 minute cumulative progression simply blow my mind.
Over the past three years, I've managed to control my condition with melatonin almost perfectly. No dose of standard melatonin can achieve this, I tried every possible dose over years and years, until I became so frustrated I punted melatonin into the void, to try my hand at free-running. After slogging through this for what seemed like eternity, by happenstance I got my hands on a sustained-release formulation (never tried this before), and decided to give melatonin one last shot; turns out there is a successful dose—just barely—with 97+% dose-schedule adherence. Ultimately SR was the magic bullet in my case (a last straw viewed from one side is a magic bullet viewed from the other side—yet people persist in thinking that subatomic physics is weird).
If I miss just one pill, it takes me a full month to recover my previous alignment. My record-shortest circadian day is presently 23h58m sustained for a couple of months. Not a bloody large margin of error, so I freak out over remembering to take my pill at precisely 15:00 every damn day. Pebble watch vibrates while I'm removing something hot from the oven? Oh, well, I can clean the floor later. No, not quite, but I certainly give it a moment's sober consideration.
None of the people who were fooled by Russian trolls will admit they were taken by the Ruskies.
It's an extremely difficult (near impossible) task to design a rigorous experimental protocol that can accurately track decision-making cause and effect, especially concerning a decision potentially buffeted by hundreds of distinct forces.
Experimental psychologist Petter Johansson researches choice blindness — a phenomenon where we convince ourselves that we're getting what we want, even when we're not.
TED has become a sad echo of its former self, but that segment is okay. Not great, merely okay. Sixteen minutes, one idea, but a decent idea by the end.
Your standard for people explaining themselves is unattainably high, not just for this matter, but pretty much every matter 24/7.
Johansson is confused about how people reason. We don't (normally) construct a direct delta between A and B which we reason about and commit to memory for later dissection. There are some special cases where we can reason about the delta explicitly, which is probably why Johansson has fallen into this trap.
(God, I hope I would not number among the sheeple who can't even remember what they just picked. Chances are good that I'm a member of the 10%. It would utterly slay me to learn I was a member of the sleepy 90%.)
Even Disney wouldn't pay $1 billion to renew Steamboat Willie - their shareholders would riot.
But it's not just the Disney shareholders behind this.
America considers Finance, Hollywood, and Silicon Valley as three of their rock stars in a balance of trade war that isn't going any better lately than that little skirmish in Afghanistan.
Nationalistic American elites would sooner cut off a hand than hobble any of these industries.
Perhaps Big Pharma belongs on this list, too, but I don't track the ups and downs of this volatile sector with enough regularity to presently know.
I use my wiki to track nearly every substantial piece of media I consume, going back about five years now (Trump-era political comedy excluded, because there's simply too much of it, and I mostly use it as background noise).
My motto is: if it's too much bother to record, it's not worth my mental energy to consume (recording takes about 2% of the total time). I've already recorded 23 items in March 2018 (nine days).
An interesting side effect is that my ability to rapidly select the best content has substantially improved as a result.
I also have my browser set up so I rarely see any advertising at all.
These are not really consumer products. Basically what you get out of an Optane drive is more durability (hence 10DWPB instead of 0.3DWPD @ 5 year warranty), and low latencies at low queue depths ( 10uS @ QD1 instead of 30uS+ @ QD1 for a NAND drive, random read).
I've plucked interface bandwidth from the article:
NVMe M.2 gumsticks offering >3GB/s
With a mere two more orders of magnitude of endurance, this small Optane product would make a perfect ZFS SLOG drive (aka ZIL).
The 3 GB/s bandwidth on an M.2 gum-stick is not unreasonable for a busy(ish) ZFS server rated for peak operation over at most a 20% operational duty cycle (34 hours per week).
And this is not unreasonable ZIL write bandwidth once you declare all NFS write traffic 100% synchronous (per the standard), which BSD really wants to do in the first place (Linux not so much, last time I checked).
I'm pretty sure this slack-ass durability is why the memory product is so long delayed.
Just imagine if I had plugged in the bandwidth of an entire DDR4 lane.
The plan worked too well, restoring Holly to an I.Q. of 6,000 then on to more than 12,000, but at the cost of reducing her lifespan to minutes and forcing Holly to shut herself down to preserve what little time she had left.
If Holly didn't contain some future Intel Optane product, I'll eat my radioactive hair net requisition forms.
I checked three books on chronobiology out of my local library late yesterday morning, and by the time I went to bed—at 19:00, because I'm presently resetting my sleep clock—I had read 80% of the first book, the meatiest chapter of the second book (the most technical of the three books), and about 25% of the third book.
The problem with with cramming all this at the end of a long day (all this reading took place after an intense ten hours at the keyboard) is that while I remember quite a bit, it's all halfway blended together until I sit down with all these books again, to properly sort provenance.
Basically I over-filled my memory bucket yesterday until it was splashing out all over the floor. According to one of my recent sleep science excursions, a major reason that memory degrades with sleep deprivation is that your short-term bucket doesn't get enough opportunity to empty out, through the sleep system that relays short-term memory into long-term cortical storage. In computer science, on a hash collision you either chain or rehash. In wetware, you just use the same partially occupied bucket, but with a lower margin of signal to noise. The margin of signal to noise declines throughout the waking interval, as more and more unfiled short-term memories stack up to compete with inbound data.
My three books, as ordered above:
* Internal Time (2012) by Till Roenneberg * Rhythms of Life (2004) by Russell Foster * Chronotherapy: Resetting Your Inner Clock to Boost Mood, Alertness, and Quality Sleep (2012) by Michael Terman
Turns out, Roenneberg and Foster are members of the mutual blurb club. This was pretty funny, because the Foster's blurb on Roenneberg's book doesn't really say who he is, it basically reads: Some Guy, Oxford University. I went to myself, "who the hell is this guy, really?" because that's not normal blurb etiquette (axe murder, body odour, what are they hiding?).
An hour later I picked up Foster's book, made the instant connection, "ah, that's who is, I bet's he's got a Roenneblurb on his own back cover" and sure enough, there it was.
Anyway, that's a long-winded way to explain that this three-headed book monster contains some of the deepest material on DST I've yet to come across. Wish I could accurately relate which and where.
Roenneberg is the data scientist of the three, and he has a huge database that covers unified Germany. So large, he can actually plot a linear relationship between German longitude and individual chronophase (it really is a linear relationship moving west to east, almost entirely indifferent to the social time zone, which one can see by comparing West Germany with former East Germany, which share many points of longitude, while operating—at least during much of the data collection phase—in different socially constructed time zones).
The shocking chart (I'm pretty sure now this is another Roenneberg) was phase adjustment at the biannual standard/daylight adjustment boundaries. The chronophase of larks took four full weeks to fully adapt to the onset of DST, while the owls never returned to the same phase structure on DST that they had previously had on ST. (I was too groggy at this point to precisely factor out the pros and cons of a typical owl's before/after phase structure; the narrative seemed to imply that after was worse, without giving direct justification.)
One thing to note, however, is that whether a person prefers a year-round DST or ST logically depends on a mixture of chronotype and which edge of the time zone a person inhabits (it's the same one hour shift accomplished either legislatively or geographically—even if you colour government evil, your biological clock is too ideologically deficient to detect this all-powerful moral discriminant).
Also, the issue of DST is logically different for a nation which is exactly one hour wide, and whether it nests snugly inside one natural time zone, or str
Nearly three-quarters (73 percent) of U.S. adults believe artificial intelligence will "eliminate more jobs than it creates," according to a Gallup survey. But, the same survey found that less than a quarter (23 percent) of people were "worried" or "very worried" automation would affect them personally.
So if AI eliminates more jobs that it creates, and this wipes out exactly 23% of existing jobs, American wisdom of the crowds can properly ascend the podium of clairvoyant American exceptionalism.
That's the most ignorant use of the word 'but' I've seen in a month.
However this is just one restaurant and it's probably making only a few hundred patties a day.
That makes no sense. 100 burgers a day for three years is 100,000 burgers served. Once you load NPV onto TCO, you're adding near $1 per burger just to cook the patty.
I can see the ROI kicking in at the 500 burger per day range, but they've probably started at locations closer to 1000 burgers per day (circa 100 burgers per hour, with a steady service window of 10 hours).
As soon as Google Fiber deployed, suddenly *every provider* offered Gigabit for less than $100/mo. plus value adds and promos. I mean, it took weeks max, once Google Fiber started scheduling installations. Just like that.
That was always half the point: to provide a convenient lightning rod for customer anger, should the incumbent's lay a heavy hand on their escalating coefficient of customer rape.
Because Google fiber merely exists, incumbents must boil their frogs in the slow lane, everywhere in America, or watch out.
Substitute "insane" for "crime" in that last sentence. Why is it "obviously" insane? And why insane at all? Different culture. It's "insane" in your culture, but that make it true globally?
I think the original poster was placing the modern state of Virginia in the context of women's suffrage, 35-years downstream from even Liechtenstein.
Late adopters in Europe were Spain in 1933, France in 1944, Italy in 1946, Greece in 1952, San Marino in 1959, Monaco in 1962, Andorra in 1970, Switzerland in 1971 at federal level, and Liechtenstein in 1984.
Not on the list: The Appalachians (now mostly cliche), the Mormon outback (not quite 100% exsanguinated), and wealthy Wahabists (still in the pink of yesteryear).
You suppose Ben Franklin couldn't make the intellectual leap from the power loom to the Gatling gun?
You're almost certainly wrong.
The actual problem is not predicting the future, but figuring out which of many thousands of plausible developments are worth talking about, before they've yet come to fruition.
For Franklin, s/plausible/obvious/g. For Jefferson, s/plausible/obvious/50%
FFS, before there was a Library of Congress, there was Thomas Jefferson's personal reading room. I only rated him 50% because he couldn't possibly have read even half of the esoteric books he owned.
Both of them foresaw enough to know that future generations would need to achieve the right balance between tradition with common sense.
Hamilton was no dummy, either.
Next stop: Ken Thompson and Rob Pike didn't foresee the rise of distributed computing, because, you know, the jump from concurrency to distributed algorithms is vastly greater than the jump from the power loom to the Gatling gun.
I've read other studies indicating that in some areas of big cities, 50% of local traffic is people driving around trying to find a legal parking spot, holding up the rest of traffic in the process.
We have a lot of built structure that assumes every house has a two-car garage, variously full and empty on pretty much a daily basis.
Take away most of the street parking, cities become more compact and walkable, with safer bike lanes. But that's a long, slow process that won't show up in the urban productivity statistics for decades to come.
The productivity paradox refers to the slowdown in productivity growth in the United States in the 1970s and 80s despite rapid development in the field of information technology (IT) over the same period.
During that time, despite dramatic advances in computer power and increasing investment in IT, productivity growth slowed down at the level of the whole U.S. economy, and often within individual sectors that had invested heavily in IT.
While the computing capacity of the U.S. increased a hundredfold in the 1970s and 1980s, labor productivity growth slowed from over 3% in the 1960s to roughly 1% in the 1990s.
"Paradox"—on longstanding evidence—is a word that primarily means "durf durf who knew systems theory could be so counter-intuitive to sheltered, ivory tower Pollyannas".
For a physicist, the atomic bomb was just a bit of a practical diversion from the much more interesting problem of theoretical physics.
Read some actual history.
Yield estimation involved some intense efforts on both the theoretical and the practical side that practically founded the discipline of CFD, without which the astrophysics of stellar nucleosynthesis would have remained permanently opaque. I'm pretty sure I recall Feynman saying that the design of the bomb involved some of the sweetest physics solutions he'd ever seen (he never named these in public that I know of, for what can only be classified as obvious reasons, but several of these probably centered around the detonation package, and shaping the uniformity of the implosion, which is all critical to ultimate yield).
Perhaps a few of those supreme eggheads viewed the devices as bench-scale stellar objects, but not one of them would have called it an engineering problem, except perhaps for a few smug theorists—with an excess of thumbs—who gaily professed to believe that all of experimental physics is "just an engineering problem".
For bonus marks, put a post in your back pocket for the next time LIGO enters the conversation. That will present a great opportunity to sound the sad "just engineering" trombone once again.
While it's more than just a little ironic that these automated vehicles require gobs of attention and pampering from human hands just to function correctly, some companies are working on a way around it.
Yeah, because every time society goes on another automation kick, robustness is a zero-day freebie.
While I understand virtue signalling, I'm still working on this conspicuous signalling of brain damage. Perhaps the intended message is mostly harmless, comparatively speaking, next to alcohol abuse, for whom this ridiculous bell tolls.
I was once prescribed AT for my N24 sleep condition. This did nothing to correct for my huge daily drift (period = 25.4 hour), but it had nearly miraculous effects on my sleep quality.
In the werewolf week of my cycle where I was sleeping primarily during the day, my sleep quality was typically poor (not due to light, temperature, or noise, all of which were controlled). After about four days of reduced quality sleep, my listlessness would skyrocket. One small dose of AT would then cause me to sleep very hard and usually for an extra couple of hours. I would awaken feeling miraculously restored.
Unfortunately, I also awoke feeling muzzy-headed until early "afternoon" (body time). Too muzzy to accomplish much at the keyboard.
One day I was reading the monograph for AT and noticed that NT was a metabolite, so I thought, why don't I give it a shot to see if I can keep the benefits, ditch the side effects?
Nortriptyline is the major active metabolite of amitriptyline, a first-generation TCA.
I went through channels to change my Rx to NT (not using Rick Gates) and sure enough, NT had the same benefits, and far less muzziness the day after.
I've been using NT as needed for close to two decades now. Lately, using NT hardly at all because I finally have a melatonin therapy that fixes my problem 95% of the time (the breakthrough step was switching to a sustained-release formulation).
The miraculous effect of NT depends upon my sleep degrading in a specific way. When I take NT in this state, there are two observable effects at "night".
First, micro-wakings become very short in duration and return to the deeper sleep state is pretty much guaranteed. It actually seems like NT suppresses a circuit that notices the micro-waking and sounds the consciousness church bell. Only a tiny little sliver of consciousness gains traction, then fades away very quickly as if it hadn't ever been there.
Second, there's a change in the amplitude of the sleep cycles toward the end of the sleep period. A normal model is that sleep consists of five sleep cycles, averaging about 1.5 hours each. Each cycle has a slightly different mix of functions. For example, the last cycle is particularly important to sleep spindles, which is particularly important to consolidating explosive skill memory, such as golf or figure skating (the fine motor adjustments cascade so fast, they have to be pre-programmed neurologically). I've never figured out whether NT changes my architecture to 6 times 1.5 hours or 5 times 2 hours, but NT does tend to increase my sleep duration to 10 hours, with the last 2 or 3 hours being extremely deep and powerful. Note that his effect only happens when my sleep is in a bad state prior to taking NT (usually the only reason I take NT).
I did for a while take a custom-compounded dose of 4 mg daily to see whether I could go from a shotgun effect to a blanket effect, but it was causing too much intestinal distress (probably irritating another condition of recent origin which the gloriously cost-effective Canadian medical system is taking its sweet time to diagnose—bear in mind while calibrating your irony kneejerk that I am a card-carrying member of the medical-delivery-is-par-thirteen club, and I grade accordingly). The blanket experiment ended up non-conclusive because it was causing me to awaken frequently with bowel and back pain ("just how tight do your bowels need to be to induce back pain?" was my main cognitive content during these waking episodes).
The reason my original doctor put me on AT was that he had a long history of mitigating the sleep impairment component of fibromyalgia by the same strategy, and some of my complaints struck him as similar. There's a fair amount of lore in the FM community about AT (mostly) and NT as effective analgesics.
So now I see that I lied: there's actually a third noticeable effect of taking NT. It doesn't reduce pain so much, and make you more indifferent to the
If a bunch of Twitter accounts can actually influence an election, then banning bots isn't going to help much.
Probably also true: if a bunch of Twitter accounts can actually influence an election, then not banning bots means nothing else you might do will help much, at all.
Low chance of success by doing v. zero chance of success by not doing.
When it comes to defending democracy, I'll take epsilon over zero every day of the week and twice on Tuesday.
Once upon a time, a picture was worth a thousand words (and few of them required any careful thought). Those days are over.
Who are you going to believe? Me, or your own lying eyes?
Once upon a time, that was a punch line. Those days are over, too.
Somewhere in Africa is the next Wolfgang Beltracchi, and soon he'll be earning his PhD in human–computer collaboration by moonlighting on Amazon Turk.
Beltracchi's forgeries embarrassed many art evaluation firms and numerous customers have sought legal remedy against the art specialists who mistakenly certified the artworks' authenticity.
I skimmed a book on money laundering recently by a world authority in undercover tactics. He was too much the bigoted cop for me to make it all the way through the book (no court has ever done anything right, with a hint of anal rape as just deserts).
He did explain the fascination with overvalued art, though, before I bailed. It's already so hard to tell good art from bad, the mule can slip a pricey painting beside a couple of pieces of crap for the cottage, and customs will rarely notice the difference. Then some drug dealer from Bolivia will buy it at a substantial Sotheby's discount, and stick it in the upstairs guest bedroom of his third home, where it functions much like Bitcoin: valued more for its cross-border portability in a dirty laundry crunch than its ability to ever escape the black market.
Once Interpol deploys their own ANN image ferret, the era of antique coloured canvas as a poor man's Bitcoin will also draw to a close.
I have no problem with this feature under a "share" button, but plain-old copy and paste are not a tag-team synonym for sharing in any sane world.
The PC revolution was largely built on determinism at scale: the same operation repeated (on your machine, or the next machine) achieves the same results. This was pretty new in the world in the late seventies. It's why we became able to build more complex distributed systems than ever before; it's how we ultimately carved our way out of spaghetti-code mountain.
Now we take this boon for granted, and the pendulum continues to swing back toward infantilization.
Now copy, too, is apparently on its way to sloppy seconds (the way of all things shared too much, howsoever assiduously groomed).
As a general proposition among neoliberals who have poured clarified butter over Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations while pushing Adam Smith's Theory of Moral Sentiments off to the broccoli side of the ideological plate, corporations only care about the betterment of society insofar as it also helps their bottom line.
As a general proposition, women only give sex for money.
Money: the abstract quantity which motivates an animal to engage in any pro-social behaviour whatsoever.
Even Adam Smith thought that definition was total baloney.
Russ Roberts: I don't want to miss our conversation about tipping in places you never expect to come back to.
Why is it that people tip in restaurants they'll never come back to, cabs they'll never be in again?
And of course many people listening to this would say, 'Only an economist would think this is a puzzle'. But, go ahead.
Anthony Gill: Yeah, it seems like such a horrible thing. But I think only an economist who hasn't read Adam Smith's The Theory of Moral Sentiments would think that a problem.
Apparently, man invented the corporation so that we could shed our best impulses, once and for all.
Every other human assembly is judged the caliber of people involved; but corporations run true to blood type: green. Only, and always.
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One of the great things about Spock was his clarity of categorical perception, without constantly being filtered through some half-misremembered Vulcan blowhard.
I would have also enjoyed hall-monitor Spock, who constantly upbraided McCoy by responding "yes, but so-and-so also said X in another book".
And then McCoy would reply "damn your green eyes".
Chinese economic reforms are only there to pacify and mollify the people and to distract them from getting together in large groups espousing any form of dissent.
I'm the world's only onlyologist, and you just tripped my wire.
You do realize that the word "only" sets up a logical converse: that if public mollification weren't necessary, the Chinese authorities wouldn't give a sweet fuck all about any of those filthy, wealth-generating economic reforms. I've met one or two Chinese people, and as a group—almost to the same degree as Americans given half a chance—they do give a sweet fuck all about wealth creation.
One could, perhaps, say that political reforms are pried out of the Chinese oligarchy's icy cold, nearly dead hands without wearing a lemon meringue pie, self-applied, though even that sentiment would be slightly borderline.
The Puna plateau's elevation averages 4,500 m above sea level, and it spans an area of 180,000 km2.
Tall, but not growing. Worthless.
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Apparently, one man's peak is another man's poison.
I bought my first and last cell phone in September 2012. Then, when I figured out the Android security model, I turned off the data modem, and the Wi-Fi (except when in use while I'm at home). I haven't installed a new app since my Pebble watch.
That was the last straw. Now it's basically just a phone with benefits (the sketchy kind with gifts that keep giving).
I'm technically in the market for a new phone with a larger form factor, but there's presently no phone out there with a security/privacy model than entices me in the least.
Also, I'm still using my old Pebble watch as a vibrating pill timer (the hardest alarm to ignore in a busy place), but I'm now effectively out of the smart watch game, as well.
Slashdot Mirror
Damn, I meant to type "Pauli" but my fingers had religious momentum.
The irony here is that after reading your comment, I learned something new, gleaned from a virtuous and vigorous clickbait immune response.
Maybe half the esoteric physics I know I've learned from clickbait demolition.
Likewise, not that long ago, maybe half of all neurological knowledge could be tracked to a skull-ripping dumdum hand-me-down from the grisly aftermath of the Eastern front.
The shock of the spring time change (it's mostly on the spring forward side) is easily alleviated by planning a week in advance. (Check your local government: you might even be able to pencil in next year's time change into your calendar already; who says government is never on the ball?)
Starting Saturday morning, a week before time springs forward, get up six minutes earlier than the previous Saturday. Progressive offsets relative to established routine on standard time, by day of week:
F -00 just a normal workday
S -06
S -12
M -18
T -24
W -30
T -36
F -42
S -48
S -54 first morning on DST
M -60 first standard workday on DST
This program alleviates almost 100% of the "shock" (I quoted a big chunk of the literature is a previous DST post). Note that if your established routine is to sleep in like crazy on the weekend, I haven't changed anything. Give yourself exactly the same social jet lag as customary, but this time on a 23h54m circadian day.
What to do in the morning on the catastrophic three days where you are getting up 30+ minutes earlier (relative to social time) than normal? Maybe show up at work 30 minutes earlier? Walk the dog? Make a Facebook post? Pay a couple of bills? The possibilities here are as endless as they are universally appalling.
People love to quote the car accident and heart attack statistics, but they won't lift a finger to fiddle with their alarm clock ten times in a row to wipe these gruesome statistics down to zero.
Stupid, lazy, unmotivated, inveterate complainers.
Even people who use their cellphone as their alarm clock seem unwilling to lift half a finger, just to procure an app to manage this ten-day progression automatically.
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Here's my situation.
My natural, adult body clock runs 25h25m.
Not that long ago, I free-ran for a three-year period. For 1001 days, I woke up 85-minutes later, day after day. Try it sometime, it's a total blast, and you'll be the life of the party among friends & family for the whole while.
The yowls and howls of protest over what could be managed as a painless 10 x -6 minute cumulative progression simply blow my mind.
Over the past three years, I've managed to control my condition with melatonin almost perfectly. No dose of standard melatonin can achieve this, I tried every possible dose over years and years, until I became so frustrated I punted melatonin into the void, to try my hand at free-running. After slogging through this for what seemed like eternity, by happenstance I got my hands on a sustained-release formulation (never tried this before), and decided to give melatonin one last shot; turns out there is a successful dose—just barely—with 97+% dose-schedule adherence. Ultimately SR was the magic bullet in my case (a last straw viewed from one side is a magic bullet viewed from the other side—yet people persist in thinking that subatomic physics is weird).
If I miss just one pill, it takes me a full month to recover my previous alignment. My record-shortest circadian day is presently 23h58m sustained for a couple of months. Not a bloody large margin of error, so I freak out over remembering to take my pill at precisely 15:00 every damn day. Pebble watch vibrates while I'm removing something hot from the oven? Oh, well, I can clean the floor later. No, not quite, but I certainly give it a moment's sober consideration.
It's an extremely difficult (near impossible) task to design a rigorous experimental protocol that can accurately track decision-making cause and effect, especially concerning a decision potentially buffeted by hundreds of distinct forces.
Do you really know why you do what you do? — recorded November 2016
TED has become a sad echo of its former self, but that segment is okay. Not great, merely okay. Sixteen minutes, one idea, but a decent idea by the end.
Your standard for people explaining themselves is unattainably high, not just for this matter, but pretty much every matter 24/7.
Johansson is confused about how people reason. We don't (normally) construct a direct delta between A and B which we reason about and commit to memory for later dissection. There are some special cases where we can reason about the delta explicitly, which is probably why Johansson has fallen into this trap.
(God, I hope I would not number among the sheeple who can't even remember what they just picked. Chances are good that I'm a member of the 10%. It would utterly slay me to learn I was a member of the sleepy 90%.)
But it's not just the Disney shareholders behind this.
America considers Finance, Hollywood, and Silicon Valley as three of their rock stars in a balance of trade war that isn't going any better lately than that little skirmish in Afghanistan.
Nationalistic American elites would sooner cut off a hand than hobble any of these industries.
Perhaps Big Pharma belongs on this list, too, but I don't track the ups and downs of this volatile sector with enough regularity to presently know.
I use my wiki to track nearly every substantial piece of media I consume, going back about five years now (Trump-era political comedy excluded, because there's simply too much of it, and I mostly use it as background noise).
My motto is: if it's too much bother to record, it's not worth my mental energy to consume (recording takes about 2% of the total time). I've already recorded 23 items in March 2018 (nine days).
An interesting side effect is that my ability to rapidly select the best content has substantially improved as a result.
I also have my browser set up so I rarely see any advertising at all.
I really believe that you are what you think.
Google calc: 10 * 58 GB / (3 GB/s * 24 hours ) = 0.22% gum-stick NVME duty cycle
I've plucked interface bandwidth from the article:
With a mere two more orders of magnitude of endurance, this small Optane product would make a perfect ZFS SLOG drive (aka ZIL).
The 3 GB/s bandwidth on an M.2 gum-stick is not unreasonable for a busy(ish) ZFS server rated for peak operation over at most a 20% operational duty cycle (34 hours per week).
And this is not unreasonable ZIL write bandwidth once you declare all NFS write traffic 100% synchronous (per the standard), which BSD really wants to do in the first place (Linux not so much, last time I checked).
I'm pretty sure this slack-ass durability is why the memory product is so long delayed.
Just imagine if I had plugged in the bandwidth of an entire DDR4 lane.
If Holly didn't contain some future Intel Optane product, I'll eat my radioactive hair net requisition forms.
Holly Returns
Kicking bottom, or what?
I checked three books on chronobiology out of my local library late yesterday morning, and by the time I went to bed—at 19:00, because I'm presently resetting my sleep clock—I had read 80% of the first book, the meatiest chapter of the second book (the most technical of the three books), and about 25% of the third book.
The problem with with cramming all this at the end of a long day (all this reading took place after an intense ten hours at the keyboard) is that while I remember quite a bit, it's all halfway blended together until I sit down with all these books again, to properly sort provenance.
Basically I over-filled my memory bucket yesterday until it was splashing out all over the floor. According to one of my recent sleep science excursions, a major reason that memory degrades with sleep deprivation is that your short-term bucket doesn't get enough opportunity to empty out, through the sleep system that relays short-term memory into long-term cortical storage. In computer science, on a hash collision you either chain or rehash. In wetware, you just use the same partially occupied bucket, but with a lower margin of signal to noise. The margin of signal to noise declines throughout the waking interval, as more and more unfiled short-term memories stack up to compete with inbound data.
My three books, as ordered above:
* Internal Time (2012) by Till Roenneberg
* Rhythms of Life (2004) by Russell Foster
* Chronotherapy: Resetting Your Inner Clock to Boost Mood, Alertness, and Quality Sleep (2012) by Michael Terman
Turns out, Roenneberg and Foster are members of the mutual blurb club. This was pretty funny, because the Foster's blurb on Roenneberg's book doesn't really say who he is, it basically reads: Some Guy, Oxford University. I went to myself, "who the hell is this guy, really?" because that's not normal blurb etiquette (axe murder, body odour, what are they hiding?).
An hour later I picked up Foster's book, made the instant connection, "ah, that's who is, I bet's he's got a Roenneblurb on his own back cover" and sure enough, there it was.
Anyway, that's a long-winded way to explain that this three-headed book monster contains some of the deepest material on DST I've yet to come across. Wish I could accurately relate which and where.
Roenneberg is the data scientist of the three, and he has a huge database that covers unified Germany. So large, he can actually plot a linear relationship between German longitude and individual chronophase (it really is a linear relationship moving west to east, almost entirely indifferent to the social time zone, which one can see by comparing West Germany with former East Germany, which share many points of longitude, while operating—at least during much of the data collection phase—in different socially constructed time zones).
The shocking chart (I'm pretty sure now this is another Roenneberg) was phase adjustment at the biannual standard/daylight adjustment boundaries. The chronophase of larks took four full weeks to fully adapt to the onset of DST, while the owls never returned to the same phase structure on DST that they had previously had on ST. (I was too groggy at this point to precisely factor out the pros and cons of a typical owl's before/after phase structure; the narrative seemed to imply that after was worse, without giving direct justification.)
One thing to note, however, is that whether a person prefers a year-round DST or ST logically depends on a mixture of chronotype and which edge of the time zone a person inhabits (it's the same one hour shift accomplished either legislatively or geographically—even if you colour government evil, your biological clock is too ideologically deficient to detect this all-powerful moral discriminant).
Also, the issue of DST is logically different for a nation which is exactly one hour wide, and whether it nests snugly inside one natural time zone, or str
So if AI eliminates more jobs that it creates, and this wipes out exactly 23% of existing jobs, American wisdom of the crowds can properly ascend the podium of clairvoyant American exceptionalism.
That's the most ignorant use of the word 'but' I've seen in a month.
People used to say "a woman's work is never done". At least this story conveys a hint of gender parity.
That makes no sense. 100 burgers a day for three years is 100,000 burgers served. Once you load NPV onto TCO, you're adding near $1 per burger just to cook the patty.
I can see the ROI kicking in at the 500 burger per day range, but they've probably started at locations closer to 1000 burgers per day (circa 100 burgers per hour, with a steady service window of 10 hours).
That was always half the point: to provide a convenient lightning rod for customer anger, should the incumbent's lay a heavy hand on their escalating coefficient of customer rape.
Because Google fiber merely exists, incumbents must boil their frogs in the slow lane, everywhere in America, or watch out.
I think the original poster was placing the modern state of Virginia in the context of women's suffrage, 35-years downstream from even Liechtenstein.
Not on the list: The Appalachians (now mostly cliche), the Mormon outback (not quite 100% exsanguinated), and wealthy Wahabists (still in the pink of yesteryear).
18th Century Timeline: 1700 - 1799
You suppose Ben Franklin couldn't make the intellectual leap from the power loom to the Gatling gun?
You're almost certainly wrong.
The actual problem is not predicting the future, but figuring out which of many thousands of plausible developments are worth talking about, before they've yet come to fruition.
For Franklin, s/plausible/obvious/g.
For Jefferson, s/plausible/obvious/50%
FFS, before there was a Library of Congress, there was Thomas Jefferson's personal reading room. I only rated him 50% because he couldn't possibly have read even half of the esoteric books he owned.
Both of them foresaw enough to know that future generations would need to achieve the right balance between tradition with common sense.
Hamilton was no dummy, either.
Next stop: Ken Thompson and Rob Pike didn't foresee the rise of distributed computing, because, you know, the jump from concurrency to distributed algorithms is vastly greater than the jump from the power loom to the Gatling gun.
I've read other studies indicating that in some areas of big cities, 50% of local traffic is people driving around trying to find a legal parking spot, holding up the rest of traffic in the process.
We have a lot of built structure that assumes every house has a two-car garage, variously full and empty on pretty much a daily basis.
Take away most of the street parking, cities become more compact and walkable, with safer bike lanes. But that's a long, slow process that won't show up in the urban productivity statistics for decades to come.
Productivity paradox
"Paradox"—on longstanding evidence—is a word that primarily means "durf durf who knew systems theory could be so counter-intuitive to sheltered, ivory tower Pollyannas".
Read some actual history.
Yield estimation involved some intense efforts on both the theoretical and the practical side that practically founded the discipline of CFD, without which the astrophysics of stellar nucleosynthesis would have remained permanently opaque. I'm pretty sure I recall Feynman saying that the design of the bomb involved some of the sweetest physics solutions he'd ever seen (he never named these in public that I know of, for what can only be classified as obvious reasons, but several of these probably centered around the detonation package, and shaping the uniformity of the implosion, which is all critical to ultimate yield).
Perhaps a few of those supreme eggheads viewed the devices as bench-scale stellar objects, but not one of them would have called it an engineering problem, except perhaps for a few smug theorists—with an excess of thumbs—who gaily professed to believe that all of experimental physics is "just an engineering problem".
For bonus marks, put a post in your back pocket for the next time LIGO enters the conversation. That will present a great opportunity to sound the sad "just engineering" trombone once again.
Yeah, because every time society goes on another automation kick, robustness is a zero-day freebie.
While I understand virtue signalling, I'm still working on this conspicuous signalling of brain damage. Perhaps the intended message is mostly harmless, comparatively speaking, next to alcohol abuse, for whom this ridiculous bell tolls.
I was once prescribed AT for my N24 sleep condition. This did nothing to correct for my huge daily drift (period = 25.4 hour), but it had nearly miraculous effects on my sleep quality.
In the werewolf week of my cycle where I was sleeping primarily during the day, my sleep quality was typically poor (not due to light, temperature, or noise, all of which were controlled). After about four days of reduced quality sleep, my listlessness would skyrocket. One small dose of AT would then cause me to sleep very hard and usually for an extra couple of hours. I would awaken feeling miraculously restored.
Unfortunately, I also awoke feeling muzzy-headed until early "afternoon" (body time). Too muzzy to accomplish much at the keyboard.
One day I was reading the monograph for AT and noticed that NT was a metabolite, so I thought, why don't I give it a shot to see if I can keep the benefits, ditch the side effects?
I went through channels to change my Rx to NT (not using Rick Gates) and sure enough, NT had the same benefits, and far less muzziness the day after.
I've been using NT as needed for close to two decades now. Lately, using NT hardly at all because I finally have a melatonin therapy that fixes my problem 95% of the time (the breakthrough step was switching to a sustained-release formulation).
The miraculous effect of NT depends upon my sleep degrading in a specific way. When I take NT in this state, there are two observable effects at "night".
First, micro-wakings become very short in duration and return to the deeper sleep state is pretty much guaranteed. It actually seems like NT suppresses a circuit that notices the micro-waking and sounds the consciousness church bell. Only a tiny little sliver of consciousness gains traction, then fades away very quickly as if it hadn't ever been there.
Second, there's a change in the amplitude of the sleep cycles toward the end of the sleep period. A normal model is that sleep consists of five sleep cycles, averaging about 1.5 hours each. Each cycle has a slightly different mix of functions. For example, the last cycle is particularly important to sleep spindles, which is particularly important to consolidating explosive skill memory, such as golf or figure skating (the fine motor adjustments cascade so fast, they have to be pre-programmed neurologically). I've never figured out whether NT changes my architecture to 6 times 1.5 hours or 5 times 2 hours, but NT does tend to increase my sleep duration to 10 hours, with the last 2 or 3 hours being extremely deep and powerful. Note that his effect only happens when my sleep is in a bad state prior to taking NT (usually the only reason I take NT).
I did for a while take a custom-compounded dose of 4 mg daily to see whether I could go from a shotgun effect to a blanket effect, but it was causing too much intestinal distress (probably irritating another condition of recent origin which the gloriously cost-effective Canadian medical system is taking its sweet time to diagnose—bear in mind while calibrating your irony kneejerk that I am a card-carrying member of the medical-delivery-is-par-thirteen club, and I grade accordingly). The blanket experiment ended up non-conclusive because it was causing me to awaken frequently with bowel and back pain ("just how tight do your bowels need to be to induce back pain?" was my main cognitive content during these waking episodes).
The reason my original doctor put me on AT was that he had a long history of mitigating the sleep impairment component of fibromyalgia by the same strategy, and some of my complaints struck him as similar. There's a fair amount of lore in the FM community about AT (mostly) and NT as effective analgesics.
So now I see that I lied: there's actually a third noticeable effect of taking NT. It doesn't reduce pain so much, and make you more indifferent to the
Of course it's distraction.
What is the Trump administration distracting us from? Let's dig into the five DIStraction CONdition levels:
DISCON1 — Florida shooting
DISCON2 — Rob Porter
DISCON3 — DACA path to citizenship
DISCON4 — Russian IRA indictments
DISCON5 — Shall we play a game?
Lindsey Graham: There's a 30 Percent Chance Trump Attacks North Korea — 14 December 2017
Unlike Wargames, all five DISCON levels are played simultaneously as a Django five-note chord.
Probably also true: if a bunch of Twitter accounts can actually influence an election, then not banning bots means nothing else you might do will help much, at all.
Low chance of success by doing v. zero chance of success by not doing.
When it comes to defending democracy, I'll take epsilon over zero every day of the week and twice on Tuesday.
Once upon a time, a picture was worth a thousand words (and few of them required any careful thought). Those days are over.
Who are you going to believe? Me, or your own lying eyes?
Once upon a time, that was a punch line. Those days are over, too.
Somewhere in Africa is the next Wolfgang Beltracchi, and soon he'll be earning his PhD in human–computer collaboration by moonlighting on Amazon Turk.
I skimmed a book on money laundering recently by a world authority in undercover tactics. He was too much the bigoted cop for me to make it all the way through the book (no court has ever done anything right, with a hint of anal rape as just deserts).
He did explain the fascination with overvalued art, though, before I bailed. It's already so hard to tell good art from bad, the mule can slip a pricey painting beside a couple of pieces of crap for the cottage, and customs will rarely notice the difference. Then some drug dealer from Bolivia will buy it at a substantial Sotheby's discount, and stick it in the upstairs guest bedroom of his third home, where it functions much like Bitcoin: valued more for its cross-border portability in a dirty laundry crunch than its ability to ever escape the black market.
Once Interpol deploys their own ANN image ferret, the era of antique coloured canvas as a poor man's Bitcoin will also draw to a close.
I have no problem with this feature under a "share" button, but plain-old copy and paste are not a tag-team synonym for sharing in any sane world.
The PC revolution was largely built on determinism at scale: the same operation repeated (on your machine, or the next machine) achieves the same results. This was pretty new in the world in the late seventies. It's why we became able to build more complex distributed systems than ever before; it's how we ultimately carved our way out of spaghetti-code mountain.
Now we take this boon for granted, and the pendulum continues to swing back toward infantilization.
Now copy, too, is apparently on its way to sloppy seconds (the way of all things shared too much, howsoever assiduously groomed).
As a general proposition, women only give sex for money.
Money: the abstract quantity which motivates an animal to engage in any pro-social behaviour whatsoever.
Even Adam Smith thought that definition was total baloney.
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Anthony Gill on Tipping — November 2017
Apparently, man invented the corporation so that we could shed our best impulses, once and for all.
Every other human assembly is judged the caliber of people involved; but corporations run true to blood type: green. Only, and always.
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One of the great things about Spock was his clarity of categorical perception, without constantly being filtered through some half-misremembered Vulcan blowhard.
I would have also enjoyed hall-monitor Spock, who constantly upbraided McCoy by responding "yes, but so-and-so also said X in another book".
And then McCoy would reply "damn your green eyes".
I'm the world's only onlyologist, and you just tripped my wire.
You do realize that the word "only" sets up a logical converse: that if public mollification weren't necessary, the Chinese authorities wouldn't give a sweet fuck all about any of those filthy, wealth-generating economic reforms. I've met one or two Chinese people, and as a group—almost to the same degree as Americans given half a chance—they do give a sweet fuck all about wealth creation.
One could, perhaps, say that political reforms are pried out of the Chinese oligarchy's icy cold, nearly dead hands without wearing a lemon meringue pie, self-applied, though even that sentiment would be slightly borderline.
I've never subscribed to the cult of revenue.
Tall, but not growing. Worthless.
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Apparently, one man's peak is another man's poison.
I bought my first and last cell phone in September 2012. Then, when I figured out the Android security model, I turned off the data modem, and the Wi-Fi (except when in use while I'm at home). I haven't installed a new app since my Pebble watch.
Fitness App Runkeeper Secretly Tracks Users At All Times, Sends Data to Advertisers — 13 May 2016
That was the last straw. Now it's basically just a phone with benefits (the sketchy kind with gifts that keep giving).
I'm technically in the market for a new phone with a larger form factor, but there's presently no phone out there with a security/privacy model than entices me in the least.
Also, I'm still using my old Pebble watch as a vibrating pill timer (the hardest alarm to ignore in a busy place), but I'm now effectively out of the smart watch game, as well.