Moses must have burst his visual category. Word play requires lowering your mind to a very low lateral activation energy, and then this kind of thing happens, but that's a lot weirder than most.
Does ET qualify for a Twitter account? If so, then I fear ET.
Even if the Green Borg is very far away and merely Tweeting over FTL subspace using his handy hive-mind Ansible client, that's clear and persistent danger, sure enough.
Even a fusty Mormon Morkman from Gorkmon space-scroll that's jitterbugged the Feynman shuffle through not-so-empty space for 3000 years bearding the Mesonic Moses' Galactic n Commandments (one for every pudgy finger, floppy tentacle, and buoyant teat, slyly encoded in the serpentine outer margins of a phat, foldable primer) could really stir up the shit here on the bare-back believer blue bulboid.
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Mesonic: of or pertaining to a meson.
That's so gosh darn elementary, it wasn't even in the primer.
The version that's stuck in my head is the Anne Murray version, which I must have heard on the ride into school every second day for three years running, alternating with The Devil Went Down to Georgia which concluded (in the bleary-eyed airplay version of my sheltered youth) with the line:
Cause I told you once, you son of a gun, I'm the best that's ever been.
Either Johnny slacked a bit in late middle-age, or the Devil really hit the bottom of the bottle ("Since they went into Trance, I have been in continual practice. I shall win at the odds."), but it presently seems clear enough that the long-touted rematch didn't go nearly so well for the Deep South, who now worship at the alter of a Quack from Queens. (Talk about selling your soul #BigTime.)
Annually, I asked my Dad why he played that station, and he always told me it was because he liked the news guy. Could even be true. I've never witnessed him seek out a country song since.
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If Kurzweil ever does discover life extension, or ET tips his hand (would you be first in line?) , someday in the distant future I'll set aside some dull morning to rewrite the lyrics of Daydream Believer around the updated-for-social-media phrase "bareback believer".
As for Anne Murray's delivery, I wouldn't change a thing. It fits like a milky glove.
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God damn the bareback believers. We're but one subtly psychopathic signal away from a collective skid, gospel of Mark.
You need to give up on Slashdot.org. Slashdot has long since been over run with the worst moronic right wing global warming deniers and the lowest IQ types imaginable.
I was listening to a bit on the radio yesterday about a woman who contracted a eye worm that normally only infects horses. She ended up pulling a live worm out of her eye, but it didn't really harm her physical health much at all. She was a good sport about it, and emerged with her mental health, too.
So the CBC brings on the guy from the CDC and he's practically jizzing himself with enthusiasm over this rare cross-species infection (due to face flies, which feed on eye secretions, which allows the parasite larvae to jump ship and enter the eyeball).
And what he says, basically, is that for almost every mammal (and presumably bird) you will find at least three different parasite species almost exclusive to that animal, so the parasites are always present in greater diversity in any healthy ecosystem.
Just a few parasites, and we're all supposed to quit? What's with that?
So the point is, how do whales actually run away from all the parasites? Where is this beautiful, clean oasis that isn't Slashdot the Fallen? Politics used to be like the grizzly bear, one could hibernate for six months and not miss much. But modern politics is way more like the ocean, with bleached coral reefs, red tides, and entire floating islands of petrochemical detritus.
This episode is about the short-lived podcast "How's Your Day?" It's about invisible, unreported stories that got buried on an iconic news day, with a surprising parallel. They found three needles, then caved, even before launch.
Surprisingly, most of this post-mortem episode is about the amazing day of the whales on 9/11.
It's that I don't feel bad asking the audience to work for it, but I think that's something people push against, they don't want anyone to be confused ever, they want everyone to understand things all the time.
The whale portion starts at 9m00; the whales on 9/11 portion begins at 16m00. Great place to bury your head in the sand for twenty minutes and not deal with the Great Parasite Load.
This is a sixty foot whale with visibility less than the length of their body.
They are acoustic animals, and the (normally) unbroken shipping thrum causes them constant stress, because the ocean is now overrun with ships, and maybe it's time for them to all crawl back up onto dry land, lose a few pounds, and live again like God intended for all mammals.
The habitually denominate industrial product volumetrically (mass and volume are paramount in matters of shipping and pit mine scars), while back in biology—and much of chemistry—potency is denominated in surface area (kidney, cortex, lungs, intestine, platinum catalyst, capacitors, and on and on).
From time to time, one sees the cost of silicon lithography denominated in acres, but even this is mostly for chuckles.
Internal combustion also depends crucially on surface area, but only on the other side of the fuel injector, the fuel mist being immediately mixed with a billion hours of CFD precision, then explosively incinerated and promptly scrubbed—traditionally by precious-metal surface catalyst.
On the home front, bleach functions volumetrically, if you are sterilizing water, but otherwise almost every cleaning product is a surface agent. Mix, spread, wipe, fan.
Those VOC-supercharged whiteboard cleaners? Their mission in life is to escape into the atmosphere. Abetted in this task by a large, off-white surface.
But derf, derf, derf volumetric consternation.
Here's the fundamental problem with the human design: you can't judge a cortex by its cranium.
Sometimes the cortex inside contains all the glorious folds of exceptional human achievement, other times (on available evidence) it's just a spherical blob of congealed lipids, with barely enough surface structure to successfully treat hyperventilation by breathing in and out of a brown paper bag.
Apparently, to judge by the available evidence.
(God help the world if Slashdot had permitted me to add that last 'w' to the subject line, which was—apparently—a travesty of insufficient conceptual concision.)
Perhaps Google can add a click that automatically opens the target website with Firefox's Media Preview tab (or your equivalent)—or an extension can be written to do the same; ideally, the extension would arrange the page's images in a Image Search–like image gallery (optional: middle finger as a selection cursor).
Low pay, long hours and constant stress puts them in a position where these foods are a logical and reasonable choice.
Constant stress promotes many things, but "logic" is not one of these. Perhaps what you meant is "natural" choice.
And what would that mean, anyway? In many circumstances, natural choices are life threatening. For example, attempting to swim to shore in frigid water accelerates heat loss from the core, despite the extra physical exertion.
Many of these yucky cake eaters have ten to twelve years of public education, but they still somehow manage to leave school with an A in ignoring received wisdom. These people did not grow up as street urchins in Mogadishu. I'm not 100% buying this pretext.
Regardless of stress (which is real), the effect is still at least 50% attributable to Alfred E. Neuman street culture.
Reminds me of that unknown continent that Christopher Columbus sort of ran into. You know, the one that the Vikings had already visited hundreds of years earlier, and which a bunch of Asians had walked and/or floated over to thousands of years earlier. "Unknown" is a silly adjective in cases like this.
Any competent dictionary list these additional, commonly accepted meanings of "unknown":
– unplundered
– won't be missed
Only on Facebook does a mid-twenties birthday cake advance the clock of doom. And here I thought evolution was harsh tossing young women on the reproductive junk heap at age thirty.
Someone needs to test whether humans, also, decline in speed or accuracy of facial recognition when dealing with darker shades of skin colour.
I know for certain that I have more trouble reading facial emotion from black people than white people. The naive response is that I live in a city that's 95% white. But I've been able to convince myself that this is the correct explanation. I simply feel like I have less visual data than I would otherwise at the same point in the cognitive process.
Suppose I lived in a troop deployment in Afghanistan, and 90% of the people around me wore camo all the time. Would I actually become better at recognizing camo than civilian gear? But this is, indeed, the converse implication of the naive hypothesis.
There are populations in Brazil that experience the entire range of skin tones on a daily basis. These populations could be tested for recognition rate/accuracy for lighter and darker test cases.
I highly suspect that darker skin tone has a detectable coefficient of identity camouflage, also in human cognition.
Regardless of the limitations of backprop, the traditional logic-based approach will never fully recover from the blow of discovering distributed representation.
We don't even have computers with the intelligence of a rat...
You mean:
We don't even want computers with the intelligence of a rat...
Well, except for the French, because a rat-intelligence based cooking assistant could be quite useful. But rat intelligence isn't that useful for translating natural language, issuing mortgages, issuing insurance, medical diagnosis, detecting click-fraud, or coming up with good lolcat slogans.
For some reason, many people seem wedded to the kind of ordered metaphor of assent that you get by counting qubits in quantum computing—perhaps because selfish intelligence (self-interested agent based) is the only kind of intelligence most people feel equipped to properly judge, and self-interest, is, self-evidently, a rat race, of subtype ordered finish line.
A Google data center has a pretty darn impressive digital nervous system. But what biological form does it best compare to? Nothing, concretely.
Perhaps intelligence as such is ultimately the wrong metric, altogether.
There's possibly a way to do this without taking a side on the accuracy of the information: to flag information with a partisanship score.
Google knows the distribution of information consumed, and it can probably already do enough sentiment analysis to score cliques on partisanship. Google definitely knows how to extract the trigger words from the discourse (subtype: click bait) and it could easily algo up a trigger score, too. However, Google will lay such a number bare not in my lifetime.
Failing a trigger score, an ad hominem score might be effective, instead. The scores can either be assigned to the documents, or to the primary cliques consuming the documents.
Turns out the distribution of an item is primary meta-data pertaining to its appropriate consumption.
I too find this difficult to wrap my head around. How can people be so concerned about their house, yard, and city, yet when it comes to the planet, "oh that's a liberal thing" or whatever other ignorant comment comes to mind.
Property.
What the city does potentially affects your property value, otherwise these people would ignore their cities, too.
This assertion does not pass the sniff test without a proposed mechanism to drive mercury concentration so unilaterally to one part of the globe
There's this activity that humans engage in called "mining" in which giant kidneys are constructed to separate various useful elements from the entropic ooze.
No, wait, I was reading from the "40 billion years old" column.
Under the four billion column, everything we mine is found in deposits or clusters of high concentration, many of which were discovered long before a proposed mechanism was a proposed possibility.
There are no written accounts establishing exactly when mining operations at Falun Mine began. Archaeological and geological studies indicate, with considerable uncertainty, that mining operations started sometime around the year 1000. No significant activities had begun before 850, but the mine was definitely operating by 1080. Objects from the 10th century have been found containing copper from the mine. In the beginning, operations were of a small scale, with local farmers gathering ore, smelting it, and using the metal for household needs.
The Falun Mine is actually an important player in the history of the corporation, which it also predates, by many centuries.
"It's pretty clear we need to make sure Windows 3.1 only runs on top of MS DOS or an OEM version of it," and "The approach we will take is to detect dr 6 and refuse to load. The error message should be something like 'Invalid device driver interface.'" Microsoft had several methods of detecting and sabotaging the use of DR-DOS with Windows, one incorporated into "Bambi", the code name that Microsoft used for its disk cache utility (SMARTDRV) that detected DR-DOS and refused to load it for Windows 3.1. The AARD code trickery is well-known, but Caldera is now pursuing four other deliberate incompatibilities. One of them was a version check in XMS in the Windows 3.1 setup program which produced the message: "The XMS driver you have installed is not compatible with Windows. You must remove it before setup can successfully install Windows." Of course there was no reason for this. Brad Silverberg, the Microsoft exec who finally left the company last week, but who in an earlier life had been responsible for Windows 95, emailed Allchin on 27 September 1991: "after IBM announces support for dr-dos at comdex, it's a small step for them to also announce they will be selling netware lite, maybe sometime soon thereafter. but count on it. We don't know precisely what ibm is going to announce. my best hunch is that they will offer dr-dos as the preferred solution for 286, os 2 2.0 for 386. they will also probably continue to offer msdos at $165 (drdos for $99). drdos has problems running windows today, and I assume will have more problems in the future." Allchin replied: "You should make sure it has problems in the future.:-)", which is clear enough, and it should be noted that the pair were both high level Microsoft executives.
I don't know much about Silverberg, but I can say I never read an article about Allchin where he didn't come across as a world-class slime weasel.
After serving sixteen years at Microsoft, Allchin retired in early 2007 when Microsoft officially released the Windows Vista operating system to consumers.
Perhaps in 2023 (2017 + sixteen years) we'll all be able to let bygones be bygones.
Data "Science" looks like nothing but dressed up Statistics to me. Hire a Statistician, the tech isn't too hard. The tech was built for monkeys.
This couldn't be further from the truth. One of the first half-dozen episodes of Talking Machines devotes about fifteen minutes to answering this question.
Statisticians deal in quantities which have physical units that can be interpreted in the real world.
Data scientists build models, generally using unsupervised learning, that have no defined units, and can't be interpreted in the real world, but can be used for reasonably accurate prediction (here Ryan Adams defines classification as a prediction task).
And it isn't built for monkeys, because subtle meta-parameters determine whether your training run will converge somewhere useful, or not.
Once a freshly minted PhD stick handles the model into the sweet spot, the monkey factor goes way up. In fact, the monkey factor goes up so much that this phase of product maintenance (it's more like maintenance than development) is largely automated, with few monkeys required.
With your cognizance of the field, I rate you as below replacement monkey.
you can probably find out a lot by looking at who likes the Snowden movie, Ayn Rand, Michael Moore and so on. It all adds up.
We know precisely how this adds up.
Dear Totalitarian Leader is invariably an expert mechanic of the 80–20 law: remove the 20% of the population most likely to cause problems, and voila!
I've spent quality time with all three of these coloured wires, even though I think Ayn Rand is a springy shit sandwich, and Michael Moore is a thrice-insulated turd meatloaf (not, however, composed of actual fecal matter, though it steams up the outhouse all the same). Snowden is beyond the ken of simple DC analysis. Assange—the deceptively naked ground return—is a mad, upside down, digital Diogenes (who also delighted in yanking the collective chain).
On the indecency of his masturbating in public he would say, "If only it were so easy to banish hunger by rubbing my belly."
But still, from a decent remove, a sometimes interesting cat.
The malign minions of Dear Totalitarian Leader would not concern themselves over the fly in the ointment of expressed (anti)-preference: anyone capable of routinely seeking out that which they dislike for the betterment of critical thinking is sure to receive a seat assignment for the Director's Edition first cut.
But if you need more accuracy than "potentially capable of independent thought" your list of things you 're read or consumed is not an accurate sentiment proxy—except for sheep. Sheep are political assets. Everyone else, not so much.
If that's all you meant by "find out a lot", then QED—may your rough-and-ready regime endure for a thousand years.
This is all a huge exercise in gaming metrics, a natural by-product of Google's OKR system, according to the Law of Totally Expected Consequence.
I define a page as being loaded as when I can scroll down without noticing that the page wasn't really loaded in the first place.
From my vantage point, load times are getting worse and worse.
If the system instruments itself to determine the amount of image load delay exposed to the end user, and then adjust the loading threshold to the activity patterns of the user, so that the exposed delay occupies a sweet spot between interactivity and network efficiency, that would constitute a benchmark refined, rather than a benchmark gamed.
I'll even allow them to conduct a weighted average on visible load delay where page cruft is multiplied a small number (negative values, in many scenarios, are highly encouraged).
YouTube is presently pissing me off, because they are loading the video element itself, without so much as the page title or upload date visible for three to four seconds. I hardly ever stick around to watch a video with comments disabled. It's a sign of fear on the part of the channel creator, and that fear is almost always fully justified. But I regularly have to wait for four seconds now with a mostly white screen to decide whether the video makes the cut.
In regions where electricity comes from wind, solar, or hydroelectric, the EV would clearly win the argument, but that's not the case for many customers today.
That's practically an IQ test in a bottle.
The smallest value of "region" sufficiently decoupled in economic decision making for this to be obviously true is no less than the size of a planet—in any solar system where any moon has been visited by any number of feet.
Even the isolationist Hermit Kingdom here on earth is hanging off a warm Chinese tit in energy balance.
I tend to be a big fan of Wikipedia, largely ignoring the social friction (no worse than any other system—except for less suppression), but I do have my own complaints.
The mole-rat article is a prime example. It's well written and well sourced, but on a closer inspection has Pablum for brains.
* no mention of how new colonies are created * no mention of mortality cause at the lifespan boundary
On the text given, you'd have to assume that their main predator (snakes) can only manage to catch the geriatric rats, who for some reason show little signs of cancer, but do lose a step in their third decade.
Or perhaps, they are even more eusocial than previously reported, and the senior mole-rats practically jump at the opportunity to be eaten by the snake to protect the larger colony—an extra virgin for every year of age at time of demise! The females sprout a penis at age 25 so as not to miss out on all the fun (this hasn't been noticed yet by researchers in a frothy footrace to first decode the fountain of youth).
In Wikipedia, it's impossible to cite "scientists do not yet know how colonies reproduce" because this kind of formal admission in the science world is largely confined to grant applications, and never makes it into the cite-worthy literature.
Come to think of it, opponents of global warming would do well to FOI rejected NSF grant applications. Therein would lie many pointed admissions about just how incomplete our present knowledge actually is.
Such an initiative (backed by a sizeable FOI war chest) would finally get the information into Wikipedia through the back door, in an article devoted to the giant NFS FOI PhD pan-handle papers data dump.
Yet it still wouldn't make the page on climate science, grant applications not being peer reviewed.
I get how certain emoticons might feel offensive to some people in certain circumstances, but how can what someone *FEELS* be defamatory?
Says someone whose comments are so universally brilliant he (or she) has never felt justifiably humiliated, or excluded from the cool table.
Sometimes our feelings track reality (by some wholly unexpected miracle of evolution), which you might have noticed had you been paying more attention.
The feelings themselves aren't the defamation, they're the awareness of the defamation, which is subjective to a degree, but not so much so that anyone (normal) needs to ask why Charlie Brown is upset when Lucy snatches the football away, yet again (hint: it doesn't have much to do with back pain).
Slashdot Mirror
The story submission did not say the approach was good enough to evade focussed scrutiny.
Confucius Says: What was never held up is not able to not hold up. Then he pats himself contentedly on the belly.
Not intended.
I have no idea how that d got in there.
Moses must have burst his visual category. Word play requires lowering your mind to a very low lateral activation energy, and then this kind of thing happens, but that's a lot weirder than most.
Does ET qualify for a Twitter account? If so, then I fear ET.
Even if the Green Borg is very far away and merely Tweeting over FTL subspace using his handy hive-mind Ansible client, that's clear and persistent danger, sure enough.
Even a fusty Mormon Morkman from Gorkmon space-scroll that's jitterbugged the Feynman shuffle through not-so-empty space for 3000 years bearding the Mesonic Moses' Galactic n Commandments (one for every pudgy finger, floppy tentacle, and buoyant teat, slyly encoded in the serpentine outer margins of a phat, foldable primer) could really stir up the shit here on the bare-back believer blue bulboid.
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Mesonic: of or pertaining to a meson.
That's so gosh darn elementary, it wasn't even in the primer.
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Daydream Believer
The version that's stuck in my head is the Anne Murray version, which I must have heard on the ride into school every second day for three years running, alternating with The Devil Went Down to Georgia which concluded (in the bleary-eyed airplay version of my sheltered youth) with the line:
Either Johnny slacked a bit in late middle-age, or the Devil really hit the bottom of the bottle ("Since they went into Trance, I have been in continual practice. I shall win at the odds."), but it presently seems clear enough that the long-touted rematch didn't go nearly so well for the Deep South, who now worship at the alter of a Quack from Queens. (Talk about selling your soul #BigTime.)
Annually, I asked my Dad why he played that station, and he always told me it was because he liked the news guy. Could even be true. I've never witnessed him seek out a country song since.
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If Kurzweil ever does discover life extension, or ET tips his hand (would you be first in line?) , someday in the distant future I'll set aside some dull morning to rewrite the lyrics of Daydream Believer around the updated-for-social-media phrase "bareback believer".
As for Anne Murray's delivery, I wouldn't change a thing. It fits like a milky glove.
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God damn the bareback believers. We're but one subtly psychopathic signal away from a collective skid, gospel of Mark.
I was listening to a bit on the radio yesterday about a woman who contracted a eye worm that normally only infects horses. She ended up pulling a live worm out of her eye, but it didn't really harm her physical health much at all. She was a good sport about it, and emerged with her mental health, too.
So the CBC brings on the guy from the CDC and he's practically jizzing himself with enthusiasm over this rare cross-species infection (due to face flies, which feed on eye secretions, which allows the parasite larvae to jump ship and enter the eyeball).
They also bring on this other guy associated with Monsters Inside Me.
And what he says, basically, is that for almost every mammal (and presumably bird) you will find at least three different parasite species almost exclusive to that animal, so the parasites are always present in greater diversity in any healthy ecosystem.
Just a few parasites, and we're all supposed to quit? What's with that?
Field Guide: Diseases and Parasites of Marine Mammals of the Eastern Arctic — 2003
So the point is, how do whales actually run away from all the parasites? Where is this beautiful, clean oasis that isn't Slashdot the Fallen? Politics used to be like the grizzly bear, one could hibernate for six months and not miss much. But modern politics is way more like the ocean, with bleached coral reefs, red tides, and entire floating islands of petrochemical detritus.
Why Whale Stress Significantly Dropped After 9/11 — February 2015
HowSound #150 - When a Good Idea for a Podcast is a Bad Idea for a Podcast — May 2017
This episode is about the short-lived podcast "How's Your Day?" It's about invisible, unreported stories that got buried on an iconic news day, with a surprising parallel. They found three needles, then caved, even before launch.
Surprisingly, most of this post-mortem episode is about the amazing day of the whales on 9/11.
The whale portion starts at 9m00; the whales on 9/11 portion begins at 16m00. Great place to bury your head in the sand for twenty minutes and not deal with the Great Parasite Load.
They are acoustic animals, and the (normally) unbroken shipping thrum causes them constant stress, because the ocean is now overrun with ships, and maybe it's time for them to all crawl back up onto dry land, lose a few pounds, and live again like God intended for all mammals.
The habitually denominate industrial product volumetrically (mass and volume are paramount in matters of shipping and pit mine scars), while back in biology—and much of chemistry—potency is denominated in surface area (kidney, cortex, lungs, intestine, platinum catalyst, capacitors, and on and on).
From time to time, one sees the cost of silicon lithography denominated in acres, but even this is mostly for chuckles.
Internal combustion also depends crucially on surface area, but only on the other side of the fuel injector, the fuel mist being immediately mixed with a billion hours of CFD precision, then explosively incinerated and promptly scrubbed—traditionally by precious-metal surface catalyst.
On the home front, bleach functions volumetrically, if you are sterilizing water, but otherwise almost every cleaning product is a surface agent. Mix, spread, wipe, fan.
Those VOC-supercharged whiteboard cleaners? Their mission in life is to escape into the atmosphere. Abetted in this task by a large, off-white surface.
But derf, derf, derf volumetric consternation.
Here's the fundamental problem with the human design: you can't judge a cortex by its cranium.
Sometimes the cortex inside contains all the glorious folds of exceptional human achievement, other times (on available evidence) it's just a spherical blob of congealed lipids, with barely enough surface structure to successfully treat hyperventilation by breathing in and out of a brown paper bag.
Apparently, to judge by the available evidence.
(God help the world if Slashdot had permitted me to add that last 'w' to the subject line, which was—apparently—a travesty of insufficient conceptual concision.)
On one side, too good to be true. On the other side, Pai's unapologetic modus operandi.
I'm 50-50 whether this story pans out.
I used both of those functions on a regular basis, but usually just to adorn a smart-ass post with a smart-ass image.
Humour? Who needs it? Nothing I can't live without (as a married man).
Why Women Aren't Funny
Perhaps Google can add a click that automatically opens the target website with Firefox's Media Preview tab (or your equivalent)—or an extension can be written to do the same; ideally, the extension would arrange the page's images in a Image Search–like image gallery (optional: middle finger as a selection cursor).
Constant stress promotes many things, but "logic" is not one of these. Perhaps what you meant is "natural" choice.
And what would that mean, anyway? In many circumstances, natural choices are life threatening. For example, attempting to swim to shore in frigid water accelerates heat loss from the core, despite the extra physical exertion.
Many of these yucky cake eaters have ten to twelve years of public education, but they still somehow manage to leave school with an A in ignoring received wisdom. These people did not grow up as street urchins in Mogadishu. I'm not 100% buying this pretext.
Regardless of stress (which is real), the effect is still at least 50% attributable to Alfred E. Neuman street culture.
Any competent dictionary list these additional, commonly accepted meanings of "unknown":
– unplundered
– won't be missed
Only on Facebook does a mid-twenties birthday cake advance the clock of doom. And here I thought evolution was harsh tossing young women on the reproductive junk heap at age thirty.
Someone needs to test whether humans, also, decline in speed or accuracy of facial recognition when dealing with darker shades of skin colour.
I know for certain that I have more trouble reading facial emotion from black people than white people. The naive response is that I live in a city that's 95% white. But I've been able to convince myself that this is the correct explanation. I simply feel like I have less visual data than I would otherwise at the same point in the cognitive process.
Suppose I lived in a troop deployment in Afghanistan, and 90% of the people around me wore camo all the time. Would I actually become better at recognizing camo than civilian gear? But this is, indeed, the converse implication of the naive hypothesis.
There are populations in Brazil that experience the entire range of skin tones on a daily basis. These populations could be tested for recognition rate/accuracy for lighter and darker test cases.
I highly suspect that darker skin tone has a detectable coefficient of identity camouflage, also in human cognition.
Regardless of the limitations of backprop, the traditional logic-based approach will never fully recover from the blow of discovering distributed representation.
You mean:
Well, except for the French, because a rat-intelligence based cooking assistant could be quite useful. But rat intelligence isn't that useful for translating natural language, issuing mortgages, issuing insurance, medical diagnosis, detecting click-fraud, or coming up with good lolcat slogans.
For some reason, many people seem wedded to the kind of ordered metaphor of assent that you get by counting qubits in quantum computing—perhaps because selfish intelligence (self-interested agent based) is the only kind of intelligence most people feel equipped to properly judge, and self-interest, is, self-evidently, a rat race, of subtype ordered finish line.
A Google data center has a pretty darn impressive digital nervous system. But what biological form does it best compare to? Nothing, concretely.
Perhaps intelligence as such is ultimately the wrong metric, altogether.
There's possibly a way to do this without taking a side on the accuracy of the information: to flag information with a partisanship score.
Google knows the distribution of information consumed, and it can probably already do enough sentiment analysis to score cliques on partisanship. Google definitely knows how to extract the trigger words from the discourse (subtype: click bait) and it could easily algo up a trigger score, too. However, Google will lay such a number bare not in my lifetime.
Failing a trigger score, an ad hominem score might be effective, instead. The scores can either be assigned to the documents, or to the primary cliques consuming the documents.
Turns out the distribution of an item is primary meta-data pertaining to its appropriate consumption.
You mean parthenogenetic.
And as another person has already commented, bacteria have other mechanisms for mixing genes.
Property.
What the city does potentially affects your property value, otherwise these people would ignore their cities, too.
There's this activity that humans engage in called "mining" in which giant kidneys are constructed to separate various useful elements from the entropic ooze.
No, wait, I was reading from the "40 billion years old" column.
Under the four billion column, everything we mine is found in deposits or clusters of high concentration, many of which were discovered long before a proposed mechanism was a proposed possibility.
The Falun Mine is actually an important player in the history of the corporation, which it also predates, by many centuries.
s/2023/2033/
How MS played the incompatibility card against DR-DOS
I don't know much about Silverberg, but I can say I never read an article about Allchin where he didn't come across as a world-class slime weasel.
Jim Allchin
Perhaps in 2023 (2017 + sixteen years) we'll all be able to let bygones be bygones.
This couldn't be further from the truth. One of the first half-dozen episodes of Talking Machines devotes about fifteen minutes to answering this question.
Statisticians deal in quantities which have physical units that can be interpreted in the real world.
Data scientists build models, generally using unsupervised learning, that have no defined units, and can't be interpreted in the real world, but can be used for reasonably accurate prediction (here Ryan Adams defines classification as a prediction task).
And it isn't built for monkeys, because subtle meta-parameters determine whether your training run will converge somewhere useful, or not.
Once a freshly minted PhD stick handles the model into the sweet spot, the monkey factor goes way up. In fact, the monkey factor goes up so much that this phase of product maintenance (it's more like maintenance than development) is largely automated, with few monkeys required.
With your cognizance of the field, I rate you as below replacement monkey.
We know precisely how this adds up.
Dear Totalitarian Leader is invariably an expert mechanic of the 80–20 law: remove the 20% of the population most likely to cause problems, and voila!
I've spent quality time with all three of these coloured wires, even though I think Ayn Rand is a springy shit sandwich, and Michael Moore is a thrice-insulated turd meatloaf (not, however, composed of actual fecal matter, though it steams up the outhouse all the same). Snowden is beyond the ken of simple DC analysis. Assange—the deceptively naked ground return—is a mad, upside down, digital Diogenes (who also delighted in yanking the collective chain).
But still, from a decent remove, a sometimes interesting cat.
The malign minions of Dear Totalitarian Leader would not concern themselves over the fly in the ointment of expressed (anti)-preference: anyone capable of routinely seeking out that which they dislike for the betterment of critical thinking is sure to receive a seat assignment for the Director's Edition first cut.
But if you need more accuracy than "potentially capable of independent thought" your list of things you 're read or consumed is not an accurate sentiment proxy—except for sheep. Sheep are political assets. Everyone else, not so much.
If that's all you meant by "find out a lot", then QED—may your rough-and-ready regime endure for a thousand years.
This is all a huge exercise in gaming metrics, a natural by-product of Google's OKR system, according to the Law of Totally Expected Consequence.
I define a page as being loaded as when I can scroll down without noticing that the page wasn't really loaded in the first place.
From my vantage point, load times are getting worse and worse.
If the system instruments itself to determine the amount of image load delay exposed to the end user, and then adjust the loading threshold to the activity patterns of the user, so that the exposed delay occupies a sweet spot between interactivity and network efficiency, that would constitute a benchmark refined, rather than a benchmark gamed.
I'll even allow them to conduct a weighted average on visible load delay where page cruft is multiplied a small number (negative values, in many scenarios, are highly encouraged).
YouTube is presently pissing me off, because they are loading the video element itself, without so much as the page title or upload date visible for three to four seconds. I hardly ever stick around to watch a video with comments disabled. It's a sign of fear on the part of the channel creator, and that fear is almost always fully justified. But I regularly have to wait for four seconds now with a mostly white screen to decide whether the video makes the cut.
The system is loaded, all right, by design.
That's practically an IQ test in a bottle.
The smallest value of "region" sufficiently decoupled in economic decision making for this to be obviously true is no less than the size of a planet—in any solar system where any moon has been visited by any number of feet.
Even the isolationist Hermit Kingdom here on earth is hanging off a warm Chinese tit in energy balance.
I tend to be a big fan of Wikipedia, largely ignoring the social friction (no worse than any other system—except for less suppression), but I do have my own complaints.
The mole-rat article is a prime example. It's well written and well sourced, but on a closer inspection has Pablum for brains.
* no mention of how new colonies are created
* no mention of mortality cause at the lifespan boundary
On the text given, you'd have to assume that their main predator (snakes) can only manage to catch the geriatric rats, who for some reason show little signs of cancer, but do lose a step in their third decade.
Or perhaps, they are even more eusocial than previously reported, and the senior mole-rats practically jump at the opportunity to be eaten by the snake to protect the larger colony—an extra virgin for every year of age at time of demise! The females sprout a penis at age 25 so as not to miss out on all the fun (this hasn't been noticed yet by researchers in a frothy footrace to first decode the fountain of youth).
In Wikipedia, it's impossible to cite "scientists do not yet know how colonies reproduce" because this kind of formal admission in the science world is largely confined to grant applications, and never makes it into the cite-worthy literature.
Come to think of it, opponents of global warming would do well to FOI rejected NSF grant applications. Therein would lie many pointed admissions about just how incomplete our present knowledge actually is.
Such an initiative (backed by a sizeable FOI war chest) would finally get the information into Wikipedia through the back door, in an article devoted to the giant NFS FOI PhD pan-handle papers data dump.
Yet it still wouldn't make the page on climate science, grant applications not being peer reviewed.
Says someone whose comments are so universally brilliant he (or she) has never felt justifiably humiliated, or excluded from the cool table.
Sometimes our feelings track reality (by some wholly unexpected miracle of evolution), which you might have noticed had you been paying more attention.
The feelings themselves aren't the defamation, they're the awareness of the defamation, which is subjective to a degree, but not so much so that anyone (normal) needs to ask why Charlie Brown is upset when Lucy snatches the football away, yet again (hint: it doesn't have much to do with back pain).