Quite clearly, an adult is any person who survives much beyond his or her first frat party—which would put drinking ahead of cancer (sub category: tobacco), heart disease, and old age.
But here, "adult" is immediately redefined in the story body as "working-age adults (22-64 years old)".
Once upon a time I was considered an adult, and now all I've got to show for it is this damn pocket watch.
I don't usually expect the first sentence of the story lead to make the story headline nine orders of magnitude less mentally defective.
But apparently, it can be done.
This systemd headline isn't even that salvageable.
I didn't set out to screed at this length. Shit happens. It might at first look appear to be a bramble patch. Appearances are deceiving.
Every word here is as deliberate as accidental off-the-cuff could possibly be. I suppose I could open up every second snarky entry on TV Tropes.org just listing all the rhetorical devices employed within (should my browser permit this).
However, I spent my wad in the composition and don't feeling like going back over it with a grooming rake. Colour me slovenly. Yes, Dragon Killers Wear Black, but not while actually killing dragons.
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I have three displays, so I have three FF tab bars on my working desktop. The vast majority of my windows are full screen. I use middle mouse on the title bar (push to back) to rotate through multiple windows on one screen. I rarely have more than three windows per screen.
In addition, I have a bunch of desktops. Stray tabs from half-completed research topics get grouped together into a new window, which is titled with FireTitle. Then the window itself gets fired off to an alternate desktop. I find that my tab bars become annoying with more than 10 tabs, unproductive at 20 tabs, and almost unusable at 30 tabs (unless my work process is extremely stack oriented, and they all tear down again in LIFO order).
Sometimes a work process starts out LIFO, but then you realize that you're cross-referencing tabs on the same FF window that are far apart. Crossing the phase boundary from a stack-based workflow to a heap-based workflow with more than a dozen tabs open is usually what triggers forking a new window and a mark-and-sweep GC into a named tabs-for-later window, immediately "niced" onto a different desktop).
Now we need to get into why bookmarks suck.
You see, there used to be this technology called a "book", subtype: comprehensive reference work, subsubtype: warts and everything.
People talk about code smells. I'm more likely to talk about documentation smells. A super common documentation smell these days is "let's not even mention the possibility of not-yet-implemented, but super obvious feature that completes the conceptual paradigm". You know, the kind of software which discusses the fabulous cosine feature on their home page, mentions the related feature sin as a footnote in some appendix, and the tan feature not at all, anywhere, ever (maybe the bowels of an associated bug tracker as a feature request, largely snowed under by discussion of "do we REALLY need this" scrum-brainrot feature triage).
A scrummer might think, well, sin is sufficient, anything more would be feature creep. And there is some logic in that, as viewed by anyone who hoped that all Java floating point primitives would be bit-identical across all machine architectures, forever.
But it turns out that floating point is nasty, in the same way that managing memory is nasty, so nasty that we often abstract memory management right out of the software specification (some specifications are just too hard).
sin(x) equals cos(pi/2 - x) only for extremely high quality values of pi.
tan(x)=sin(x)/cos(x) only for a Taylor series expansion of sin(x) with enough precision to complicate memory management.
I'm just using this as a hyperbolic example of skin-deep identities.
Another example: if you've got copy and delete, do you really need move? (If you've previously abstracted memory management right out of the specification, you might struggle to answer "yes".)
What reference book technology used to do is have a little paragraph near the front of a relevant chapter which declared that for the purpose of this application, you do have a complete set of sin/cos/tan, but you don't have a complete set of copy/delete/move (some composition required).
There's a systemic reason why the official online documentation goes to code-smell "obnoxious silence". Because S
Random guessing is 50% in this case, as the skill being measured is the skill in differentiating between the control group and the study group.
Nope.
Overall, link-weights (that is, correlations) in a supervoxel-level functional network were the most discriminative features, achieving 74.0% classification accuracy compared to 51.6% chance level
(I also thought it was possible that the chance level was 50%, but I didn't want to go out on a limb, so I fired up my link viewer.)
The statistical methodology was too complex for me to digest into any directly interpretable model, leaving it hard to assay. I don't think this test would be applied to a normal population. It might have some diagnostic utility distinguishing schizophrenia from bipolar, which is apparently difficult to accomplish in the clinical setting.
There are many of these announcements where I just file the URL in my searchable wiki, to see if the day ever arrives where the technology is mentioned in a comprehensible, second context.
Cost of comprehending the original market-speak.GT. received utility modulo a not-improbable gaping ocean rift.
Footnote
Atlantis just called. STOP SENDING IoT! You've nearly buckled the entire plate, and our mermaids are all becoming discouraged and refusing to tail dig.
Crypto-currencies are based on the implementing code, and the only "rules" are in the code.
A criteria which classifies 99.99% of the people presently involved with crytocurrency as amateur speculators.
Because in code—which resembles logic, which resembles a peanut brittle bar left outside overnight halfway up Vinson Massif (well, your father's Vinson Massif)—a single thing you don't fully understand can drain your entire wallet.
A recent MasterCard Advisors white paper suggests that non-cash instruments account for 90% of payments in this country, among the highest rates in the world.
Yeah, and 45% of all purchases were made using debit cards, for which the consumer receives no spiff (other than stiffing those shits over at VISA et al.). Only 25% by dollar value for the rapacious credit card industry at this happy moment in time.
Now there's an article bought and paid for. Once upon a time, the Globe and Mail was a respectable rag. Et tu, Grey Lady?
As far as I can tell, the entire article avoids discussing dollar share (in favour of transaction share). What matters for assessing the 2% fee grab is dollar share.
Probably the credit card industry considers Canada's 65% share of plastic transactions conducted on debit (per 2014 data above) to be an unmitigated international catastrophe. They're certainly not going to curate press coverage to brag about this.
I mean, why shiv your neighbourhood grocer with the credit fee? Surely he'll just end up passing the overhead back to the customer. Your average meek Canadian would think the first thought for sure, and possibly continue on with the second thought (but not always).
Turns out, leaving a nickle for the other guy is not such a bad life philosophy after all.
Sadly, there will be a war in Canada against the use of debit cards by the assholes at VISA, but it will a far different war here than elsewhere. (VISA could start by awarding air miles that didn't constantly degenerate into a colossal screw-around. They sometimes even brazenly advertise their "new, improved, less screw-around air miles". But the cat comes back, and the slogan never gets old.)
In Miller's original, the cat finally died when an organ grinder came around one day and:
De cat look'd around awhile an' kinder raised her head When he played Ta-rah-dah-boom-da-rah, an' de cat dropped dead.
There would've been a lot more downward pressure on the 2% processing fee if merchants had been allowed to directly pass the fee on to customers. People would've preferred to pay with cash until credit card companies were able to lower the cost to something more reasonable, like a half or quarter percent. Card networks which had higher fees (e.g. Amex) would've had a tougher time than card networks with lower fees (e.g. Discover). But thanks to (corrupt) government regulation, competition to lower processing prices was eliminated, and we're all saddled with what's effectively a 2% sales tax to a private company. Even if you're paying with cash, you're paying the tax as the cash purchases basically subsidize the merchants fees for credit card purchases.
Hear, hear. Well said.
It's unbelievable that large-L libertarians everywhere don't froth at the mouth incessantly over this ultra-flagrant abomination. Like, we could fix this now, without sitting on our Libertarian thumbs awaiting The Great Regime Change.
Here's another thing. Corporations are people. People have assholes. Q.E.D.
You'd think she could have talked to her husband about connecting with voters, but - nope!
If I try to behave like the Fonz, it only makes me extra dorkier.
Hillary never had the televangelism gene. She couldn't channel Bill if she tried. You'd get about as far suggesting the average televangelist channel Richard Dawkins.
Most of her debate prep was spent mastering that ghastly almost amused-looking smile when Donald went off on one of his many ridiculous riffs. Unfortunately, her best shot at running America was being born long before the invention of television.
With the same intensity of prep as The King's English she might have managed to sound charismatic over the radio.
But really, I'd have advised she broadcast a series of fireside radio chats with Bertrand Russell.
With my N24 sleep disorder (three decades before I found the cure), I spent many long hours of my young adult life walking around on the streets at night (sure, Toronto sounds safe, but it had then one of the largest Italian populations in the world, as was certainly evident from the not-infrequent black limousine Sundays in my part of town; there was one "corner store" I stepped into, and out of again, after a single-pass 1978-vintage Cylon double take).
During those years I acquired a certain instinctive awareness of my surroundings that's impossible to attain doing the cellphone shuffle.
These days, I take an especially good look at anyone who witnesses my $300 monthly cash withdrawal from the ATM (which I use to buy eggs and oranges). But that's about it.
Late at night, I also tended to cross long streets diagonally, at random, somewhere in the middle, during a lull in traffic.
Tits of trouble: See that guy over there? He's following you...
Street-wise muscle [stares at "that guy" as if he's just received new information]: I know he's been tailin' my ass... and now he knows I know it.
Quietly alert, with a mildly distracted demeanor, a brisk, fluid gate, and navigationally unpredictable.
You really need to recalibrate your "is fucked" dowsing rod.
After a decade of living on cream and sunshine, summer vacation is over, and Intel will soon have to buckle down and earn good grades, obtained through long hours of hard study.
Heard on beaches the world over when governments shorten their unemployment insurance entitlement periods: "Shit! We're fucked! Now we'll all have to get real jobs."
Welcome back to how everyone else lives.
On the one hand, it will take a while for Intel to recover its former work ethic. On the other hand, they're well rested—and surrounded by three decades worth of motivational trophy cases (lately somewhat dusty) for Best of Breed in the 800-lb gorilla division.
Extrapolation from the status quo is the reason why futurology remains a fringe profession.
There's nothing theoretical to prevent AI from being trained on data sets ranging from the 1600s to the present day, after which is could accurately model Progress as Usual.
But presently, our AI has only just managed (since about 2012) to find a big, juicy signal in the massive datasets accrued during the last twenty years.
First you have to walk before you can run.
And it's presently unclear how much progress we'll make on graduated induction: basically bootstrapping machine learning on ever smaller datasets from insights gained over large pump-priming datasets.
Certainly, as a neophyte industry, successfully extrapolating from the status quo is the best we can hope for.
There's also a circular component: in a racist society it turns out that the race signal is highly predictive of social outcomes (aka exactly the kinds of things credit agencies most wish to model).
The silver lining here is that the degree to which progressive western societies remain racist to their very cores is about to become a lot more explicit. Seriously, we're about to discover that Canada is mediocre (say it isn't so, Orange Order of Canada), and that Alabama requires double precision to merely calculate its operational parameters.
The mind boggles at how a person already too lazy to yell at their congress critter over obvious corruption and industry capture expects to thrive in a fully deregulated marketplace.
Xeon Scalable processor family is now designated by Platinum, Gold, Silver, and Bronze categories, with a single model number.
This naming shift gives me the major heebs. It can't possibly be designed to aid comprehension. It's the end of an era, for sure.
I'd buy AMD almost for that reason alone, once I'm sure AMD is solid in the ZFS camp (the story there has been spotty for some while).
But more likely, I'll run my current dual E5-2620 NAS convergence box into the dirt (I figure on another five to seven years) and by then I'll get a turnkey NAS appliance for local bulk storage and everything else I've got will migrate into the cloud, where no-one cares what is under the hood, so long as $/mile is priced competitively.
1959 planar process 1963 complementary MOS 2017 bronze, silver, gold, and platinum
58 good years, RIP. Apparently, the generation who grew up on cherry iMacs are procuring cloud servers these days.
Turns out, the King Midas story is a bit oversimplified for young audiences. While he didn't grow hair on his palms, he did wind up with a mixed bag and the ultimate shiner (as you'd pretty much expect when a royal figure is granted his wish by an androgynous saint to the oppressed who wanders about waving a thyrsus).
Databases are what the Big Iron servers live to support so AMD losing badly against Skylake on that front means they've lost the sales war.
Big language. Been watching too much Bruno Ganz lately?
I appears Ars tested MySQL Percona Server 5.7.0 as their chosen representative for the entire category. I wouldn't recall Rommel's tanks just yet.
Typically when high response times were reported, this indicated low single threaded performance. However for EPYC this is not the case. We tested with a database that is quite a bit larger than the 8 MB L3-cache, and the high response time is probably a result of the L3-cache latency.
I have about 30 different database products listed in my notes (many oriented at graphs or machine learning, along the entire sharing spectrum). Would they all suffer this much?
What does this mean to the end user? The 64 MB L3 on the spec sheet does not really exist. In fact even the 16 MB L3 on a single Zeppelin die consists of two 8 MB L3-caches. There is no cache that truly functions as single, unified L3-cache on the MCM; instead there are eight separate 8 MB L3-caches.
Well, that does make the present EPYC implementation suck for a popular worker-thread model used to concurrently access a single, large datastore.
I suspect, however, that a database server server hundreds of small databases as part of a WordPress server farm would hardly suffer at all (so long as CPU locality is stable at the OS level).
Web servers are databases, order processing systems are databases, pretty much everything that's computationally intensive has a database or six on the backend.
Combine that with the 200 second delay to get through the lock, and the responsiveness is easily explained.
I didn't believe that number for the first microsecond. Where was your brain? Stuck on "easily explained"?
From the original:
And, if each of these readying events happened after the thread had held the lock for just 200 microseconds then the 5,768 readying events would be enough to account for the 1.125 second hang.
Even Microsoft would notice 24 cores sharing a 200 s group hug.
If the question had been "total number of photons emitted from the sun over the last 4.3 billion years", I would accept +/- six orders of decimal magnitude as constituting a reasonable effort. In this case, not so much.
But officer, I was only trying to achieve attain gain reach recapture reclaim recoup recover retake take back win back repossess retrieve salvage reacquire reattain.
Physicists use "exotic" as an ordering function, with the overly explained on one side and the underly plausible on the other side. Welcome to the great watershed of fundability.
I use the word "exotic" to mean "outside the observable light cone". This also translates to "amazingly cool" and "so glad you're funding this out of your own pocket".
If there's one place public money does NOT belong, it's outside the observable light cone.
I would have guessed the cheapest electricity now comes from hydro-electric dams that have already paid for themselves three times over, and might continue to operate for another 100 years.
(I tried to determine the expected lifespan of Robert-Bourassa not long ago, but the reality is that no-one really knows, depending of subtleties of surface water chemistry over timespans barely investigated. They pencil in "100 years" at time of construction, probably more for the bankers than the engineers. To a banker, 100 years is aleph two, the last countable infinity.)
Oh, you meant the cheapest marginal new construction, as viewed from the second margin of cherry-picked bank loan shovel-ready favourability.
And once you exhaust hot, sunny, and dry and California's low coefficient of tropical fungus, then what?
I know, I know.
Have the entire Amazon rainforest collect rainwater, aggregate it all into a single large flow, and run it through a BIG honking generator.
I'm just sure it would work. And who even knows just how long those puppies would spin? Why, fifty years from now, if the climate becomes wetter than ever, it might almost be practically free.
I got rid of one from my junk closet not long ago.
The blasted thing capped my burst typing speed to about 90 wpm, by which point it kind of feels like running on wet sand—the wet sand of some strange Pop Rock planet.
I was mainly using to install obscure distributions on old beater boxes.
I'm presently typing on a Compaq 247429-101 Erase-Ease keyboard (though I never use the left thumb backspace key).
This thing has been a total workhorse and it has a brilliantly long PS/2 cable.
Every year or so it begins to look like Lister's revenge and I have to pop all 100 keys and scrub every damn side of every damn key cover from the curry crossing (the giant steaming bowl of tan goodness typically perched on the edge of my glass desk, three inches above and six inches behind home position; just like my typing, a minor embolism every 99 spoonfuls or thereabouts—I could really use a special backspace key for this other problem.)
"When asked about Thursday's failing grade, the TSA said, 'TSA cannot confirm or deny the results of internal tests and condemns the release of any information that could compromise our nation's security.'"
Just a question.
Is there any way to achieve national security without the clear and present danger of public exposure and embarrassment hanging over government apparatchiks who fail to deliver their mandates?
Because somehow I don't think that "loose lips" is the only way to sink ships.
Crackerjack government agencies with the curtains drawn. There's a Costa Concordia in every box suite.
Electric motors actually become more efficient as they become more powerful, not less (upping the peak power requires lower resistance wiring, which wastes less energy when the vehicle is cruising).
Ah, yes, the modern "overdrive" is a handy-dandy burly conduit demassifier.
Only I'm not sure whether this cancels out drag effects once your heavy windings become so large as to erupt, steampunk style, from the hood, like giant copperhead engine minions. Can't have everything, I guess. Still, the efficiency with a stiff tail wind would be unrivalled. Up svelte periscope, and away!
And where do you think this $10M comes from? It is being added to the price of the product.
This is getting pretty close to "follow the money" as a certifiable intellectual disability.
Indeed, the American adversarial "free" market regulatory function is implemented more cheaply—as perceived through a conspicuously charismatic megadollar mental metal-detector—by "big" government oversight in many other free-market(ish) democracies.
But isn't it funny how, at the end of the day, one needs to add up the contribution of all the feedback loops* before deciding whether the cost of doing business as merely usual—even mildly** unfettered business-as-usual has no known upper bound—is somehow too penny-painful to countenance (at which point the merit function apparently becomes x!=this, and the land grab is on). ___
[*] Your mission, should you delight is discarding hundreds of unknowable terms that especially rankle your nose hairs, and choose to accept this as a more dignified profession than scouring McRestRooms.
[**] Post Glass–Steagall, where we rushed to embrace TARP because it was the screaming deal of the 21st century compared to what otherwise*** might have been (hint: the A in TARP does not stand for "asset").
[***] Once every decade or so, the truly wealthy gather together for an Iowa Writer's Workshop of collective dystopian ideation. The rest of the decade, they can barely manage a passable crayon sketch of a stick-man fleeing a house on fire. It's their one great artistic outlet (only don't get them started on provenance, which though superficially similar, is definitely not the same thing).
Slashdot Mirror
Slashdot has gone through bad patches where it jumped the shark twice a week. I sure hope this story isn't a harbinger of leprosy remission.
CDC: 1 In 10 Adult Deaths In US Caused By Excessive Drinking
Quite clearly, an adult is any person who survives much beyond his or her first frat party—which would put drinking ahead of cancer (sub category: tobacco), heart disease, and old age.
But here, "adult" is immediately redefined in the story body as "working-age adults (22-64 years old)".
Once upon a time I was considered an adult, and now all I've got to show for it is this damn pocket watch.
I don't usually expect the first sentence of the story lead to make the story headline nine orders of magnitude less mentally defective.
But apparently, it can be done.
This systemd headline isn't even that salvageable.
I didn't set out to screed at this length. Shit happens. It might at first look appear to be a bramble patch. Appearances are deceiving.
Every word here is as deliberate as accidental off-the-cuff could possibly be. I suppose I could open up every second snarky entry on TV Tropes.org just listing all the rhetorical devices employed within (should my browser permit this).
However, I spent my wad in the composition and don't feeling like going back over it with a grooming rake. Colour me slovenly. Yes, Dragon Killers Wear Black, but not while actually killing dragons.
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I have three displays, so I have three FF tab bars on my working desktop. The vast majority of my windows are full screen. I use middle mouse on the title bar (push to back) to rotate through multiple windows on one screen. I rarely have more than three windows per screen.
In addition, I have a bunch of desktops. Stray tabs from half-completed research topics get grouped together into a new window, which is titled with FireTitle. Then the window itself gets fired off to an alternate desktop. I find that my tab bars become annoying with more than 10 tabs, unproductive at 20 tabs, and almost unusable at 30 tabs (unless my work process is extremely stack oriented, and they all tear down again in LIFO order).
Sometimes a work process starts out LIFO, but then you realize that you're cross-referencing tabs on the same FF window that are far apart. Crossing the phase boundary from a stack-based workflow to a heap-based workflow with more than a dozen tabs open is usually what triggers forking a new window and a mark-and-sweep GC into a named tabs-for-later window, immediately "niced" onto a different desktop).
Now we need to get into why bookmarks suck.
You see, there used to be this technology called a "book", subtype: comprehensive reference work, subsubtype: warts and everything.
People talk about code smells. I'm more likely to talk about documentation smells. A super common documentation smell these days is "let's not even mention the possibility of not-yet-implemented, but super obvious feature that completes the conceptual paradigm". You know, the kind of software which discusses the fabulous cosine feature on their home page, mentions the related feature sin as a footnote in some appendix, and the tan feature not at all, anywhere, ever (maybe the bowels of an associated bug tracker as a feature request, largely snowed under by discussion of "do we REALLY need this" scrum-brainrot feature triage).
A scrummer might think, well, sin is sufficient, anything more would be feature creep. And there is some logic in that, as viewed by anyone who hoped that all Java floating point primitives would be bit-identical across all machine architectures, forever.
But it turns out that floating point is nasty, in the same way that managing memory is nasty, so nasty that we often abstract memory management right out of the software specification (some specifications are just too hard).
sin(x) equals cos(pi/2 - x) only for extremely high quality values of pi.
tan(x)=sin(x)/cos(x) only for a Taylor series expansion of sin(x) with enough precision to complicate memory management .
I'm just using this as a hyperbolic example of skin-deep identities.
Another example: if you've got copy and delete, do you really need move? (If you've previously abstracted memory management right out of the specification, you might struggle to answer "yes".)
What reference book technology used to do is have a little paragraph near the front of a relevant chapter which declared that for the purpose of this application, you do have a complete set of sin/cos/tan, but you don't have a complete set of copy/delete/move (some composition required).
There's a systemic reason why the official online documentation goes to code-smell "obnoxious silence". Because S
Nope.
(I also thought it was possible that the chance level was 50%, but I didn't want to go out on a limb, so I fired up my link viewer.)
The statistical methodology was too complex for me to digest into any directly interpretable model, leaving it hard to assay. I don't think this test would be applied to a normal population. It might have some diagnostic utility distinguishing schizophrenia from bipolar, which is apparently difficult to accomplish in the clinical setting.
There are many of these announcements where I just file the URL in my searchable wiki, to see if the day ever arrives where the technology is mentioned in a comprehensible, second context.
Cost of comprehending the original market-speak .GT. received utility modulo a not-improbable gaping ocean rift.
Footnote
Atlantis just called. STOP SENDING IoT! You've nearly buckled the entire plate, and our mermaids are all becoming discouraged and refusing to tail dig.
A criteria which classifies 99.99% of the people presently involved with crytocurrency as amateur speculators.
Because in code—which resembles logic, which resembles a peanut brittle bar left outside overnight halfway up Vinson Massif (well, your father's Vinson Massif)—a single thing you don't fully understand can drain your entire wallet.
Canadians use cash for only 10% of consumer payments and that figure is falling — August 2014
Yeah, and 45% of all purchases were made using debit cards, for which the consumer receives no spiff (other than stiffing those shits over at VISA et al.). Only 25% by dollar value for the rapacious credit card industry at this happy moment in time.
More Canadians choosing credit cards, mobile payments over cash, study says — 3 February 2016
Now there's an article bought and paid for. Once upon a time, the Globe and Mail was a respectable rag. Et tu, Grey Lady?
As far as I can tell, the entire article avoids discussing dollar share (in favour of transaction share). What matters for assessing the 2% fee grab is dollar share.
Probably the credit card industry considers Canada's 65% share of plastic transactions conducted on debit (per 2014 data above) to be an unmitigated international catastrophe. They're certainly not going to curate press coverage to brag about this.
I mean, why shiv your neighbourhood grocer with the credit fee? Surely he'll just end up passing the overhead back to the customer. Your average meek Canadian would think the first thought for sure, and possibly continue on with the second thought (but not always).
Turns out, leaving a nickle for the other guy is not such a bad life philosophy after all.
Sadly, there will be a war in Canada against the use of debit cards by the assholes at VISA, but it will a far different war here than elsewhere. (VISA could start by awarding air miles that didn't constantly degenerate into a colossal screw-around. They sometimes even brazenly advertise their "new, improved, less screw-around air miles". But the cat comes back, and the slogan never gets old.)
Hear, hear. Well said.
It's unbelievable that large-L libertarians everywhere don't froth at the mouth incessantly over this ultra-flagrant abomination. Like, we could fix this now, without sitting on our Libertarian thumbs awaiting The Great Regime Change.
Here's another thing. Corporations are people. People have assholes. Q.E.D.
If I try to behave like the Fonz, it only makes me extra dorkier.
Hillary never had the televangelism gene. She couldn't channel Bill if she tried. You'd get about as far suggesting the average televangelist channel Richard Dawkins.
Most of her debate prep was spent mastering that ghastly almost amused-looking smile when Donald went off on one of his many ridiculous riffs. Unfortunately, her best shot at running America was being born long before the invention of television.
With the same intensity of prep as The King's English she might have managed to sound charismatic over the radio.
But really, I'd have advised she broadcast a series of fireside radio chats with Bertrand Russell.
I've noticed this, too, about the millennials.
With my N24 sleep disorder (three decades before I found the cure), I spent many long hours of my young adult life walking around on the streets at night (sure, Toronto sounds safe, but it had then one of the largest Italian populations in the world, as was certainly evident from the not-infrequent black limousine Sundays in my part of town; there was one "corner store" I stepped into, and out of again, after a single-pass 1978-vintage Cylon double take).
During those years I acquired a certain instinctive awareness of my surroundings that's impossible to attain doing the cellphone shuffle.
These days, I take an especially good look at anyone who witnesses my $300 monthly cash withdrawal from the ATM (which I use to buy eggs and oranges). But that's about it.
Late at night, I also tended to cross long streets diagonally, at random, somewhere in the middle, during a lull in traffic.
Tits of trouble: See that guy over there? He's following you ...
Street-wise muscle [stares at "that guy" as if he's just received new information]: I know he's been tailin' my ass ... and now he knows I know it.
Quietly alert, with a mildly distracted demeanor, a brisk, fluid gate, and navigationally unpredictable.
That's the formula.
You really need to recalibrate your "is fucked" dowsing rod.
After a decade of living on cream and sunshine, summer vacation is over, and Intel will soon have to buckle down and earn good grades, obtained through long hours of hard study.
Heard on beaches the world over when governments shorten their unemployment insurance entitlement periods: "Shit! We're fucked! Now we'll all have to get real jobs."
Welcome back to how everyone else lives.
On the one hand, it will take a while for Intel to recover its former work ethic. On the other hand, they're well rested—and surrounded by three decades worth of motivational trophy cases (lately somewhat dusty) for Best of Breed in the 800-lb gorilla division.
Yeah, that sure sounds fucked, doesn't it?
Extrapolation from the status quo is the reason why futurology remains a fringe profession.
There's nothing theoretical to prevent AI from being trained on data sets ranging from the 1600s to the present day, after which is could accurately model Progress as Usual.
But presently, our AI has only just managed (since about 2012) to find a big, juicy signal in the massive datasets accrued during the last twenty years.
First you have to walk before you can run.
And it's presently unclear how much progress we'll make on graduated induction: basically bootstrapping machine learning on ever smaller datasets from insights gained over large pump-priming datasets.
Certainly, as a neophyte industry, successfully extrapolating from the status quo is the best we can hope for.
There's also a circular component: in a racist society it turns out that the race signal is highly predictive of social outcomes (aka exactly the kinds of things credit agencies most wish to model).
The silver lining here is that the degree to which progressive western societies remain racist to their very cores is about to become a lot more explicit. Seriously, we're about to discover that Canada is mediocre (say it isn't so, Orange Order of Canada), and that Alabama requires double precision to merely calculate its operational parameters.
The mind boggles at how a person already too lazy to yell at their congress critter over obvious corruption and industry capture expects to thrive in a fully deregulated marketplace.
This naming shift gives me the major heebs. It can't possibly be designed to aid comprehension. It's the end of an era, for sure.
I'd buy AMD almost for that reason alone, once I'm sure AMD is solid in the ZFS camp (the story there has been spotty for some while).
But more likely, I'll run my current dual E5-2620 NAS convergence box into the dirt (I figure on another five to seven years) and by then I'll get a turnkey NAS appliance for local bulk storage and everything else I've got will migrate into the cloud, where no-one cares what is under the hood, so long as $/mile is priced competitively.
1959 planar process
1963 complementary MOS
2017 bronze, silver, gold, and platinum
58 good years, RIP. Apparently, the generation who grew up on cherry iMacs are procuring cloud servers these days.
Turns out, the King Midas story is a bit oversimplified for young audiences. While he didn't grow hair on his palms, he did wind up with a mixed bag and the ultimate shiner (as you'd pretty much expect when a royal figure is granted his wish by an androgynous saint to the oppressed who wanders about waving a thyrsus).
Big language. Been watching too much Bruno Ganz lately?
I appears Ars tested MySQL Percona Server 5.7.0 as their chosen representative for the entire category. I wouldn't recall Rommel's tanks just yet.
I have about 30 different database products listed in my notes (many oriented at graphs or machine learning, along the entire sharing spectrum). Would they all suffer this much?
Well, that does make the present EPYC implementation suck for a popular worker-thread model used to concurrently access a single, large datastore.
I suspect, however, that a database server server hundreds of small databases as part of a WordPress server farm would hardly suffer at all (so long as CPU locality is stable at the OS level).
Or six. You even said it yourself.
I didn't believe that number for the first microsecond. Where was your brain? Stuck on "easily explained"?
From the original:
Even Microsoft would notice 24 cores sharing a 200 s group hug.
If the question had been "total number of photons emitted from the sun over the last 4.3 billion years", I would accept +/- six orders of decimal magnitude as constituting a reasonable effort. In this case, not so much.
Give a man an 80-20 (or an 88-12 or a 98-2) in any select dimension and he can raze the world.
But officer, I was only trying to achieve attain gain reach recapture reclaim recoup recover retake take back win back repossess retrieve salvage reacquire reattain.
a: Smoke
b: Established business relationships
c: Acquired market expertise
d: Developed technology
e: Amazingly comfortable office chairs
There's a reason why the VC community is build to lather, rinse, repeat. What motivates you to get one of these right, but not the other?
Some startup ventures pretty much leave behind a smoking crater, but that certainly isn't the only story here.
In ten years, Mary Lou Jepsen will be 63 years old. Nice career-ending exit strategy. Incredible woman, who seems to have mastered every trick.
Physicists use "exotic" as an ordering function, with the overly explained on one side and the underly plausible on the other side. Welcome to the great watershed of fundability.
I use the word "exotic" to mean "outside the observable light cone". This also translates to "amazingly cool" and "so glad you're funding this out of your own pocket".
If there's one place public money does NOT belong, it's outside the observable light cone.
I would have guessed the cheapest electricity now comes from hydro-electric dams that have already paid for themselves three times over, and might continue to operate for another 100 years.
(I tried to determine the expected lifespan of Robert-Bourassa not long ago, but the reality is that no-one really knows, depending of subtleties of surface water chemistry over timespans barely investigated. They pencil in "100 years" at time of construction, probably more for the bankers than the engineers. To a banker, 100 years is aleph two, the last countable infinity.)
Oh, you meant the cheapest marginal new construction, as viewed from the second margin of cherry-picked bank loan shovel-ready favourability.
And once you exhaust hot, sunny, and dry and California's low coefficient of tropical fungus, then what?
I know, I know.
Have the entire Amazon rainforest collect rainwater, aggregate it all into a single large flow, and run it through a BIG honking generator.
I'm just sure it would work. And who even knows just how long those puppies would spin? Why, fifty years from now, if the climate becomes wetter than ever, it might almost be practically free.
I got rid of one from my junk closet not long ago.
The blasted thing capped my burst typing speed to about 90 wpm, by which point it kind of feels like running on wet sand—the wet sand of some strange Pop Rock planet.
I was mainly using to install obscure distributions on old beater boxes.
I'm presently typing on a Compaq 247429-101 Erase-Ease keyboard (though I never use the left thumb backspace key).
This thing has been a total workhorse and it has a brilliantly long PS/2 cable.
Every year or so it begins to look like Lister's revenge and I have to pop all 100 keys and scrub every damn side of every damn key cover from the curry crossing (the giant steaming bowl of tan goodness typically perched on the edge of my glass desk, three inches above and six inches behind home position; just like my typing, a minor embolism every 99 spoonfuls or thereabouts—I could really use a special backspace key for this other problem.)
Just a question.
Is there any way to achieve national security without the clear and present danger of public exposure and embarrassment hanging over government apparatchiks who fail to deliver their mandates?
Because somehow I don't think that "loose lips" is the only way to sink ships.
Crackerjack government agencies with the curtains drawn. There's a Costa Concordia in every box suite.
Ah, yes, the modern "overdrive" is a handy-dandy burly conduit demassifier.
Only I'm not sure whether this cancels out drag effects once your heavy windings become so large as to erupt, steampunk style, from the hood, like giant copperhead engine minions. Can't have everything, I guess. Still, the efficiency with a stiff tail wind would be unrivalled. Up svelte periscope, and away!
This is getting pretty close to "follow the money" as a certifiable intellectual disability.
Indeed, the American adversarial "free" market regulatory function is implemented more cheaply—as perceived through a conspicuously charismatic megadollar mental metal-detector—by "big" government oversight in many other free-market(ish) democracies.
But isn't it funny how, at the end of the day, one needs to add up the contribution of all the feedback loops* before deciding whether the cost of doing business as merely usual—even mildly** unfettered business-as-usual has no known upper bound—is somehow too penny-painful to countenance (at which point the merit function apparently becomes x!=this, and the land grab is on).
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[*] Your mission, should you delight is discarding hundreds of unknowable terms that especially rankle your nose hairs, and choose to accept this as a more dignified profession than scouring McRestRooms.
[**] Post Glass–Steagall, where we rushed to embrace TARP because it was the screaming deal of the 21st century compared to what otherwise*** might have been (hint: the A in TARP does not stand for "asset").
[***] Once every decade or so, the truly wealthy gather together for an Iowa Writer's Workshop of collective dystopian ideation. The rest of the decade, they can barely manage a passable crayon sketch of a stick-man fleeing a house on fire. It's their one great artistic outlet (only don't get them started on provenance, which though superficially similar, is definitely not the same thing).