What Apple can learn is to manage expectations. Pebble lost credibility because they promised a lot and then could not deliver.
I don't agree with this narrative and I never have.
When your Kickstarter goes viral and you score a 100x multiple on your modest proposal—a proposal which involves custom electronics hardware—you face a monumental problem: having to put a one year warranty on a beta++ prototype you shepherded into mass production with a virgin organization in building mode. You're not exactly a six-sigma shop that never gets a simple ignition switch wrong. The American government isn't going to step in to tide you over if an unexpected recall of 2.5 million vehicles tips your balance sheet into the red.
I bought two Pebbles, and presently one is dead and the other has an issue with garbling the display where I can't always read what it says, and sometimes when I can read what it says, the time isn't correct, because it hasn't successfully updated for 10 minutes.
The dead watch (which went from functioning perfectly to hardly functioning at all in the space of a day) is a more advanced case of the same problem. It still seems to function in many respects, but the screen just flashes garbage with here and there a surprise appearance of a proper image. At this point, the correct screens are so rare it's impossible to navigate any watch menu (unless I use my other watch as a guide dog for the blind).
On the one that still barely works, some of my watch faces are more garbled than others. I've done plenty of micro-electronics troubleshooting in my time, and this looks a lot like loss of signal integrity between the CPU and the display chip due to an insufficient voltage margin. It could be as simple as the battery not responding to current transients as quickly as it once did, so that you see a bounce brown-out that barely dips enough to induce a few corrupt bits on a data signal. You're oh so close. Close, but no cigar. It only takes one wrong bit per screen update to ruin everything, if it's the wrong wrong bit.
Back when People was slipping schedule, people complained bitterly that other companies manage to bring products to mass production a lot faster than Pebble. These people are idiots. If Pebble experiences a 20% failure rate in the field of their delivered product, and has to honour it's warranty on all these failed watches, what exactly is Plan B? Fold up their tent? As it turns out, they did raise some venture capital. VCs don't come along with a fistful of dollars to throw into an RMA pit.
Given their economic and technical parameters, I thought Pebble did just fine in delivering what they did deliver. After a certain point, though, I actively disliked their communication policy. They handled the issue of the colour additives messing with their plastics rather atrociously.
I made one attempt to get my failed Pebble replaced and the communication dried up on their end. By the time I figured out I wasn't going to get the next response, I had become too busy in my own life to pursue it, and I was beginning to notice my other watch glitching and becoming erratic. I figured I would wait until it was bad enough to declare it officially failed, and pursue replacement of both watches in tandem. Based on when I received my watches, I'm guessing I have about a month left on my warranty now.
If they honour their warranty (and the replacements prove more reliable than the first two) I'm still a big believer in the Pebble platform. I couldn't do what I wanted to do with these watches until the 2.0 SDK came out and that has only been out since my watches became unreliable. No point investing in the new API until I find out whether I'm going to have working watches or not.
No matter what Apple invents, it's simply not going to be as open as what I'm willing to invest my time into.
If Pebble turns this into a seventeen email exchange with a week-long delay after every volley, I'm ju
And as stores aren't allowed to pass the fees along to the card holder every person gets stuck paying for the rich guy with the black card.
Amen, brother. Any right wing neoliberals out there should be as hopping mad about this as about raising taxes.
Paying for a service you don't receive has no place in a free market economy. If VISA is providing a service that people value, then people will choose to pay with their card, despite any additional fees incurred for the service provided.
No, but really what VISA is doing is taxing every consumer, whether we value the service they provide or not, then gifting it back to card holders in the form of a rewards program with a spendy redemption clause.
At some level this is against my personal financial interest, but I pay for everything with my debit card (universally accepted in Canada) at the same price as those paying with credit cards, through I receive no bonus rewards. But I do get a nice free market glow of refusing to accept the terms of the free market-abusing assholes who run the credit card oligopolies. I make up my loss by working harder at being an unconsumer.
I did write "break pedal" while still sucking down first coffee. At least I didn't type "break petal". I've done that, too.
Some people experience a brief paralysis on waking. This is caused by different parts of the brain waking up in different order. The brain ordinarily wakes up the steering wheel before the gas pedal, but there are sometimes exceptions.
If you are a careful driver and plan ahead to avoid quick braking, and also accelerate at a very modest rate your benefits would be small with this kind of system. It helps compensate for aggressive driving but it seems like it won't benefit drivers that already are trying to get good gas mileage.
I live in a modest coastal city where the traffic is relatively sedate. My main problem avoiding unnecessary use of the break pedal is that so many traffic lights appear suddenly as you crest a hill or exit a sweeping turn giving you no immediate indication of phase, and then BAM! just before the point of no return it goes yellow.
I pretty much make all my velocity decisions in phase space: how close in position/velocity to I wish to be with the traffic around me at which points in the terrain? I've read that gasoline engines are at the top of their conversion efficiency mound when producing about 2/3rds of maximum rated power, so I'm not shy about briefly laying it on to make a quick adjustment in phase space, but always with the goal of making the least possible use of my brake pedal later on.
Also, we've pretty much capped our top speed at 90 km/l since we're driving a small truck. We had a lovely Toyota Truck from way back that traded some paint at xmas. The smallest replacement truck we could find at a fair price is the ubiquitous Ford Ranger, which is a complete joke as representing a "small" truck.
Fifty years ago, the United States slapped a 25 per cent tariff on imported brandy, dextrin, potato starch and small pickups. This was in retaliation to tariffs on imported American chicken imposed by countries like France and Germany.
To this day, the 25 per cent tariff on small pickups remains.
Sad news, ideologues. The entire electable spectrum has left the chicken tax alone, from Nixon to Bush to Clinton to Carter.
Guess what? The carbon emissions also have a definite consequence. If not climate, then conflict. What's really going on here is escaping the horror of first order terms; it's an actuarial NIMBY effect. One death is a statistic. A billion deaths are somebody else's problem, if the coefficient can be construed as the least bit vague.
The real problem with countdown lights is that they require driver judgement. What you really want are a kind of runway light which indicates whether, from where you are—maintaining your current speed—you're going to make it through or not. The number the driver needs is dependent on individual conditions.
One way to do this would be to pot amber indicators in the pavement calibrated to the speed limit (it really should be called the "speed notice" or the "speed weed"—expect to be noticed/plucked if you drive faster than this). If you're driving at the speed limit, and the nearest such indicator in your forward path is illuminated amber, then you will arrive at the intersection in the amber condition.
If you gun it from 150 meters out from some low initial speed, you'll probably notice that you're losing the race with the amber rabbit in time to rethink your testosterone surge. If not, count on losing the long war of technological measures designed to strip you of your driving privilege. Driving stupidity/dead pedestrians breeds cameras. What part of this simple equation can't these people figure out?
This helps to explain the mysterious Flynn effect, where IQ is purportedly rising in the general population, but it's hard to see in real life. Nobody takes an IQ test sitting behind a steering wheel after rushing out of
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I just watched [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMu_md_5PQ4 Olivia Fox Cabane: Build Your Personal Charisma] after reading TFA.
TFA drive me nuts with the smooth smooth smooth smooth smooth "I'm going to say something eventually" writing style. About 25% of the way in, I was going "just fucking spit it out, if you've got something to say".
Olivia's video presentation is stiff for the first half, but warms up when she gets to warmth, and she does a reasonable job of the question session afterward. This is less a cult than simple consciousness raising. We so rarely think about how charisma is manufactured. We treat it like juicy sausage. Either you've got it or you don't.
What it really boils down to is that as emotional beings, many of us live life hanging our dirty laundry in the front yard, and letting the paper cups from our recycling bin catch in the wind and blow up and down the street. No, the charismatic house is the one with the nicely tended garden—even if there's a giant compost bin in the back yard behind the fence.
She also mentions the power of the placebo effect. I think by this she means that powerful people have to pay powerful fees in order to feel powerful medicine.
Local DVD rental store: 10,000 titles in the back catalog. $7 for three rentals, one week. $10 for five rentals, one week.
Netflix can blow themselves blue.
True, I have to wait two years for hit titles to slide off the best renter shelf. This sometimes diverts me to the Criterion shelf. Actually, it's more of an entire wall display than a mere shelf, with as many titles as my local Blockbuster used to have in their entire single-copy foreign movie Independence Day refusnik kiosk (hidden behind the Snack and Grab), the top shelf of which barely came up to my belly button. When I wanted Gong Li, I had to show some butt crack.
If the EFF really wants to take a bite of Orwellian ass, they should campaign relentlessly to have the phrase "identity theft" replaced by the phrase "credential theft".
FFS, no-one can steal my gosh-darned identity until they can call up any of my nearest and dearest family members and convince them that it is really me over the course of an hour-long phone conversation.
I'd count that as actual identity theft.
All we get for this careless throwing around of the phrase "identity theft" is taking the spotlight off how poorly designed and implemented many of these credential mechanisms really are. The big institutions ought to wear their own failures, rather than making their customers take the heat, in particular, the insane persistence of black marks even after one has conclusively demonstrated that the black mark was a bungle to begin with.
How this isn't covered under "slander" is scandalous.
The man deserves it. He rocks. I've loved the precision of his engagement with fundamental assumptions since my first encounter with the Baker's algorithm.
My Writings is a good time killer. One of my favorite passages is this one:
Writing the proofs turned out to be much more difficult than I had expected. I worked very hard to make them as short and easy to understand as I could. So, I was rather annoyed when a referee said that the proofs seemed to have been written quickly and could be simplified with a little effort. In my replies to the reviews, I referred to that referee as a "supercilious bastard". Some time later, Nancy Lynch confessed to being that referee. She had by then written her own proofs of clock synchronization and realized how hard they were.
They did a fair amount of work together, judging by all the other places her name appears.
I welcome the centenarian SAT, wherein the desiccated (if not decrepit) demonstrate that they retain the mental flexibility to allow necessary social change to redefine the terms of continued living.
The movement loses most of its gloss when retirement age gets bumped to 165. Under present conditions, the extremely gifted can amass enough wealth by the present retirement age to coast on equity for a long time.
This of course all changes once life extension begins to rock the boat. Living forever will, however, always remain highly appealing for the 1% of the 1% of the 1%.
Nice. What's different or unfamiliar is incorrect.
'cause on the first day God wrote a specification document, on the third day he coded madly, on the sixth day God ticked off the last box on the acceptance test plan, and then he sat back and cracked open a can of Galactic Suds.
I've attentively followed every stray tidbit to cross my radar about the shadow sector since the publication of The Puzzle Palace, about the peripheral ghosts of which my algebra professor had direct experience.
The gold box agencies can do traffic analysis at scale. They can model metadata at scale. They can't break every damn cipher at scale—neither can they employ the rubber hose password-getter at large scale (the Soviets managed to cover about 10% of their population with blue welts over a thirty year period, but ultimately this did no favours to their economy).
The best approach to scaling crackers is to leak key bits in the purportedly pseudo-random number nonce stream. This is the hardest tampering to identify from the outside of a black box. Even when the black box is reverse engineered and one discovers that random is far from uniformly random (with no stray key-space correlates), some idiot applies Hanlon's razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.
How about we agree to make a small exception for the industrial-scale tainting of purportedly random numbers, where discerning the difference between malice and stupidity achieves an elite level of algebraic epsilon? Oh, look, one digit in the source code for the random number generator has a wrong digit. Must have been a careless mistake—as if careless mistakes are a dime a dozen in the land where a poor man's nonce is a persistent agency's key-space collapsing back-channel.
The NSA does not randomly shoot holes in the protection of the American public. Worse than having no back door is having a back-door that somehow becomes shared with the wrong people. What they want is to inject a weakness that only they can exploit, even when their adversaries discover their handiwork.
Just off the top of my head, one way to achieve this is to require that exploiting the leak requires having the intercept history of the channel in hand since day one. The unfortunate flip side is that the specificity of these methods of single-party Achilles-heal exploitation becomes a smoking gun to the presence of a far-from-blind watch master. No ruse is totally perfect.
But you can always keep 90% of the population busy debating whether metadata has any value, such that any debate that makes any progress at all contains only those people who were already sophisticated cranks (recruitment/rubber-hose scale, to mention the carrot and stick). It all works out.
If scale matters, assigning a scant value to metadata can not be so much as trivially entertained by a thinking person. Pity we have so few.
That's a natural error, where my brain had the right word, and my speedy fingers went "close enough" as they often do when there's a hot, fresh, unfinished coffee on my desk they're trying to rush off and levitate.
Semantic interference often contributes. I think my brain went square dancing for a brief moment with the Peano postulates.
He huge amount of time he spent trying to get things done made much of his time at ORI 'the very worst job I have ever had'.
Have people stopped reading the last sentence of the typically summary altogether with the part of the brain that doesn't type?
On a not-so-tangential side note, it would be nice in the eagerly awaited Beta Redux to be able to click preview prior to furnishing the subject line, and actually get the preview to go along with the lecture. Just about every time this happens to me I want to paste "cat got your tongue" into the subject line until I've actually seen the damn preview I requested, at which point I'm far less than entirely motivated to go back and remove the shim.
It's like childhood. You ask a question. Someone corrects how you presented the question. The question itself never gets answered. If the question can't be properly understood, it needs to be addressed before diving off into an answer. If it's just a matter of persnicketty dress code, probably the answer needs to come first if you're raising a young scientist rather than a young bureauocrat.
However, one must make an exception to this basis rule in extreme cases of shifting the burden: when someone publishes something for thousands to read, and every damn reader has to read the final sentence three times because you've changed "The" into "He"—a hundred times worse than the natural error "he"—which is enough to turn us all into syntactic Cylons.
FFS whoever submitted that, get your mental back-light fixed.
Tell that the the families of passengers on Flight MH370.
That's the best way to proceed. Ask the person who has recently suffered an extreme loss, who won't be paying for the decision with his own money. What could go wrong?
Please, also don't act like your the first person ever that this has happened to. It's been standard practice for at least the last 15 years I've been working IT in schools in the UK.
Your post is constructive right up to phrase "the last 15 years" which apparently justifies how little your network reveals to the surveilled about the actual extent of the surveillance, even to the point of having software installed that they know little to nothing about on their own equipment that could open back doors to the device when employed outside of the school network if by some extraordinary turn of events proves to be slightly less than 100% bullet proof in its coding, implementation, and deployment. Nothing ever goes wrong with WEP or SSL.
Would it damage the small little minds to know more about how this all became "bog standard" without so much as a public whimper? Probably. Does that mean your Slashdot post is filtered on your own school network? Probably.
In my world, forged SSL certificates should be clearly marked as such. There should even be a "forger identity" field and a "forger authority" field (containing the pertinent parental agreement UUID).
None of this would interfere whatsoever with your legal authority to protect your network or your success in achieving this protection. It would increase the awareness of the surveilled of what externalities they have actually taken on downstream of their agreement with you to allow you to do so.
The fact that you've been doing this for fifteen years already without any of this in place is a sad argument.
If this is the school's equipment so that the school absorbs it's own externalities of having badly-coded surveillance kits forcibly installed (I'm guessing the rock stars on that coding team were on the guaranteed forcible-installation side of the house) and the equipment is emblazoned with a giant warning "abandon privacy all ye who input here" there should still be a giant warning screen that comes up whenever a user tries to access a major financial institution (I'm told the government tracks the identities of these organizations) which warns the user "you are attempted to access a financial institution through a forged SSL root chain which is potentially a far leakier pipe than regular SSL, are you really sure you want to do this?"
So you're justified in doing what you do, but you're also so damn sneaky about doing it, that fires spring up in public opinion when the least of what goes on is exposed to public discussion.
No need to hammer the state of affairs in the daily consciousness so that these public fires don't flare up. Because fifteen years.
My bank has a security mechanism where they show a set of images unique to my account so that I can detect impostor sites that entice me to enter my credentials where they shouldn't go (the impostor site doesn't know the unique images associated with each banking account). There really should be a law against these security fingerprint images being conveyed through a forged-certificate SSL proxy no matter how legitimate the usage agreement. Once those images are scraped and laundered, one more safeguard we've be taught to trust is down the spiral tube.
If it's rational, necessary, and you're proud of it, do it out in the open as democracy conceptually demands, with plenty of loud warning signs where the externalities impose heightened risk.
Too many people suffer and die from too many diseases that we more or less understand, but can't effectively treat.
Yes, this is what classical Greek rhetoric describes as a regressive mirage: the more you learn, the worse it gets, no matter how diseases you cure along the way.
Here's the amazing thing. Understanding tends to outpace effective intervention. Any snooker player can tell you which ball on the table he'd really like to move next. It's rarely the ball he's presently shooting at. In Genomics, we're talking 30,000 balls on the snooker table, and the snooker table is gravity golf in a twenty dimensional space. Even with your trillion dollar Laplacian pool cue, you're struggling to pull off exactly the shot you want.
When I was young and we were on a long trip and the moon was hanging there on the horizon, I always wanted to go faster, so we could see the other side.
Then I got a little bit older. Perhaps a month older. And I thought to myself, "you know, there are reasons why this is probably not going to happen the way I want it to".
The person who posted this comment is apparently a paranoid psychopath and you are effectively praising him.
Apparently, paranoid psychopathic trolls are tightly knit.
But no problem. It'll be +500 in another hour, +50,000 by tomorrow afternoon, and then wrap back around to zero, at which point he loses his quarter and his game is over.
If everything appears to be working smoothly between family members,
FTFY.
Didn't you watch a single episode of The Dukes of Hazard growing up? The legitimate party is always the last to know, and by the time the penny drops they're one hell of a car ride away from interceding in the nick of time, bursting into the court room at the very moment the justice picks up the pen and says out loud to Boss Hogg and his henchmen in particular "these papers all seem to be in good order".
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We've been working on the existing of God for between 3,000 and 10,000 years now. The divine entity remains notoriously hard to confirm. News at 11.
I don't agree with this narrative and I never have.
When your Kickstarter goes viral and you score a 100x multiple on your modest proposal—a proposal which involves custom electronics hardware—you face a monumental problem: having to put a one year warranty on a beta++ prototype you shepherded into mass production with a virgin organization in building mode. You're not exactly a six-sigma shop that never gets a simple ignition switch wrong. The American government isn't going to step in to tide you over if an unexpected recall of 2.5 million vehicles tips your balance sheet into the red.
I bought two Pebbles, and presently one is dead and the other has an issue with garbling the display where I can't always read what it says, and sometimes when I can read what it says, the time isn't correct, because it hasn't successfully updated for 10 minutes.
The dead watch (which went from functioning perfectly to hardly functioning at all in the space of a day) is a more advanced case of the same problem. It still seems to function in many respects, but the screen just flashes garbage with here and there a surprise appearance of a proper image. At this point, the correct screens are so rare it's impossible to navigate any watch menu (unless I use my other watch as a guide dog for the blind).
On the one that still barely works, some of my watch faces are more garbled than others. I've done plenty of micro-electronics troubleshooting in my time, and this looks a lot like loss of signal integrity between the CPU and the display chip due to an insufficient voltage margin. It could be as simple as the battery not responding to current transients as quickly as it once did, so that you see a bounce brown-out that barely dips enough to induce a few corrupt bits on a data signal. You're oh so close. Close, but no cigar. It only takes one wrong bit per screen update to ruin everything, if it's the wrong wrong bit.
Back when People was slipping schedule, people complained bitterly that other companies manage to bring products to mass production a lot faster than Pebble. These people are idiots. If Pebble experiences a 20% failure rate in the field of their delivered product, and has to honour it's warranty on all these failed watches, what exactly is Plan B? Fold up their tent? As it turns out, they did raise some venture capital. VCs don't come along with a fistful of dollars to throw into an RMA pit.
Given their economic and technical parameters, I thought Pebble did just fine in delivering what they did deliver. After a certain point, though, I actively disliked their communication policy. They handled the issue of the colour additives messing with their plastics rather atrociously.
I made one attempt to get my failed Pebble replaced and the communication dried up on their end. By the time I figured out I wasn't going to get the next response, I had become too busy in my own life to pursue it, and I was beginning to notice my other watch glitching and becoming erratic. I figured I would wait until it was bad enough to declare it officially failed, and pursue replacement of both watches in tandem. Based on when I received my watches, I'm guessing I have about a month left on my warranty now.
If they honour their warranty (and the replacements prove more reliable than the first two) I'm still a big believer in the Pebble platform. I couldn't do what I wanted to do with these watches until the 2.0 SDK came out and that has only been out since my watches became unreliable. No point investing in the new API until I find out whether I'm going to have working watches or not.
No matter what Apple invents, it's simply not going to be as open as what I'm willing to invest my time into.
If Pebble turns this into a seventeen email exchange with a week-long delay after every volley, I'm ju
Amen, brother. Any right wing neoliberals out there should be as hopping mad about this as about raising taxes.
Paying for a service you don't receive has no place in a free market economy. If VISA is providing a service that people value, then people will choose to pay with their card, despite any additional fees incurred for the service provided.
No, but really what VISA is doing is taxing every consumer, whether we value the service they provide or not, then gifting it back to card holders in the form of a rewards program with a spendy redemption clause.
At some level this is against my personal financial interest, but I pay for everything with my debit card (universally accepted in Canada) at the same price as those paying with credit cards, through I receive no bonus rewards. But I do get a nice free market glow of refusing to accept the terms of the free market-abusing assholes who run the credit card oligopolies. I make up my loss by working harder at being an unconsumer.
I did write "break pedal" while still sucking down first coffee. At least I didn't type "break petal". I've done that, too.
Some people experience a brief paralysis on waking. This is caused by different parts of the brain waking up in different order. The brain ordinarily wakes up the steering wheel before the gas pedal, but there are sometimes exceptions.
I live in a modest coastal city where the traffic is relatively sedate. My main problem avoiding unnecessary use of the break pedal is that so many traffic lights appear suddenly as you crest a hill or exit a sweeping turn giving you no immediate indication of phase, and then BAM! just before the point of no return it goes yellow.
I pretty much make all my velocity decisions in phase space: how close in position/velocity to I wish to be with the traffic around me at which points in the terrain? I've read that gasoline engines are at the top of their conversion efficiency mound when producing about 2/3rds of maximum rated power, so I'm not shy about briefly laying it on to make a quick adjustment in phase space, but always with the goal of making the least possible use of my brake pedal later on.
Also, we've pretty much capped our top speed at 90 km/l since we're driving a small truck. We had a lovely Toyota Truck from way back that traded some paint at xmas. The smallest replacement truck we could find at a fair price is the ubiquitous Ford Ranger, which is a complete joke as representing a "small" truck.
The chicken tax: Why it's hard to find a small pickup truck
Sad news, ideologues. The entire electable spectrum has left the chicken tax alone, from Nixon to Bush to Clinton to Carter.
Countdown traffic lights may cause accidents, study says
Guess what? The carbon emissions also have a definite consequence. If not climate, then conflict. What's really going on here is escaping the horror of first order terms; it's an actuarial NIMBY effect. One death is a statistic. A billion deaths are somebody else's problem, if the coefficient can be construed as the least bit vague.
The real problem with countdown lights is that they require driver judgement. What you really want are a kind of runway light which indicates whether, from where you are—maintaining your current speed—you're going to make it through or not. The number the driver needs is dependent on individual conditions.
One way to do this would be to pot amber indicators in the pavement calibrated to the speed limit (it really should be called the "speed notice" or the "speed weed"—expect to be noticed/plucked if you drive faster than this). If you're driving at the speed limit, and the nearest such indicator in your forward path is illuminated amber, then you will arrive at the intersection in the amber condition.
If you gun it from 150 meters out from some low initial speed, you'll probably notice that you're losing the race with the amber rabbit in time to rethink your testosterone surge. If not, count on losing the long war of technological measures designed to strip you of your driving privilege. Driving stupidity/dead pedestrians breeds cameras. What part of this simple equation can't these people figure out?
This helps to explain the mysterious Flynn effect, where IQ is purportedly rising in the general population, but it's hard to see in real life. Nobody takes an IQ test sitting behind a steering wheel after rushing out of
Ooops: Mouse slip on my Make Link add-on. I'm sure it clicks anyway, but here it is again: Olivia Fox Cabane: Build Your Personal Charisma
I just watched [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMu_md_5PQ4 Olivia Fox Cabane: Build Your Personal Charisma] after reading TFA.
TFA drive me nuts with the smooth smooth smooth smooth smooth "I'm going to say something eventually" writing style. About 25% of the way in, I was going "just fucking spit it out, if you've got something to say".
Olivia's video presentation is stiff for the first half, but warms up when she gets to warmth, and she does a reasonable job of the question session afterward. This is less a cult than simple consciousness raising. We so rarely think about how charisma is manufactured. We treat it like juicy sausage. Either you've got it or you don't.
What it really boils down to is that as emotional beings, many of us live life hanging our dirty laundry in the front yard, and letting the paper cups from our recycling bin catch in the wind and blow up and down the street. No, the charismatic house is the one with the nicely tended garden—even if there's a giant compost bin in the back yard behind the fence.
She also mentions the power of the placebo effect. I think by this she means that powerful people have to pay powerful fees in order to feel powerful medicine.
The rest of us can buy generics and do just fine.
Local DVD rental store: 10,000 titles in the back catalog. $7 for three rentals, one week. $10 for five rentals, one week.
Netflix can blow themselves blue.
True, I have to wait two years for hit titles to slide off the best renter shelf. This sometimes diverts me to the Criterion shelf. Actually, it's more of an entire wall display than a mere shelf, with as many titles as my local Blockbuster used to have in their entire single-copy foreign movie Independence Day refusnik kiosk (hidden behind the Snack and Grab), the top shelf of which barely came up to my belly button. When I wanted Gong Li, I had to show some butt crack.
I was always determined to stoop.
If the EFF really wants to take a bite of Orwellian ass, they should campaign relentlessly to have the phrase "identity theft" replaced by the phrase "credential theft".
FFS, no-one can steal my gosh-darned identity until they can call up any of my nearest and dearest family members and convince them that it is really me over the course of an hour-long phone conversation.
I'd count that as actual identity theft.
All we get for this careless throwing around of the phrase "identity theft" is taking the spotlight off how poorly designed and implemented many of these credential mechanisms really are. The big institutions ought to wear their own failures, rather than making their customers take the heat, in particular, the insane persistence of black marks even after one has conclusively demonstrated that the black mark was a bungle to begin with.
How this isn't covered under "slander" is scandalous.
The Australis link crashed my plugin-stuffed Mint 16 Firefox 28 shebang twice in a row. I got a good laugh. No problems recently, until this link.
Underling pulls some stupid shit. Boss gets word, but it's political suicide to divulge the mess. Voila! A conspiracy is born.
The man deserves it. He rocks. I've loved the precision of his engagement with fundamental assumptions since my first encounter with the Baker's algorithm.
My Writings is a good time killer. One of my favorite passages is this one:
They did a fair amount of work together, judging by all the other places her name appears.
I welcome the centenarian SAT, wherein the desiccated (if not decrepit) demonstrate that they retain the mental flexibility to allow necessary social change to redefine the terms of continued living.
The movement loses most of its gloss when retirement age gets bumped to 165. Under present conditions, the extremely gifted can amass enough wealth by the present retirement age to coast on equity for a long time.
This of course all changes once life extension begins to rock the boat. Living forever will, however, always remain highly appealing for the 1% of the 1% of the 1%.
Nice. What's different or unfamiliar is incorrect.
'cause on the first day God wrote a specification document, on the third day he coded madly, on the sixth day God ticked off the last box on the acceptance test plan, and then he sat back and cracked open a can of Galactic Suds.
It comes in galaxies? You bet.
s/heal/heel
Second time this morning. Bad fingers, bad.
I've attentively followed every stray tidbit to cross my radar about the shadow sector since the publication of The Puzzle Palace, about the peripheral ghosts of which my algebra professor had direct experience.
The gold box agencies can do traffic analysis at scale. They can model metadata at scale. They can't break every damn cipher at scale—neither can they employ the rubber hose password-getter at large scale (the Soviets managed to cover about 10% of their population with blue welts over a thirty year period, but ultimately this did no favours to their economy).
The best approach to scaling crackers is to leak key bits in the purportedly pseudo-random number nonce stream. This is the hardest tampering to identify from the outside of a black box. Even when the black box is reverse engineered and one discovers that random is far from uniformly random (with no stray key-space correlates), some idiot applies Hanlon's razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.
How about we agree to make a small exception for the industrial-scale tainting of purportedly random numbers, where discerning the difference between malice and stupidity achieves an elite level of algebraic epsilon? Oh, look, one digit in the source code for the random number generator has a wrong digit. Must have been a careless mistake—as if careless mistakes are a dime a dozen in the land where a poor man's nonce is a persistent agency's key-space collapsing back-channel.
The NSA does not randomly shoot holes in the protection of the American public. Worse than having no back door is having a back-door that somehow becomes shared with the wrong people. What they want is to inject a weakness that only they can exploit, even when their adversaries discover their handiwork.
Just off the top of my head, one way to achieve this is to require that exploiting the leak requires having the intercept history of the channel in hand since day one. The unfortunate flip side is that the specificity of these methods of single-party Achilles-heal exploitation becomes a smoking gun to the presence of a far-from-blind watch master. No ruse is totally perfect.
But you can always keep 90% of the population busy debating whether metadata has any value, such that any debate that makes any progress at all contains only those people who were already sophisticated cranks (recruitment/rubber-hose scale, to mention the carrot and stick). It all works out.
If scale matters, assigning a scant value to metadata can not be so much as trivially entertained by a thinking person. Pity we have so few.
s/basis rule/basic rule
That's a natural error, where my brain had the right word, and my speedy fingers went "close enough" as they often do when there's a hot, fresh, unfinished coffee on my desk they're trying to rush off and levitate.
Semantic interference often contributes. I think my brain went square dancing for a brief moment with the Peano postulates.
Have people stopped reading the last sentence of the typically summary altogether with the part of the brain that doesn't type?
On a not-so-tangential side note, it would be nice in the eagerly awaited Beta Redux to be able to click preview prior to furnishing the subject line, and actually get the preview to go along with the lecture. Just about every time this happens to me I want to paste "cat got your tongue" into the subject line until I've actually seen the damn preview I requested, at which point I'm far less than entirely motivated to go back and remove the shim.
It's like childhood. You ask a question. Someone corrects how you presented the question. The question itself never gets answered. If the question can't be properly understood, it needs to be addressed before diving off into an answer. If it's just a matter of persnicketty dress code, probably the answer needs to come first if you're raising a young scientist rather than a young bureauocrat.
However, one must make an exception to this basis rule in extreme cases of shifting the burden: when someone publishes something for thousands to read, and every damn reader has to read the final sentence three times because you've changed "The" into "He"—a hundred times worse than the natural error "he"—which is enough to turn us all into syntactic Cylons.
FFS whoever submitted that, get your mental back-light fixed.
Better to forget ten steps than crassly define them as unworthy of notice.
That's the best way to proceed. Ask the person who has recently suffered an extreme loss, who won't be paying for the decision with his own money. What could go wrong?
Humanity faces a five hundred million billon trillion dollar loss of income due to premature extinction of the species.
Your post is constructive right up to phrase "the last 15 years" which apparently justifies how little your network reveals to the surveilled about the actual extent of the surveillance, even to the point of having software installed that they know little to nothing about on their own equipment that could open back doors to the device when employed outside of the school network if by some extraordinary turn of events proves to be slightly less than 100% bullet proof in its coding, implementation, and deployment. Nothing ever goes wrong with WEP or SSL.
Would it damage the small little minds to know more about how this all became "bog standard" without so much as a public whimper? Probably. Does that mean your Slashdot post is filtered on your own school network? Probably.
In my world, forged SSL certificates should be clearly marked as such. There should even be a "forger identity" field and a "forger authority" field (containing the pertinent parental agreement UUID).
None of this would interfere whatsoever with your legal authority to protect your network or your success in achieving this protection. It would increase the awareness of the surveilled of what externalities they have actually taken on downstream of their agreement with you to allow you to do so.
The fact that you've been doing this for fifteen years already without any of this in place is a sad argument.
If this is the school's equipment so that the school absorbs it's own externalities of having badly-coded surveillance kits forcibly installed (I'm guessing the rock stars on that coding team were on the guaranteed forcible-installation side of the house) and the equipment is emblazoned with a giant warning "abandon privacy all ye who input here" there should still be a giant warning screen that comes up whenever a user tries to access a major financial institution (I'm told the government tracks the identities of these organizations) which warns the user "you are attempted to access a financial institution through a forged SSL root chain which is potentially a far leakier pipe than regular SSL, are you really sure you want to do this?"
So you're justified in doing what you do, but you're also so damn sneaky about doing it, that fires spring up in public opinion when the least of what goes on is exposed to public discussion.
No need to hammer the state of affairs in the daily consciousness so that these public fires don't flare up. Because fifteen years.
My bank has a security mechanism where they show a set of images unique to my account so that I can detect impostor sites that entice me to enter my credentials where they shouldn't go (the impostor site doesn't know the unique images associated with each banking account). There really should be a law against these security fingerprint images being conveyed through a forged-certificate SSL proxy no matter how legitimate the usage agreement. Once those images are scraped and laundered, one more safeguard we've be taught to trust is down the spiral tube.
If it's rational, necessary, and you're proud of it, do it out in the open as democracy conceptually demands, with plenty of loud warning signs where the externalities impose heightened risk.
Yes, this is what classical Greek rhetoric describes as a regressive mirage: the more you learn, the worse it gets, no matter how diseases you cure along the way.
Here's the amazing thing. Understanding tends to outpace effective intervention. Any snooker player can tell you which ball on the table he'd really like to move next. It's rarely the ball he's presently shooting at. In Genomics, we're talking 30,000 balls on the snooker table, and the snooker table is gravity golf in a twenty dimensional space. Even with your trillion dollar Laplacian pool cue, you're struggling to pull off exactly the shot you want.
When I was young and we were on a long trip and the moon was hanging there on the horizon, I always wanted to go faster, so we could see the other side.
Then I got a little bit older. Perhaps a month older. And I thought to myself, "you know, there are reasons why this is probably not going to happen the way I want it to".
Apparently, paranoid psychopathic trolls are tightly knit.
But no problem. It'll be +500 in another hour, +50,000 by tomorrow afternoon, and then wrap back around to zero, at which point he loses his quarter and his game is over.
FTFY.
Didn't you watch a single episode of The Dukes of Hazard growing up? The legitimate party is always the last to know, and by the time the penny drops they're one hell of a car ride away from interceding in the nick of time, bursting into the court room at the very moment the justice picks up the pen and says out loud to Boss Hogg and his henchmen in particular "these papers all seem to be in good order".