La-de-freaking-duh. Dinosaur DNA is more than three orders of magnitude older than neanderthal. A totally different probelm of acquisition and re-sequencing.
Read The Science of Jurassic Park: And the Lost World Or, How to Build a Dinosaur
by Rob Desalle, David Lindley. Excellent breakdown of the tasks involved. Two bucks on Amazon.
vs computers in your nose tomorrow. This stuff is a great substitute for romance. Promises and thrills, followed by qualifications, followed by overcomplexification, folowed by some jerkoff in a corvette figuring a way to keep it out of your hands. The possibilities are exciting just like eight track and Betamax (and those are just a couple of media examples.) The real future is in the unexpected.
Well, no. You can objectively measure how non-stnadrd behavior is measured (size of mental hospitals, euthanasia, etc.)
You distcinction between pain and anvil is specious. My statement equates them.
With that tool, the reader is left to sort out the meaning for him/her/its self (with appropriate sophistric grunts and self righteous moans.)
My cultural Anthro mentor, Dr. Jim Kelly used to say "You can measure how advanced a culture is by how it treats its deviants. Putting the Cheyenne a couple of millenia ahead of the good ole U S of A."
Mr. Spock: "Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations."
No Diversity = No Adaptability = Extinction
Probably well deserved. Pain is the anvil on which life is forged. Accept it, or find an alternative.
Herr Van Alstyne needs to watch Chinatown.
Grandiosities like his get hammered flat on the anvil of the internet as do the promises of everything from a super phallus to a renovated political systems dissipating like fog in the morning sun.
"It's OK, Jake, it's Chinatown."
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La-de-freaking-duh. Dinosaur DNA is more than three orders of magnitude older than neanderthal. A totally different probelm of acquisition and re-sequencing.
Read The Science of Jurassic Park: And the Lost World Or, How to Build a Dinosaur by Rob Desalle, David Lindley. Excellent breakdown of the tasks involved. Two bucks on Amazon.
vs computers in your nose tomorrow. This stuff is a great substitute for romance. Promises and thrills, followed by qualifications, followed by overcomplexification, folowed by some jerkoff in a corvette figuring a way to keep it out of your hands. The possibilities are exciting just like eight track and Betamax (and those are just a couple of media examples.) The real future is in the unexpected.
Yeah, but it invites a shitload of redundancy.
"I'm telling you Indie, the damned Nazi's are working on sme kind of Super Bomb.
My ex wants a vibrator in hers.
Cell phone, that is.
ASCII no questions, I'll tell you no lies.
Well, no. You can objectively measure how non-stnadrd behavior is measured (size of mental hospitals, euthanasia, etc.) You distcinction between pain and anvil is specious. My statement equates them. With that tool, the reader is left to sort out the meaning for him/her/its self (with appropriate sophistric grunts and self righteous moans.)
Mr. Spock: "Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations."
No Diversity = No Adaptability = Extinction
Probably well deserved. Pain is the anvil on which life is forged. Accept it, or find an alternative.
Self-abuse is a God-given right. Damn the hairy palms and blindness, full (or fool) speed ahead.
Or is this another fusillade in the eternal IBM vs M$ war? As far as Big Blue is concerned, Linux is just cannon fodder.
Bill Murray singing "Flame Wars, they called them Flame Wars, tra-la-la-la."
Shouldn't that be "Hall of Flame"?
"Server found alive after being mercilessly buried by slasdotters."
Couldn't agree more. Just complaining about the mechanism used to realize the capitalist (wet) "dream."
I call those "info-grenades." Room for ambiguity, misinterpretation, exposure of ignorance and bias. I do love to get the pot boiling.
Antecdote and tantrum dictates the law of the land.
when they used to do the predictions with an envelope in their hand turban on their heads... Oh, wait..
OK, that's it, you go on my friends list. Imagine a Beowulf cluster of those mothers....
The second I hit return, I knew that was coming. Thanks for restoring my faith in nature, human and otherwise.
Hell just go to your bartender or shrink. Or mom, and get it for free. I'll give you mine at a deep discount.
I really wish I had thought of that. I defer to your very notable literacy.
My point exactly
All the malware sceeching to an ignoble stop in the Great Greeen Northwest.
Herr Van Alstyne needs to watch Chinatown. Grandiosities like his get hammered flat on the anvil of the internet as do the promises of everything from a super phallus to a renovated political systems dissipating like fog in the morning sun. "It's OK, Jake, it's Chinatown."
True, until they come up with one for Meterology.