They can't get off the Metro at Smithsonian. They've been specifically warned (by some expert patriots from Maine) not to take the Orange Line or the Blue Line except in the safer areas of Northern Virginia. (I've read so many articles about this that I can't give you a cite--might have been Huffington Post...). The best they're going to be able to manage is the Red Line (authorized as safe) to either Metro Center or Farragut North. They're supposed to be safe on the Red line. They're to avoid the Green Line entirely. I can't remember what was said about the Yellow Line, but I think it's been marginalized. This is supposed to keep them safe, but it's gonna be a long old schlep down from Farragut North...
We managed to raise our own two boys before ADHD became such a fad. "Everybody" knew that kids developed at different rates, that little girls were more likely to settle down quickly than boys were, and that it would all even out by the time everybody left high school. There were all sorts of ancient platitudes that seemed to impart wisdom: "Boys will be boys" was certainly one. "Let 'em run ragged outdoors, and they'll settle down" was another one. We didn't hit our kids, but discipline was part of the whole thing, too, as in "Go sit in that chair until you're ready to apologize" for the smaller ones and liberal doses of jug (otherwise known as "being kept in after school") for the older ones. Teachers took quite a bit of pride in being able to handle their kids and to maintain an orderly, productive classroom.
I'm amazed by what I see in schools now, and I'm very troubled on behalf of kids who are being drugged when their only malady seems to be that they're rambunctious. It disturbs me that recess, that golden opportunity to run off a bit of energy, seems to be regarded as superfluous in many school systems. As with everything else, we'll be reaping the whirlwind in twenty years or so. I'm afraid the payoff on this one will be kids whose natural talents will be wasted because they haven't been allowed to be kids.
If anyone knows an alternative to Paypal that customers trust please let me know.
I don't think there is one, and it's something I've searched for. The other problem is that they've become a household name on the end-user side of things, and most buyers trust them, rightly or wrongly. It's rare to find a customer who refuses to use them. When you do find one, their story is usually pretty bloodcurdling.
I'd like to shuck them as well, but I don't see myself doing it for a long time. I set up a pretty good service (Propay) that enables me to take cards in person at shows and over the phone (and that doesn't cost me the $30-plus per month that "Paypal Virtual Terminal" soaks you for). But Propay wants hundreds for the api that would let me interface them to my shopping cart.
I'm laughing because years ago I had a friend who had an incredibly demanding life--raising a family, getting her master's degree, and teaching special education. They lived in Brooklyn, and she took refuge one afternoon in a local park to eat her lunch and prepare for her afternoon classes. A woman in hotpants, fishnet hose, and a pair of CFM pumps sat down on the bench next to her, took out her own lunch, and began to eat. At some point she looked at my friend's feet and said, "Honey, you're never gonna get anywhere wearing those ground-grippers."
There's a lot of truth in what you're saying about "kangaroo care" or skin-to-skin contact for newborns. It seems to be the norm just about everywhere but modern delivery rooms to place the newly arrived immediately in the mother's arms. And the average healthy newborn is a pretty hardy being, well able to cope (with help) with a lot of what's going on outside. I also know that some really stressed-out or very early preemies can't handle a lot of contact. It's too bad they can't somehow adapt the traditional, indigenous baby-carrying methods of the area to incorporate some of the additional protections offered by the backpack. As your other responder says, to handle "difficult hikes through difficult terrain...with all the bugs, plants, and pollen..."
There was a classic (but perhaps apocryphal) story running around a few months ago about officials at a hospice for the dying who decided it was inappropriate for the visiting chaplains (of various denominations, Christian and non-Christian) to refer to God when privately counseling their patients.
If it's a government-run institution that feels they can't sanction grace before meals, somebody could help the interested people gather privately and informally a few minutes beforehand to have their prayer before going in for their meal. Nobody's harmed, nobody's offended, no laws are violated. Of course that would require common sense and the ability to behave graciously and with civility and consideration. I'm betting it will never happen.
That may well be so, but last time I checked, Slashdot was published in English. I don't resemble the World Series at all, though I do confess to being nearsighted.
This is fascinating in light of the recent lawsuit filed and won in Louisiana on behalf of a group of teachers from the Philippines who were brought here to teach and virtually held hostage by the agency that recruited them. (They won their lawsuit a few days ago--can't recall the more recent source.) Their visas were held by the recruiter as they were squeezed for ever-increasing fees, forced to rent substandard housing at exorbitant rates, and otherwise abused.
It's especially fascinating to me that in these recessionary times when recent American college graduates can't find work, we have to import elementary and high school teachers and people with the most basic IT skills so that they can be held in indentured servitude and squeezed for more and more money. I guess human trafficking is no longer limited to unskilled workers.
Sorry, but if Baidu wants us to believe that their spiders behave lawfully, they should arrange to receive lawful communications regarding them. As for me, I'm enjoying the respite--since the spiders stopped when I terminated the communication.
Of course, you are right about the routing. But since giving in to my baser impulses and blacklisting the entire country on my one humble web server, I've had a remarkable decrease in my annoyance factor in terms of crap like port scans, login attempts, comment spam in the blogs, and even a respite from the damned Baidu spiders who won't observe anybody's robots.txt file. Along about the fall of last year, I began observing what looked like attempts at ddos attacks--all originating from China. None of them succeeded, but my annoyance levels grew by leaps and bounds. When they started in with the UDP port scans (which I confess baffle me), I'd had enough. Incidentally, if you try to contact Baidu to see about their injudicious crawling, your email will most likely be returned with a note that your email provider has been blacklisted in China. I don't know what I'll do with all the time I'm saving--take up a hobby, perhaps.
Go take a couple of courses for non-credit or "enrichment" at your local community college. Start a little bit behind where you think you are at the moment. It will air your brains out in a non-pressurized environment, give you some idea of what you need to be doing, and won't cost much. I did it years ago, about ten or twelve years after I finished college. It rebuilt my confidence, sharpened my skills after ten years of disuse, and was highly enjoyable in the bargain. The fees were very affordable. I never regretted it for a minute and considered it time well spent.
I think it's because they're medical devices, and the makers charge whatever the traffic will bear. Insurance pays for most people, after all. Ever look at the markup on a pair of plain old eyeglasses? Even with the preparation of lenses with your prescription, it's pretty terrible.
The suggestion: If you've been diagnosed as functionally deaf by a physician, and if you're in fact unemployed, why not nose around and see if there's a benefit available to you from your state? It's an assistive device, and there may be some sort of loan, grant, or other fundage available to you. That might be especially true if you're not going to be able to locate and keep a paying job without one. Look at vocational rehab stuff.
As somebody who (a) values privacy and finds government's invasion of it abhorrent; but (b) has seen some of the results of chronic animal abuse, I feel a bit like the proverbial Christian Scientist with an appendicitis attack.
From the animal-rescue point of view, the world is full of crazy and vicious people who cruise around "adopting" animals for subsequent abuse. This includes dogfighters looking for bait, people who produce crush films, hoarders, puppy mill operators, crazed cat ladies, people who practice killing and torture rituals, and even idiots who just want a fresh puppy every year or so. Most animal adoptions take place on a sort of honor system, the potential for abuse is huge, the actual amount of abuse going on is both shocking and sickening, and there simply isn't any money for any investigation or follow-up.
From the invasion of privacy standpoint, it should be observed that there are also plenty of animal-loving lunatics abroad in the land. That would be the folks who think that animal abusers should be tortured, castrated, deprived of their children, burned out of their homes, or otherwise "suitably" punished for their misdeeds. People exist who believe that the death penalty as it's administered here is too mild for animal abusers. Such a list in their hands would be downright dangerous.
There must be a way that law enforcement could share information regarding convicted abusers with licensed shelters and rescue groups without making such information readily and publicly available in a one-stop database.
Both of you are missing the point. Both Twitter and Facebook can be set up to confront you directly and say something along the lines of, "Kleetman is now following you/wants to be your friend. OK with you? (yep/nope)" That provides the opportunity to opt out (as it were) and the opportunity to do a bit of trivial checking-up if desired. The perception of being followed by a mysterious individual who roams the Intertubes assembling lists of women named "Anne" is just plain distasteful.
You don't even have to have an abusive ex-husband. I found I had acquired a follower with the unlikely name of "Kleetman Nissanka." Our buddy Kleetman seems to have assembled a collection of people to follow--all of whom are women, and all of whom have the same first name as mine. He may have found my public profile (which lists two websites, both business-related), but I certainly didn't give him permission to follow me. I have now cleansed Kleetman from my profile and re-disabled Buzz. I guess people at Google don't have to worry about stalkers, spammers, and other assorted gentry.
It's interesting to read this, as I've had some random and somewhat incomprehensible port scans coming from an IP address identified as one of theirs. If you're just an insignificant slob, you can't write to their abuse address, either; you'll get bounced. I simply blocked that particular IP address. Let them worry about who's gotten to them.
Sure the helicopter support might arrive in time and kill all the pirates, but at that point why not just kill the pirates from the boat int he first place?
This has been the key question all along, and unfortunately there's an answer to it. They won't arm the transports, or the crews of the transports, because they are more scared of what might happen if somebody gets mad, makes a mistake, or otherwise screws up, than they are of the pirates themselves. So the answer is, "Our insurance company won't let us do that..." Not a very satisfactory answer, but an answer nevertheless.
What with one thing and another, I've been having to remember passwords for at least twenty years--and the number has only increased. I use a rotating theme system. Every six weeks or every month or whatever security seems to dictate at the time, I pick a new theme. Successful themes have included: Old boyfriends, cars I have owned/want to own, ice cream flavors, species of birds, dog breeds, former phone numbers and zip codes, lines or words from a song, botanical names, astronomical names, book characters, etc. I then go through and change all my passwords so that they relate to the current theme--with appropriate injections of numbers and punctuation marks. If the passwords are somewhat interrelated, I seem much less likely to forget one. My method isn't foolproof, and I'm sure the security-minded could poke plenty of holes in it. But I've never had to write down a password, I seldom forget one, and I've yet to have one guessed. All I have to do is remember, "Oh. Right. It's 'A Tale of Two Cities' right now."
Yeah, well, if that's the case, I nominate you to travel back in time to fix all the science-fiction that's been written based on the "no-paradox" version. While you're there, please pay particular attention to the original Star Trek. Thank you.
You don't even have to confine yourself to scriptural references. Everybody's mythology is chock-full of references to "others"--titans or giants, elves, dwarves, fairies or Shining Folk, really beautiful people or really ugly ones, people with supernatural or "different" powers, people who forced humans to mate with them or were forced by humans. Everybody's folk tales, national epics, fairy tales, religious scriptures, myths and legends--they've all got these sorts of references. It's interesting just to speculate on where and how "we" (humanity collectively) came up with all this wonderful stuff. I've always thought at least some of it must have had to do with our Neanderthal connections--whatever those turn out to be.
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They can't get off the Metro at Smithsonian. They've been specifically warned (by some expert patriots from Maine) not to take the Orange Line or the Blue Line except in the safer areas of Northern Virginia. (I've read so many articles about this that I can't give you a cite--might have been Huffington Post...). The best they're going to be able to manage is the Red Line (authorized as safe) to either Metro Center or Farragut North. They're supposed to be safe on the Red line. They're to avoid the Green Line entirely. I can't remember what was said about the Yellow Line, but I think it's been marginalized. This is supposed to keep them safe, but it's gonna be a long old schlep down from Farragut North...
We managed to raise our own two boys before ADHD became such a fad. "Everybody" knew that kids developed at different rates, that little girls were more likely to settle down quickly than boys were, and that it would all even out by the time everybody left high school. There were all sorts of ancient platitudes that seemed to impart wisdom: "Boys will be boys" was certainly one. "Let 'em run ragged outdoors, and they'll settle down" was another one. We didn't hit our kids, but discipline was part of the whole thing, too, as in "Go sit in that chair until you're ready to apologize" for the smaller ones and liberal doses of jug (otherwise known as "being kept in after school") for the older ones. Teachers took quite a bit of pride in being able to handle their kids and to maintain an orderly, productive classroom.
I'm amazed by what I see in schools now, and I'm very troubled on behalf of kids who are being drugged when their only malady seems to be that they're rambunctious. It disturbs me that recess, that golden opportunity to run off a bit of energy, seems to be regarded as superfluous in many school systems. As with everything else, we'll be reaping the whirlwind in twenty years or so. I'm afraid the payoff on this one will be kids whose natural talents will be wasted because they haven't been allowed to be kids.
If anyone knows an alternative to Paypal that customers trust please let me know.
I don't think there is one, and it's something I've searched for. The other problem is that they've become a household name on the end-user side of things, and most buyers trust them, rightly or wrongly. It's rare to find a customer who refuses to use them. When you do find one, their story is usually pretty bloodcurdling.
I'd like to shuck them as well, but I don't see myself doing it for a long time. I set up a pretty good service (Propay) that enables me to take cards in person at shows and over the phone (and that doesn't cost me the $30-plus per month that "Paypal Virtual Terminal" soaks you for). But Propay wants hundreds for the api that would let me interface them to my shopping cart.
I'm laughing because years ago I had a friend who had an incredibly demanding life--raising a family, getting her master's degree, and teaching special education. They lived in Brooklyn, and she took refuge one afternoon in a local park to eat her lunch and prepare for her afternoon classes. A woman in hotpants, fishnet hose, and a pair of CFM pumps sat down on the bench next to her, took out her own lunch, and began to eat. At some point she looked at my friend's feet and said, "Honey, you're never gonna get anywhere wearing those ground-grippers."
There's a lot of truth in what you're saying about "kangaroo care" or skin-to-skin contact for newborns. It seems to be the norm just about everywhere but modern delivery rooms to place the newly arrived immediately in the mother's arms. And the average healthy newborn is a pretty hardy being, well able to cope (with help) with a lot of what's going on outside. I also know that some really stressed-out or very early preemies can't handle a lot of contact. It's too bad they can't somehow adapt the traditional, indigenous baby-carrying methods of the area to incorporate some of the additional protections offered by the backpack. As your other responder says, to handle "difficult hikes through difficult terrain...with all the bugs, plants, and pollen..."
There was a classic (but perhaps apocryphal) story running around a few months ago about officials at a hospice for the dying who decided it was inappropriate for the visiting chaplains (of various denominations, Christian and non-Christian) to refer to God when privately counseling their patients.
If it's a government-run institution that feels they can't sanction grace before meals, somebody could help the interested people gather privately and informally a few minutes beforehand to have their prayer before going in for their meal. Nobody's harmed, nobody's offended, no laws are violated. Of course that would require common sense and the ability to behave graciously and with civility and consideration. I'm betting it will never happen.
U.S. English is itself a variant. However, when in Rome, shoot Roman candles...
I'm going to ignore the rest of this ridiculous exchange and go out to enjoy the beautiful day.
That may well be so, but last time I checked, Slashdot was published in English. I don't resemble the World Series at all, though I do confess to being nearsighted.
Would you kindly look at a dictionary?
dike: an embankment for controlling or holding back the sea
dyke: disparaging term for a lesbian
New low in ignorance and carelessness for Slashdot.
This is fascinating in light of the recent lawsuit filed and won in Louisiana on behalf of a group of teachers from the Philippines who were brought here to teach and virtually held hostage by the agency that recruited them. (They won their lawsuit a few days ago--can't recall the more recent source.) Their visas were held by the recruiter as they were squeezed for ever-increasing fees, forced to rent substandard housing at exorbitant rates, and otherwise abused.
It's especially fascinating to me that in these recessionary times when recent American college graduates can't find work, we have to import elementary and high school teachers and people with the most basic IT skills so that they can be held in indentured servitude and squeezed for more and more money. I guess human trafficking is no longer limited to unskilled workers.
Sorry, but if Baidu wants us to believe that their spiders behave lawfully, they should arrange to receive lawful communications regarding them. As for me, I'm enjoying the respite--since the spiders stopped when I terminated the communication.
Of course, you are right about the routing. But since giving in to my baser impulses and blacklisting the entire country on my one humble web server, I've had a remarkable decrease in my annoyance factor in terms of crap like port scans, login attempts, comment spam in the blogs, and even a respite from the damned Baidu spiders who won't observe anybody's robots.txt file. Along about the fall of last year, I began observing what looked like attempts at ddos attacks--all originating from China. None of them succeeded, but my annoyance levels grew by leaps and bounds. When they started in with the UDP port scans (which I confess baffle me), I'd had enough. Incidentally, if you try to contact Baidu to see about their injudicious crawling, your email will most likely be returned with a note that your email provider has been blacklisted in China. I don't know what I'll do with all the time I'm saving--take up a hobby, perhaps.
Go take a couple of courses for non-credit or "enrichment" at your local community college. Start a little bit behind where you think you are at the moment. It will air your brains out in a non-pressurized environment, give you some idea of what you need to be doing, and won't cost much. I did it years ago, about ten or twelve years after I finished college. It rebuilt my confidence, sharpened my skills after ten years of disuse, and was highly enjoyable in the bargain. The fees were very affordable. I never regretted it for a minute and considered it time well spent.
I think it's because they're medical devices, and the makers charge whatever the traffic will bear. Insurance pays for most people, after all. Ever look at the markup on a pair of plain old eyeglasses? Even with the preparation of lenses with your prescription, it's pretty terrible.
The suggestion: If you've been diagnosed as functionally deaf by a physician, and if you're in fact unemployed, why not nose around and see if there's a benefit available to you from your state? It's an assistive device, and there may be some sort of loan, grant, or other fundage available to you. That might be especially true if you're not going to be able to locate and keep a paying job without one. Look at vocational rehab stuff.
As somebody who (a) values privacy and finds government's invasion of it abhorrent; but (b) has seen some of the results of chronic animal abuse, I feel a bit like the proverbial Christian Scientist with an appendicitis attack.
From the animal-rescue point of view, the world is full of crazy and vicious people who cruise around "adopting" animals for subsequent abuse. This includes dogfighters looking for bait, people who produce crush films, hoarders, puppy mill operators, crazed cat ladies, people who practice killing and torture rituals, and even idiots who just want a fresh puppy every year or so. Most animal adoptions take place on a sort of honor system, the potential for abuse is huge, the actual amount of abuse going on is both shocking and sickening, and there simply isn't any money for any investigation or follow-up.
From the invasion of privacy standpoint, it should be observed that there are also plenty of animal-loving lunatics abroad in the land. That would be the folks who think that animal abusers should be tortured, castrated, deprived of their children, burned out of their homes, or otherwise "suitably" punished for their misdeeds. People exist who believe that the death penalty as it's administered here is too mild for animal abusers. Such a list in their hands would be downright dangerous.
There must be a way that law enforcement could share information regarding convicted abusers with licensed shelters and rescue groups without making such information readily and publicly available in a one-stop database.
Sigh.
Both of you are missing the point. Both Twitter and Facebook can be set up to confront you directly and say something along the lines of, "Kleetman is now following you/wants to be your friend. OK with you? (yep/nope)" That provides the opportunity to opt out (as it were) and the opportunity to do a bit of trivial checking-up if desired. The perception of being followed by a mysterious individual who roams the Intertubes assembling lists of women named "Anne" is just plain distasteful.
You don't even have to have an abusive ex-husband. I found I had acquired a follower with the unlikely name of "Kleetman Nissanka." Our buddy Kleetman seems to have assembled a collection of people to follow--all of whom are women, and all of whom have the same first name as mine. He may have found my public profile (which lists two websites, both business-related), but I certainly didn't give him permission to follow me. I have now cleansed Kleetman from my profile and re-disabled Buzz. I guess people at Google don't have to worry about stalkers, spammers, and other assorted gentry.
Wish I had some mod points. What you say makes a lot of sense.
It's interesting to read this, as I've had some random and somewhat incomprehensible port scans coming from an IP address identified as one of theirs. If you're just an insignificant slob, you can't write to their abuse address, either; you'll get bounced. I simply blocked that particular IP address. Let them worry about who's gotten to them.
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They had people in Haiti when the quake struck, and some were actually missing for a while. They have at least ten ongoing projects there.
Sure the helicopter support might arrive in time and kill all the pirates, but at that point why not just kill the pirates from the boat int he first place?
This has been the key question all along, and unfortunately there's an answer to it. They won't arm the transports, or the crews of the transports, because they are more scared of what might happen if somebody gets mad, makes a mistake, or otherwise screws up, than they are of the pirates themselves. So the answer is, "Our insurance company won't let us do that..." Not a very satisfactory answer, but an answer nevertheless.
What with one thing and another, I've been having to remember passwords for at least twenty years--and the number has only increased. I use a rotating theme system. Every six weeks or every month or whatever security seems to dictate at the time, I pick a new theme. Successful themes have included: Old boyfriends, cars I have owned/want to own, ice cream flavors, species of birds, dog breeds, former phone numbers and zip codes, lines or words from a song, botanical names, astronomical names, book characters, etc. I then go through and change all my passwords so that they relate to the current theme--with appropriate injections of numbers and punctuation marks. If the passwords are somewhat interrelated, I seem much less likely to forget one. My method isn't foolproof, and I'm sure the security-minded could poke plenty of holes in it. But I've never had to write down a password, I seldom forget one, and I've yet to have one guessed. All I have to do is remember, "Oh. Right. It's 'A Tale of Two Cities' right now."
Yeah, well, if that's the case, I nominate you to travel back in time to fix all the science-fiction that's been written based on the "no-paradox" version. While you're there, please pay particular attention to the original Star Trek. Thank you.
Well, you're semi-correct. The pink light is actually yellow or amber. We call it pink because pink is almost red.
You don't even have to confine yourself to scriptural references. Everybody's mythology is chock-full of references to "others"--titans or giants, elves, dwarves, fairies or Shining Folk, really beautiful people or really ugly ones, people with supernatural or "different" powers, people who forced humans to mate with them or were forced by humans. Everybody's folk tales, national epics, fairy tales, religious scriptures, myths and legends--they've all got these sorts of references. It's interesting just to speculate on where and how "we" (humanity collectively) came up with all this wonderful stuff. I've always thought at least some of it must have had to do with our Neanderthal connections--whatever those turn out to be.