Saturday, May 17, 2014
Saturday, May 03, 2014
A dumb gun is not a smart gun
- Integrated tiltmeter/ compass/ gps system that shows you (on a map), where rounds are expected to fall when the gun is pointed into the air.
- Breathalayzer interlocks.
- Hunting and firearm regulation and helpful hints relevant to your GPS position.
- High precision integrated camera/gunsight that records a pic every shot, automatically scores targets based on image analysis, uses image recognition to identify targets.
- Digital map record of hunting sites, game seen, missed, taken, time spent.
- Programmable trigger lockouts from image recognition to block unwanted targets, such as:
- -children.
- -birds and beasts not in season.
- -cops.
- -unsafe elevation (see above).
- -people who have turned their back/ are retreating.
- -recognized “do not shoot” faces.
- -and any other targets where the shooter wants an extra layer of protection against accidents.
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Monday, March 31, 2014
Shakespeare’s other tragedies
I was still young when I first lost you
I knot my tongue- And the nightmare starts
I’m standing there
In the throne room with other heirs.
You begot
Me, bred me, loved me;
Honor, obey, yes I most loved you
But that’s all, little did I know
That truth would be my dower, my land digested
And my daddy said Burgundy or France it is
I refused the glib and oily art,
Begging you please don’t go. No, I said
Goneril, take my castle and we’re all done
Don’t scheme with Regan, put me on the run
Lear is the king and I’ll be the heiress
My love is earnest, daddy will say yes.
So my sisters can’t stand to see you
Disquantity your crown retinue.
Sumpter and slave,
Walk the moors for a little while.
But I still have France, spies and speculation
And daddy said stay away from British Isles
But they were everything to me
I was begging him please to war. And I said
Goneril, take my castle and we’re all done
Don’t scheme with Regan, put me on the run
Lear is the king and I’ll be the heiress
My love is earnest, daddy will say yes.
Goneril has my castle but we’re not done
Regan’s a coward, my French will never run
France is the king and I am his princess
My love is earnest, baby just fight best.
Oh Oh
Daddy, do you know me?
I’m no spirit, I’m still far and wide.
I do not mock thee
If France wins I will take you inside. Except…
Goneril took my castle and I’m all done
She schemed with Regan, put France on the run
Lear is in prison and I’m going in next
My love is earnest, daddy can’t fix this.
Butterflies gilded
Singing like birds in a cage
Wipe thine eyes; the good-years will devour your
Sisters’ young beauty, ere they make us weep; We’ll
See ‘em all starve we’re… together at last.
Oh oh
Oh oh
I may die young but I will die true.
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Friday, March 14, 2014
Editors ask the wrong questions
Attached is a screen pic from the summary sheet of a review I did for an academic journal a while back. Note the phrasing of the middle question, and how the poor wording on the summary sheet required an out-of-the-box answer.
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Mount Tsukuba
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014
The crap app
As civilizations haul themselves out of traditional pre-industrial lifestyles, and into the modern world, they, collectively or individually, need to choose what to modernize and what to keep traditional. That's fine, and I respect that. And as an old manual typewriter, chemical film, rotary dial phone fossil, I realize that these things strike many young people of today as being as old fashioned as vacuum tubes, or crank-start engines. And of course of the the great drivers of mechanization and automation is convenience. But still, despite knowing these things intellectually, I still have my get-off-my-lawn moments. So I gotta say. Asia, you're amazing, and I love my phone and computer chips and clothes and everything else that you make. And even though I don't like remote controls, I appreciate that others find them handy. But seriously guys, You don't need them for everything. And this one strikes me as just a little bit asinine.
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Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
I grew up and went to college in America, and most of my friends are still there. My friend Julie, however, headed off across the Atlantic not long after graduating, about the time I first went to Australia. We have both been mostly overseas since. Having crossed opposite oceans, we've only caught up in person three times since then, in three different countries, but we try to keep up electronically, in part through our blogs. Hers is much better than mine- so go read that if you're bored here- and for a while she had a theme if bizarre "Do not X" signs pulled off the various mass transit systems of Europe.
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Monday, March 03, 2014
The first rule of microanalysis
Don’t run out of atoms.
Figure 1. The protagonist in this figure has insufficient iron atoms for his proposed procedure.
How many atoms do you have?
How many atoms could we possibly need?
Insufficient atoms available.
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