Decided on a whim to fix up an old car from the 80s. I was able to tear it down to the frame and reassemble it with not much more than a set of imperial wrenches. That’s a bit of an oversimplification but not much. And while there was a lot that could go wrong there was nothing that was a black box where you could get to a point where if something was wrong you would throw up your hands and say, “Oh, well. Guess this is garbage now!” Different time, I guess.
The long story here is that they made the bed they’re laying in. Treating Trump as a serious leader, either out of fear or greed, instead of protecting the integrity of journalism and, by extension, democracy has led us here.
But which of my 300 “few minute chores” do I start with?
Aside from coding assistants, the other use case I’ve come across recently is sentiment analysis of large datasets from free text survey responses. Just started exploring it so not sure how well it works yet, but the ridiculous amount of bias I see introduced in manual reviews is just awful. A machine can potentially be less inclined to try fitting summaries to the VP’s presupposed opinion than some lackie interns or self serving consultancy.
There was another thread recently about what happened in your life that made you no longer feel like a child. I think for me one of those things was realizing that the price of things has very little to do at all with the cost of creating that thing.
I have become that cliche where I genuinely look forward to getting socks under the tree on Christmas morning.
I’m a grown ass man who can at any point in any day decide to get in my automobile and go to any store and buy a mountain of socks, or order a pallet of socks to be drop-shipped to the door of my grown up house on a whim.
But I prefer to suffer holy toes and see through heels in anticipation of starting fresh on Christmas morn.
When I realized this in my soul, I was no longer a child.
I keep my car’s gas tank half full, at least, at all times. Any disaster in my region (except something cataclysmic) I think I’d be able to get far enough away from to protect our lives.
Had a gas can inexplicably catch fire in my yard but close enough to the house to scorch and melt siding. Was able to put it out on the third attempt just before the fire dept showed up. I now have a variety of sizes and types of fire extinguishing apparatus around my house.
Invest in fire safety. Lives are at stake.
Sincerely, thanks for being willing to provide a thoughtful response.
Amazing. May I ask what region of the world you’re describing?
It isn’t the calls per se, though I’m not a fan of sales calls. It is the number spoofing that drives me nuts. I’m not an expert but I’ve got to believe allowing scammers to appear as valid phone numbers on caller id has got to be a solvable problem. Even just an indication that the call is coming from a VoIP relay and not my kid’s school’s landline has to be possible, no?
What’s the logic on the rainy day thing?
Excuse me. I have to go take care of something.
Always has been.
Teaches girls to be entrepreneurs so they can grow up and sell Tupperware or Pampered Chef or whatever bullshit is getting hocked about these days.
How dare you besmirch the good name of zip disks! There was a good 18 month period in the nineties where they filled a valid use case in the gap between floppy disks and the widespread instantiation of WAN solutions for moving and storing data.
Not going to spend a second trying to find the answer, but I wonder if the odds-makers are distinguishing between who wins the election and who is the next leader of the United States. Because those may be different things.