The NSA will announce that they've helped to capture those responsible for the recent Target debacle in an attempt to bolster their image.
I'm not ignorant. I'm just paying attention. It's like the character Hari Seldon's observations in Asimov's Foundation series. You start noticing problems with the little things -- a burned out light here or there; a pothole that never gets repaired; road signs that get knocked down and are not replaced; etc, etc. Individually, they don't amount to much, but they are indicative of poor planning, bad management, and indifference.
I don't know why we Americans would even bother discussing the issue. We're never going to get back to the moon, manned or robotically. While China and India are sending spacecraft there, our government can't even build a working website, and our finest minds are squandered on ways to get people to click links. We'll be lucky if we can keep the bridges standing, the roads open, the water clean, and the electricity flowing by mid-century.
That's a good point. I remember building a model of the YF-17 (the forerunner of the F-18) when I was in junior high... in 1975... almost 40 years ago. However much lipstick you put on the pig, you can't get around the fact that it is a pretty old design.
I see that a lot of the comments suggest lengthening the yellows and the pause before green (one even suggested I pull my head out of my ass). The problem is that they have done that where I live and people STILL are coming through the red light, even when the green has been on for a couple of seconds. The only way to avoid an accident in my city is to wait a couple of seconds after getting the green, to make sure all the jackasses are through running the light, before entering the intersection.
That's one of the better suggestions I've heard. Like the flashing walk sign that lets pedestrians know they need to get on through the intersection or not enter at all. Expensive to implement, but it might work.
I am reminded of a conversation I had with my daughter when she was about four. We were driving around and came to a stoplight. "What does red mean?" I asked her. "Stop", she replied. "And what does green mean?" I said. "GO!" she yelled. "And what does yellow mean?" She thought for a minute, and said, "Go real fast?"
This gave me some insight into the driving habits of her mother.
I know that red light cameras have sometimes been abused, but what are we supposed to do about the pandemic of red-light-running?
You're saying you have a right to run red lights? And law enforcement should not be able to identify you in your vehicle? Really?
The NSA has become the Ministry of Truth.
I don't understand why so many people suggest getting earplugs. I've tried your suggestion, and it doesn't work. Earplugs do not cancel out all noise. You would still be able to hear someone next to you on their phone. And if you were able to cancel out all the noise, then what you would hear is the sound of your own breathing and possibly your heartbeat. This will actually drive you crazy after a while.
Then how were the people on Flight 93 able to use their cell phones? Not trying to be a smart ass, I'm just asking.
Not very PC, but I agree. Really, their little ears don't handle the pressure changes well, and they are easily startled by loud noises. Taking an infant on a flight is a form of abuse, in my book.
"I'm capable of making a quiet and non-annoying call in a public area."
Everyone who makes annoying calls in public thinks their calls are not annoying.
This joke showed up in my inbox, from a friend:
After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in his seat and closed his eyes.
As the train rolled out of the station, a woman sitting next to him pulled out her cell phone.
She started talking in a loud voice: "Hi sweetheart. It's Sue. I'm on the train". "Yes, I know it's the six thirty and not the four thirty, but I had a long meeting". "No, honey, not with that Kevin from the accounting office. It was with the boss". "No sweetheart, you're the only one in my life". "Yes, I'm sure, cross my heart!"
Fifteen minutes later, she was still talking loudly. When the man sitting next to her had enough, he leaned over and said into the phone, "Sue, hang up the phone and come back to bed."
Sue doesn't use her cell phone so much in public any longer.
It might work on a plane too.
"Metadata". I don't think that word means what you think it means.