As protesters last night in Portland got ugly one of the incidents involved a green laser pointer and a news helicopter.
It got me wondering- for the sake of the safety of cameramen and pilots, is it time for an upgrade from the venerable old "eye in the sky" to more modern drone tech?
Well, if you've succumbed to the Office 365 rental model and can thus load spreadsheets off of a onedrive view anyway.
I present, May 7th, 2020 Coronavirus Counties in Oregon with population density information attached. https://onedrive.live.com/view.aspx?resid=2A1ED1E3CF60A906!6024&id=documents
Ok, with SARS-COV-2 or COVID-19 or whatever we're calling it today shutting down the world, I may have some time for some other projects.
With Radio Shack Dead and Fry's sucked up into the UFO graveyard in the sky, where does the discerning geek go to find small electronic parts these days? I assume online someplace.....
I rarely write in my journal, but when I do, it's to ask an incredibly geeky question about either computer programming or science fiction. Today, it's science fiction.
While considering questions about the constitutionality of executive officers ordering quarantines, a vague memory comes to mind of a science fiction story I once read. Can anybody tell me author/series/title from this description?
The planet of LostRoses has a very small human population made primarily of tree farmer/miners who mine diamonds from a certain species of tree- the diamonds are in the nut meat of the seeds of the tree. These crystal roses are in high demand across the quadrant. The planet is a total democracy, except for one quirk in the constitution: In time of emergency, the population gathers in the local bar, and elects somebody God- essentially giving them dictatorship powers for the length of the emergency.
It's virtually a death sentence. Out of 6 emergencies, 5 times God was lynched as soon as the emergency was over. But for the duration of the emergency that person has the sole duty to *solve the problem*.
It seems to me I might have read it back in the 1980s in either Asimov or Astounding, or it might have been a book....I do remember the story I read, God was a female paraplegic whose sole joy in life was hang gliding- and negotiations took place when she took the head of the invading army hang gliding, and that at the end of the story, she became the first person to survive being God due to the treaty she had negotiated.
I can't seem to get google sync to log in this morning, nor my gmail account. It's fine on my phone, but not on the computer.
I have a blog elsewhere, I don't need this journal like I used to. I'm not even sure I'm still a subscriber or not.
But Drinkypoo mentioned there was a bug that was preventing him from posting in his journal, and if it is fixed, you will see this.
I hate HR
High functioning autism is kind of like being a human being, but being asked to take a Turing Test every single day and always failing to be human enough to pass.
A priest in Pakistan is trying to use crowdfunding to build an orphanage by Christmas.
For some reason I don't understand, Facebook has already labeled this adventure as being "Against Community Standards"
Just finished my 30th high school reunion, and realized....I haven't seen anybody in the slashdot journals in like forever.
Now true, the advertising on this site (when viewed without adblock) has become horrible- with that quarter-of-your-screen banner advert at the top- but I used to use you guys for tech sounding boards.
I don't remember the last time I did that.
The biggest difference between time and space is that you can't reuse time. -- Merrick Furst
