This is an outrage! China should stop abusing and slaughtering animals in full view, and do it behind closed doors, like they do in civilised contries like ours. 
That said, I must say I like cat fur, but only when it's sitting on my lap and purring loudly. Which it is doing right now. And in a while, I'll feed her some delicious pet food. Pork, to be exact, from a pig that no doubt led a short, miserable life before it was mercifully butchered.
That said, I must say I like cat fur, but only when it's sitting on my lap and purring loudly. Which it is doing right now. And in a while, I'll feed her some delicious pet food. Pork, to be exact, from a pig that no doubt led a short, miserable life before it was mercifully butchered.
It isn't shown automatically, but pressing F7 will show it. (Or from the menu: File -> Panes -> Driving line.) Press F7 again to hide it.
It could be red, if the Earth was rotating fast (like, 1000 rpm, roughly). Then the thread would be pulled outward by centrifugal forces. But the person holding the thread would also be pulled outward, so you'd have to nail his feet to the floor. Hum.
However, Earth's rotation being boringly slow, the blue thread will be the correct answer.
More or less the same thing happened to me back in January. My employer knew I wasn't happy with my current position. (I had informed if there were other, better-fitting positions inside the company; there weren't.) So when the stock exchanges plummeted, I was the No. 1 Candidate for Redundancy.
Shortly after I got the announcement from my manager, I found a new job that's much much better. (I like to think that the mental relief of being freed from my old, depressing job gave me the energy to write a good job application.)
Sometimes good things do happen.
Then you haven't experienced it either, so your claims to its being extraordinary have no grounds.
I do have a hunch, tho: adrenaline rush. Anyone can experience it by bungee-jumping or by taking a rollercoaster ride. Your senses tell you that your life is in danger, adrenaline kicks in and puts your body&mind into overdrive. Aftwards, everything else seems shallow. It's just chemistry.
BTW, they did not "journey to the beyond". Their bones were crushed, their bodies were smashed, their skin was burnt. They suffered pain. They died and left widows and orphans behind.
I won't deny that it takes extraordinary skill to drive these machines, but why did you not honour Fangio, Moss, Stewart, and others who were masters at their art AND were lucky enough to survive?
I don't understand tributes like these. I can understand it when people honour firemen or soldiers who died - they took big risks so that others might survive and live a better life. But a racer's death? It's tragic, sure. But what did they die for? Why did they take the risk? For the glory of winning? Or simply because they were addicted to the adrenaline rush? In either case, the reason is "selfish", and I can't see anything honourable in it.
It's not the same. Death is part of life, but the way people die is no reason for commemoration. I like to remember my grandparents for the good people they were and the deeds they did, not for the slow and agonizing diseases they died of.
No! A racer's death is not inevitable. It's an unnecessary death. It's reason to get angry because the constructors made unsafe cars and got away with it. Angry because for many decades people closed their eyes to the insane risks.
A tribute to these deaths is an attempt to make them "right". THAT's closing your eyes.
It's not the same. Death is part of life, but the way people die is no reason for commemoration. I like to remember my grandparents for the good people they were and the deeds they did, not for the slow and agonizing diseases they died of.
No! A racer's death is not inevitable. It's an unnecessary death. It's reason to get angry because the constructors made unsafe cars and got away with it. Angry because for many decades people closed their eyes to the insane risks.
A tribute to these deaths is an attempt to make them "right". THAT's closing your eyes.
The cursor/crosshair in LRA also enables you to see the transitions, I think.
If you take a look at my race stats on LFSW you'll see why I'm reluctant to spend a lot of time rewriting LRA. But it's open source, anyone can have a go at improving the program.
No, not really. The RAF file only contains one temperature per wheel, and judging from the values it's something like the core temperature of the tyre, perhaps of the air inside it. It's an integer value, so you see very little variation in it during a lap. I can't see much use for it in analysing, but since it's in the file I figured I should display it somewhere. The detailed temp info that you find inside LFS is absent from the RAF file.
That would require a rewrite of a large part of LRA. On the plus side, LRA's approach allows you to plot more than 2 laps in the same graph (unlike Motec, IIRC), so it's easier to compare several laps.
Yup. It's one value for the whole car, and it's more like a drifting angle or so.
I have been thinking about a real slip angle, but could not find a way to calculate it from the RAF data.
No, just basic buoyancy and the laws of physics.
If it was the hand of God, then that same hand killed -- or couldn't be bothered to rescue -- the girl's mother, along with lots of other folks. The crash left hundreds of people mourning. Your deity has a weird concept of benevolence, mister.
Reading your posts I'm inclined to agree.
Funny, the only occasion when people call themselves average is when they're venting their opinion.
What the intended use of weapons is, is beside the point. The gun-control debate is about the consequences when a weapon is NOT used as intended: when the owner loses his cool, goes completely crazy, or when the weapon falls into someone else's hands.
LOL. They don't seem to realise that this quote only weakens their case.
If that 50-years old proof is still scientifically solid, then the whole climate discussion would have been moot, including Monckton's work. And if the proof is wrong, then quoting an old and incorrect result is plain lunacy.
Looks like they've heaped up all the anti-GW evidence they could find, without checking if that evidence is internally consistent.
Kudos, you're the first in this thread to admit our skewed views on animals. If the victim had been less cute and/or better-tasting, nobody would bother (except PETA, and they'd be laughed at).
Give that boy a job in a slaughterhouse, and everything will be fine.
It may help if you call them and threaten to cancel your subscription. Often, they will offer existing customers a better deal for a renewed contract, to avoid losing them to the competition.
Explanation found!
From what I've seen, it works if you leak your horror stories to consumer organisations or newspapers. Telling your friends that Virgin sucks* doesn't impress them, but telling the papers does.
*: Takumi, don't you dare!
It starts with a misconception. Evolution is a solid scientific theory. It's not something you can choose to believe or not.
Perhaps not, but it does mean they choose to ignore solid scientific evidence, in favour of wishful thinking and/or childhood imprinting. Understandable (from a psychological point of view), but not very smart.
Evolution is about the development of life on Earth, starting from the first bacteria. It has nothing to say about the origins of the universe.
Being Christian does not necessarily mean you reject evolution. Ken Miller, the biologist who defended evolution in the Kitzmiller v. Dover lawsuit, is a Catholic.
There have been great minds who believed in the literal truth of Genesis, but these have become very scarce in the last 50 years, when the evidence for evolution became compelling (especially since the discovery of DNA).
For me, that merely proves that we should take IQ tests with a grain of salt. If the IQ tests really measure intelligence, then an average teenager of today could become a star at Cambridge, if he could time-travel back to 1930. With an IQ of 180, he'd equal Wittgenstein, Russell and Turing... But I expect he'd fail miserably at the entrance exams.
AFAIK the money is not a compensation for the copyrighted stuff that you download. It is meant to pay for an agency whose task it is to find the pirates. However, at 20 quid per user this agency would have several 100 million pounds to burn. Per year. Seems like an awful lot to hire a handful of detectives...
A man comes home from work and gives his wife a beautiful bunch of flowers. Unfortunately, the wife is in a really bad mood. She yells: "Oh, great! What do you expect me to do now? Adore you? Lie down on my back and spread my legs?!?"
The man, astonished, replies: "What? You mean we don't have a vase?"
The man, astonished, replies: "What? You mean we don't have a vase?"
Finally! A politician who keeps his election promises!! 
Indeed. Just as subjective as the arguments in favour of tattoos.
It invalidates itself in the sense that your skin is a blank slate until you take your first tattoo. It's the same kind of irony as "This space intentionally left blank".
Well...
- They hurt a lot and cost a lot when they are set.
- Same when they are removed. And they still leave scars.
- The wearer himself often can't see them very well, and sometimes not at all.
- The "meaningfulness" of the statement tends to wear off. The tattoo itself doesn't.
- They're fashionable now. You'll probably be ashamed of them when tattoos go out of fashion.
Ah, a tatto that invalidates itself by being placed.
It's got a nice logical twist, I'll admit.I doubt it. If at age 20 I had written down 10 statements that were deep and meaningful to me, then at age 40 I would have discarded at least 5 of them as naive or hollow.
Most lyrics tend to wear off quickly, but not this one:
Do Re Mi - Man Overboard
I try not to stand too close to myself
I try not to listen to the things I say
They say there's no such thing as self-abuse
But you wonder how I can be trusted
If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted
Oh, pity about you
Oh, pity about me
Mostly pity about her
Every time she comes inside
You had to run
You had to run
You wish that crush would go away
You're not the only one!
Squinting at broad daylight
Drumming up a conversation
Parson's brass is pealing / appealing
Drumming up a congregation
Hands reaching for a glass of water
Dry socks and razor rash
Your shoes under my bed
Dandruff, doona, cigarette ash
I've tried to play it open-handed
I've tried to make a fist of this
Even when the questions are candid
My arrows miss
I've heard about your fragile ego
Your shield, your sword
What am I expected to do?
Shout Man Overboard?
Come around when I'm asleep
Roll around, try to wake me
That's all right, you've got to go now
Words overtake me
Your pubic hairs are on my pillow
Your stubble rings the sink
Your words under my skin
Your table manners stink
I meddle with the things I love
You wallow in a swamp of trivia
In a vase with insincere I-love-yous
Next door's camelias
I'm sick and tired of this position
Hatched underneath your arm
A crutch under stress
Your rudder when it's calm
I'm bored staring at the ceiling
While you point out my flaws
I've watched the wallpaper peeling
From slamming doors
You talk about penis envy
Your friends applaud
What am I expected to do?
Shout Man Overboard?
Come across to other girls
Look around and start a rumour
Jealous wife scenes raise a smile a parties
Like anal humour
Are you addicted to attention?
Do you do it for effect?
Your wit out of control, misunderstood and hen-pecked
Do Re Mi - Man Overboard
I try not to stand too close to myself
I try not to listen to the things I say
They say there's no such thing as self-abuse
But you wonder how I can be trusted
If I'm finely tuned or well adjusted
Oh, pity about you
Oh, pity about me
Mostly pity about her
Every time she comes inside
You had to run
You had to run
You wish that crush would go away
You're not the only one!
Squinting at broad daylight
Drumming up a conversation
Parson's brass is pealing / appealing
Drumming up a congregation
Hands reaching for a glass of water
Dry socks and razor rash
Your shoes under my bed
Dandruff, doona, cigarette ash
I've tried to play it open-handed
I've tried to make a fist of this
Even when the questions are candid
My arrows miss
I've heard about your fragile ego
Your shield, your sword
What am I expected to do?
Shout Man Overboard?
Come around when I'm asleep
Roll around, try to wake me
That's all right, you've got to go now
Words overtake me
Your pubic hairs are on my pillow
Your stubble rings the sink
Your words under my skin
Your table manners stink
I meddle with the things I love
You wallow in a swamp of trivia
In a vase with insincere I-love-yous
Next door's camelias
I'm sick and tired of this position
Hatched underneath your arm
A crutch under stress
Your rudder when it's calm
I'm bored staring at the ceiling
While you point out my flaws
I've watched the wallpaper peeling
From slamming doors
You talk about penis envy
Your friends applaud
What am I expected to do?
Shout Man Overboard?
Come across to other girls
Look around and start a rumour
Jealous wife scenes raise a smile a parties
Like anal humour
Are you addicted to attention?
Do you do it for effect?
Your wit out of control, misunderstood and hen-pecked
It sounds like your mum is still at war with your dad, trying to "win" the divorce, and you have become the battlefield. So everything that might indicate that you're leaning towards your dad's side upsets her.
I don't know any solution for that, TBH. Moving out might be the best option.
Fixed that for you.
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