Aussie reporting in. I can’t recall the last cafe that I went to that did not have avocado on toast, in some form, on the menu.
Aussie reporting in. I can’t recall the last cafe that I went to that did not have avocado on toast, in some form, on the menu.
Do you have one? I’ve seen them used, and I think they’ve got a lot of potential. If I could use handwriting recognition to work with my Workflowy notes and edit markdown shut up and take my money. However a quick look at the Toltec stuff tells me it’s mainly terminals, kernel managers and Doom. Am I missing something?
I don’t know if I would consider Voyager to be ‘dead’ if it stops transmitting.
If I put a message in a bottle, with a blinky light on it, then throw it into the ocean, the message is still there even if the blinky light goes out.
Almost 24 hours and no one has commented on MMDDYY? I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed.
At least they aren’t trying to use Powerpoint for computation…
It probably makes sense to them. I’m sure they’re looking at your git workflow wondering how you function!
I’ve got the R3, love it.
What always gets me when I see paper like this, is just how much manpower, engineering time, experimentation, materials science, and just sheer concerted effort went into making paper this fucking thin and useless.
640KB of memory is enough for anybody.
Looking at that, I reckon it’s easier just to pay for all the streaming services.
At this point, it’s easier to just pay for all of the streaming services.
Have a look at the Bananapi options, especially the R3. (Or the R2, it’s a bit more mature)
It’s a very capable single board computer with onboard managed switch, including SFP cages. If you want, you can buy antennas and utilise the wifi 6, or get a dedicated access point.
PFsense, openwrt, et al all have images. I think some people also run the mikrotik OS on it. It’s powerful enough to run as a hypervisor so you can chop and change between all of these if you want.
It gets bonus points for accepting 5G modems for failover.
Without knowing the setup, it’s all guesswork- But if I had to guess, the program the robot ran through would be a series of movements that results in a box that is this size and this shape in this position being moved perfectly well to this particular spot.
Humans are not that size, that shape, or in that position.
I’ve not worked industrial in Asia, but where I have worked there has been stringent protocols around locking out machinery that has the potential to kill. For someone to enter a hazardous area, they have to remove any potential source of energy (eg, disconnecting power to motors, draining hydraulic pressure, lowering suspended loads, etc) and use a lock that only they have access to to prevent that energy returning. I’m guessing that this incident either did not have that procedure in place, or it was in place but not followed correctly.
You have to remember that the clocks change. How is that different to having to remember things start at 8 now?
And then daylight savings rolls around and if you happen to be on shift you work an extra hour for free.
It’s not so much about the audience perspective as it is the layout of the building. Just like backstage is the area behind the stage, other areas like behind the bar, or the storage areas, green rooms, offices, tech rooms, weird tunnels full of mysterious cables, etc are all collectively ‘back of house’.
Like when you go to a big box store and they see if they’ve got something ‘out the back’, the back of house areas are those generally not seen by the public. The term front of house likely evolved as the opposite of this.
In theater it’s sometimes called the ‘Bio Box’. However, in theatre it is often tucked away right up the top, and is called 'The Gods '.
The region was defined by constant conflict and instability before Britain and France were even a twinkle in a Celtic eye.
Depending on where the breaker is relative to the UPS, of course.
I’ve paid anywhere from five bucks to get Madge at the corner shop to smear some vaguely avocado looking goop onto burnt white bread, to twenty bucks for gobs of perfectly ripe avo on artisanal sourdough with lemon myrtle dressing, garnished with some kind of deep fried flower and a bit of grass on top to look pretty.