Welcome to the military industrial complex bud. That blood isnt just on your employer's hands, it's on yours too. There's a reason anybody with a soul who gets into defense contracting eventually turns to either alcoholism or activism.
Edit: re-read this and it came off a bit hostile, which wasn't my intention. For reference I'm somebody who has burned through millions of dollars of air force r&d budget in my career, had some realizations about what the MIC actually is and what it actually does, had a complete mental breakdown doing nothing but pot and therapy for a year, and now I'm trying to convince immigration lawyers in my area to hire me as a paralegal on my handful of hard science degrees and my experience making radar fail. If you think it might be helpful to chat with somebody a few years further along on realizing that they did evil for their employer and coping with that/trying to make a change, my dms are open
What a load of shit that they file the case as "people of NY against luigi." It's not the fucking people that have a problem with him, it's the parasites desperately running from the guillotine of consequences.
I love seeing this kind of post. Comments are half "lol funny meme" and the other half are people almost having a ptsd reaction as they (correctly) grill people about loto. I'll add my 2c; safety protocol is written in blood. Those rules exist because somebody in the past died horribly and people implemented procedures to prevent that from happening again. Ignoring safety protocol is ensuring that the next ones will be written in your blood.
The occasional bike/car zooming through the streets and the associated noise are still alleviated by the fan. White noise works because it makes your brain "turn down the volume" on the sensory pathway between your ears and your brain (Gain control is a much better comparison if youre familiar with it, but I went with the volume one because its more accessible). The car/bike might even be loud enough to hear over the fan, but you should hear it less/be less bothered by it because your brain already set your ears' volume on low to tune out the fan. There are white noise apps you can get on your phone if you want to try it for free; an app playing fan sounds through my phone speaker is the only way I manage to sleep when I'm traveling
Get yourself a standing fan. You specifically want the gnarliest, loudest, most industrial looking fan you can find. The idea is that the fan in your room is loud/close enough to drown out most other sounds, but since it's constant noise with no information your brain will fade it to background processing and you'll effectively stop hearing it. The only downside is that this requires a bit of willingness to learn how to take apart and fix a fan; if the oscillation starts to precess it ruins the white noise and the fan needs to be cleaned or sometimes the blades rebalanced. I really like "Blizzard" brand fans for being cheap plastic pieces of shit that are easy to take apart to clean/fix and are loud as fuck.
Barbarian has the most slur energy of any word I'll type out in it's entirety. The romaboo fascination with racism that gets a pass because because the targets of said racism don't exist anymore low key disgusts me. Low key because as far as I can tell nobody is actually harmed by it anymore, but it's used in the same contexts and with the same energy as I heard the term "sand n*" tossed around when I worked for the air force and it makes my skin crawl in exactly the same way.
I used to maintain an excel database along with an ecosystem of internal engineering tools in excel/vba. I worked in a vault, and one day I asked my isso if I could get python on some of the machines in my lab. A full 1.5 years later they got back to me that some security office was finally ready to consider my request and sent me a bunch of paperwork to fill out to justify why I needed python. And separate copies for each individual library I wanted to come with it. Needless to say I went on continuing to maintain my excel database and toolkit
YouTube. Straight up. When I learned to code my yt search history was a million different versions of "how to
<do thing>
in python" for months. I also really liked the "Computational methods for physics" textbook (you can find the pdf for free on cambridge website), but that book is written for an audience that knows near graduate math but starts praying if their advisor asks them to write a program
Ooh. Is there any chance this post comes in response to the corndogs and doritos post that had people's panties in a twist a few days ago? Not for any important reason, just nosy and looking for some tea
Rule of thumb; if the job asks you to pay a dime for anything before you've gotten your first paycheck, it's a scam. Even if they ask you to buy something and they'll pay you back
That might be the stupidest thought terminating cliché ive ever heard. The virtue of the tool absolutely does matter. I'm not out here trying to metaphorically mine iron with a pickaxe when we have metaphorical excavators available, and no amount of expertise will allow somebody to be more efficient with the pickaxe than any random novice with an excavator.
Old people and technology man. My advisor during my masters was an absolutely brilliant woman; she's one of the people who has been basically defining the field of data science since the early 90s. The first time I ever published with her, I sent my first draft and her response was "can you convert this to docx? I don't know how to work with tex." I still think she's one of the most brilliant people I've ever known but damn did it hurt to work on Microsoft word documents with her
I wonder what the optimal packing of 17 hexagons looks like