parasubcutaneor

I have never, ever sent a JavaScript file to a person capable of reading JavaScript, who actually wanted or needed a JavaScript file sent to them via email. No one has ever requested such a thing from me.

That is something that has never happened to me.

Without having tried Kotlin myself, is it in any way compable to Groovy?

Are there any benefits or tradeoffs, based on what you might know about Groovy?

At some point, I had considered the idea that after the invention of the atomic bomb, the cabal of scientists surrounding its discovery were asked to obfuscate further advancements, and seclude practical findings behind classified restrictions.

Many of the scienctists of that post war era were hounded mercilessly for decades ever after, throughout the cold war.

If one were to try and obfuscate a scientific field, and introduce enough confusion such that whirlpools of disagreement ensnare the casual hobbyist, how would that take shape?

Within the context of post 9/11 torture, one might wonder about the actual goal of such torture programs.

I've never been entirely clear about the information being searched for among supposed terrorists. Operating without state sponsors, terrorist cells are pretty threadbare, and don't have many valuable secrets. The secrets they might have are limited in use, and have a short shelf life.

Then we read in the article:

  Here we have no direct data - after all,
  there have never been controlled torture 
  trials that we know of...

Given that the government has a monopoly on violence, maybe the entire goal all along was to conduct exactly this research as a non-survival experiment in humans, under an opportunistic pretense such that the subjects being expended would be considered despicable enough to waste on such exploration?

Maybe doing so would fill in such knowlege gaps, and provide answers in the only way possible.

Not even. Chome's session isolation is only per each of the two browsing modes.

A punctilious notion to be sure.

I deeply enjoy these sorts of distinctions in decorum, and the undercurrents of what it all must imply. It's all this subliminal signaling that tunes the pitch of an atmosphere to cultivate ideas.

Consider the duality of U.S. Marines, contrasting dress blues against combat BDU's. Or any military subculture for that matter.

Snappy dressers are trying to send a message about the money they burn on dry cleaning, and how early they get up to look sharp for their morning cup of coffee. How new their razor is, how orderly their coiffure seems. They have the time for this sort of thing, and they might have the time to waste on you ...if you're lucky.

And then there's nerd signaling. The next twelve hours to be spent scanning text, perched atop a swivel chair in comfortable clothes. Waking up possibly before before noon, because yesterday's dose of caffeine and inspiration carried through until 4:30 AM, when someone got their head bitten off in a forum by some cranky sleep-deprived rage about abuse of notation.

Meanwhile, in a court room, lives are irrevocably altered. People being hauled before a judge, to have their lives taken away from them, because they were born under a bad sign. There can't be any flippant hairstyles among the insiders of such a system. The whole point of showing up is to impress upon outsiders that a stone faced institution housed within a forrest of doric columns shall weigh and adjucate a decision. Clear voices in respectable, classic outfits must deliver verbal pronoucements with the reverb of a cavern older than the dawn of humankind. Janitors have mopped blood off these floors. This isn't some cluttered bedroom filled with the detritus of decades old junk.

Takes all kinds.