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So, a large city, and within that city, nine thousand sold-out stadiums, where attendants hold tickets to the prescription opioid show, and at least one doctor from this list is on stage.

Unfortunately, we don't have volume per claim, which is probably sensitive and confidential patient information on some level.

  EDIT: HN's patented "*hug of death*" is killing this site already...

  Please sign in to see what 
  the internet knows about 
  you.

It doesn't really impress me when I approach the internet and introduce myself by name. Of course the internet is going to remember me, if I permit my cookies and request parameters and IP address linger.

Much more interesting is when the internet makes my identity without my having volunteered anything.

Oh well.

  We

  slapping a LAMP stack on it then creating a web interface

Food security is important, and a robot that can selectively clip and gouge weeds can do the same to both critical food and cash crops too.

Furthermore, simple competition, big corporate espionage and personal differences can still affect small organic growers as well. Human factors are real, and novelty is good but it doesn't cure quite everything.

Some of this depends on geography, and local terrain features. Lake effect precipitation or thermal activity against natural rock faces and outcroppings, which can change with tectonic activity. A silver lining is that new areas become eligible for rain forests, but only across geologic time scales. Not like next decade.

Desertification, on the other hand, progresses sometimes within a generation.

Mass death tends to move faster than flourishing growth, since growth explosions are rare outside of viral growth, algae blooms and invasive species (or biblical plagues like locusts) which tend to be bad things. Asian carp and huge jellyfish are neat, but humans dislike them, despite being generally successful amid new conditions or otherwise invasive.

What else to say instead?

  The bill would order the Defense Department to establish the 
  new corps by January 2019. It would be a distinct military 
  service within the Department of the Air Force, in much the 
  same way the Marine Corps operates as a service within the 
  Department of the Navy. The Secretary of the Air Force would 
  oversee both the Air Force and the Space Corps, but the new 
  chief of staff of the Space Corps would be a new four-position, 
  co-equal with the chief of staff of the Air Force. DoD would 
  have to deliver reports to Congress in both March and August 
  of next year on the details of how it plans to set up the new 
  service.

Up Next: How to use fMRI images of fish brains to determine sentience.

It'd be expensive, but New York is already expensive. Would such a project consume more concrete than other dams?

Unless the shockwave's shape (distorting coarseness of the wave front to soften the impact of sound waves; think: tweaking the volume knob to fade-in/fade-out a noise floor with gradual easing, rather than slamming a door as hard as you can) or size (how much air gets pushed around, overall) is altered by how a moving body breaks the sound barrier, a sonic boom will still be loud, and reach just as far.

When you crack a whip, the sound is just as loud, no matter how much energy your arm expends making the motion.

It's not an inaccessible scenario, but unlikely to be anything other than a forced outcome for someone like the author. For those in mind, who actually face the true reality, it's usually accidental.

The waters around this company are so murky, that it's less a question of whether the company operates an unregulated extrajudicial campaign against public awareness of their wares and activity, but rather, what's their spend on it, and how deep do they go?

Food security is frighteningly politicized, to the point of bald militarization (see: Canada's maple syrup). Almost nothing would surprise me.

  Prof Jim Vaupel, a specialist in ageing 
  at the Max Planck Institute for Demographic 
  Research in Germany [is outraged at the idea 
  that statistics might be used to infer clues
  regarding commonplace realities about the 
  natural world as it exists, based on typical
  observations of everyday circumstance.]

Just because we come across a rocky outcropping, doesn't mean it can't be climbed, just as much as it may mean it can't be easily climbed.

This looks like a hard problem, which very likely means that if one gets "old" before it starts to look like an easy problem, it may come true that one might be rendered unrescuable or pass away altogether before life-extending therapies can improve a person's life span.

  nor is there a combination of bad 
  choices that could conceivably put 
  me in their position from my starting 
  point.

It's not a short-cut by any means, if that's what you had in mind.

  And then I never played baseball again.

  baseball's unwritten rules.

The real rule is that if someone else doesn't know the rules, their entire team flies into a blinding rage, and ostracizes them without explaining the reason for the rule.

And then I never played baseball again.

Later on, maybe by 2010, I had noticed that as my aversion to blackberry vibrations emerged, and I avoided my work-related cellphone more and more, I got really good at ballparking the time to within a margin of maybe two minutes, give or take.

Basically by now, somehow, I'm able to glance at a known clock with an accurate reading (or with a known offset to the accurate time), catch the time once, and usually remain pretty accurate for the next handful of hours, until I get stuck in a sufficiently distracting situation that demands concentration. Up until that point, I try to guess the time to the minute before looking, then look, and often, I'm right on.

I don't have any special method beyond that though. It's just a gut feeling I've accidentally developed. I think it started when I disabled rings and vibrations for email alerts and I'd (with an amount of dread) try to guestimate how many emails would drop before the next time I checked my phone, and the minutes since my last look.

I think the next level up, beyond this skill is memorizing relevant time zones and major cities in each, but I haven't been pushed into caring about something like that quite yet.

For as long as I can remember, the same thing has been said about the surface of the moon, which is the primary fuel for hoax narratives.

With all the buzz about high-resolution arrays being cobbled together from current-generation megapixel digital cameras, I'd love to see someone pull this off. It'd be pretty cool to know that for a budget of maybe tens of thousands of dollars, and some software skills, it'd be within the reach of hobbyists to snap some legit photos of the original moon landing artifacts as they exist.

Radio Shack, as a job, was/is a step above fast food, and a step below clothing, in terms of status. If Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons wasn't selling comic books, he'd be a Radio Shack employee (if you were lucky). The people attracted to that job were not serious sales people, and the things they were made to sell were mostly undesirable, or worse incomprehensible without expertise. The store was filled with trash items that sold at christmas and broke by valentines day. All of this, right next to certain niche and high-end items that rarely moved.

Because Radio Shack sold a lot of cheapskate wares, everything bought from Radio Shack felt like a gamble (as the store's very name should suggest). The revolving sales associates had distractions about battery sizes mixed in with thousand dollar sales, so if there was commission to be had, they were still forced to swat flies.

Radio Shack was usually a hole in the wall. 900 square feet would probably be a large-ish Radio Shack. Without zones or departments, every Radio Shack employee was always selling everything, which means they were pulled in every direction, and their motivation landed somewhere in between selling fuzzy slippers that sing Jingle Bells in electronic chirps, and selling sub-par desktop competitors to Gateway 2000, without fully understanding or caring about the difference between an Intel 386 and an Intel 486DX.

Because Radio Shack was a high school summer job at best, or a 9 to 5 career move at worst, it's interesting that they lasted decades longer than maybe most people would have expected.

https://cdn.theatlantic.com/assets/media/img/posts/2014/03/a...

While concentrated hydrofluoric acid is well-known as a nightmare mode poison, it's still scary to see a toothpaste icon make the same list as the rest. Chalk it up to industrial accidents though, which is certainly a reasonable argument against municipal flouridation.

Bags like these are loaded into the potable water supply as part of a routine program:

https://organicolivia.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Screen-...

It seems like a pretty low-tech operation, and trivial errors involving accidental concentration foul-ups (maybe two bags of mix in the water supply, instead of one) probably fly under the radar, and the dynamic changes during a hot summer when everyone's using more ice cubes and drinking more iced tea. Decades later bones are more brittle and everyone's senile.

Meanwhile, growing up, I think I must have inhaled kilograms of toluene vapor, given all the airplane model kits I built.

I avoid dry cleaning simply because it costs too much, takes too long, and those sorts of expensive clothes just feel generally wasteful.

Mercury is probably the most threatening item on the list, given that I enjoy lots of seafood, but I feel guilty enough already, given the rampant destruction of the oceans my appetite contributes to.

Pesticides and other persistent bioaccumulative toxins, I pretty much feel powerless to control, and so I try not to think about them.

It's amazing my brain works at all.

Do non-growing adults (30+ years old) enjoy greater benefits than small children who have faster metabolisms and growth spurts ahead of them?

My inutition says that even if the concept still fits well with growing children, that their cycles are different, and closer together in frequency. Maybe they don't eat more calories, but eating several times a day might possibly tie into cycles of blood serum nutrient levels properly based of weight and activity.

But you'd always want the biometric verification last, since it provides a powerful clue about who can authenticate all the other layers of security on a mobile device.

Don't secure your phone with biometrics in Norway.

It's foundational writing pointing toward more to come, if it's anything.

A read-through on some paperwork, a couple of curt refusals, double check to confirm and get clarification, maybe a phone call or two, and call it a day.