Соцреклама из Норвегии. Офигенно. (src)

А если серьезно, то обожаю N+1.

Even the most recent IPCC report, dire as it is, spells out solutions of a sort. There are ways to mitigate things, there are ways to fix them. Ban fossil fuels. Stop eating meat and dairy; according to an IPCC report from 2014, animal agriculture contributes at least as much to global greenhouse gas emissions as the combined exhaust of all the world’s vehicles.


What’s that you say? Too difficult? Can’t switch to an oil-free economy overnight? Okay, here’s something that’s effective, simple, and as convenient as a visit to the nearest outpatient clinic: stop breeding. Every child you squeeze out is a Godzilla-sized carbon bootprint stretching into the future—and after all, isn’t 7.6 billion of us enough? Are your genes really that special? If even half the men on the planet got vasectomies, I bet we could buy ourselves a century—and as an added bonus, child-free people not only tend to have higher disposable income than the sprogged, they’re also statistically happier.
#books сами знаете откуда

Clifford algebra community, круто
Звучит будто это сообщество помощи пострадавшим от нее

Красиво. Лучший подарок на нг от телеграма - популярость цитаты Арнольда

Это очень забавно. "никаких местных выбросов"

“The future is already here,” he has said. “It’s just not very evenly distributed.”

"“With each set of three books, I’ve commenced with a sort of deep reading of the fuckedness quotient of the day,” he explained. “I then have to adjust my fiction in relation to how fucked and how far out the present actually is.” He squinted through his glasses at the ceiling. “It isn’t an intellectual process, and it’s not prescient—it’s about what I can bring myself to believe.”

“Agency” is a sequel to Gibson’s previous novel, “The Peripheral,” from 2014, which is currently being adapted into a television show for Amazon, executive-produced by the creators of “Westworld.” In writing “The Peripheral,” he’d been able to bring himself to believe in the reality of an ongoing slow-motion apocalypse called “the jackpot.” A character describes the jackpot as “multicausal”—“more a climate than an event.” The world eases into it gradually, as all the bad things we worry about—rising oceans, crop failures, drug-resistant diseases, resource wars, and so on—happen, here and there, to varying degrees, over the better part of the twenty-first century, adding up to “androgenic, systemic, multiplex, seriously bad shit” that eventually kills eighty per cent of the human race. It’s a Gibsonian apocalypse: the end of the world is already here; it’s just not very evenly distributed. One character reacts to the jackpot equivocally: “Either depressing and scared the fuck out of me or sort of how I’d always figured things are?”

“I had real trouble coming to that,” Gibson said. “I couldn’t really think about it. I just had to get to the point where I could write it really quickly. Afterward, I looked at it and was just . . . It was the first time I’d admitted it to myself.”

After “The Peripheral,” he wasn’t expecting to have to revise the world’s F.Q. “Then I saw Trump coming down that escalator to announce his candidacy,” he said. “All of my scenario modules went ‘beep-beep-beep—super-fucked, super-fucked,’ like that. I told myself, Nah, it can’t happen. But then, when Britain voted yes on the Brexit referendum, I thought, Holy shit—if that could happen in the U.K., the U.S. could elect Trump. Then it happened, and I was basically paralyzed in the composition of the book. I wouldn’t call it writer’s block—that’s, like, a naturally occurring thing. This was something else.”

Gibson has a bemused, gentle, curious vibe. He is not a dystopian writer; he aims to see change in a flat, even light. “Every so often—and I bet a lot of people do this but don’t mention it—I have an experience unique in my life, of going, ‘This is so bad—could this possibly be real?’ ” he said, laughing. “Because it really looks very dire. If we were merely looking at the possible collapse of democracy in the United States of America—that’s pretty fucked. But if we’re looking at the collapse of democracy in the United States of America within the context of our failure to do anything that means shit about global warming over the next decade . . . I don’t know.” Perched, eagle-like, on his barstool, he swept his hand across the bar. “I’m, like, off the edge of the table.”"

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2019/12/16/how-william-gibson-keeps-his-science-fiction-real?subId1=xid:fr1576523451116jae

*взорал*
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Саккады мои саккады как интересно читать статьи с вами

Какие-то ребята научились использовать саккады для того, чтобы увеличивать виртуальную доступную облаcть в VR. Человек в виртуальной реальности идет вперед, но на самом деле он ходит кругами по небольшой комнате. При этом система умеет делать так, чтобы не было столкновений с предметами в комнате или другими людьми. .

Как они это делают: в момент временной слепоты они немного подкручивают/двигают всю VR сцену влево или вправо. Мозг не осознает изменения, но замечает их и человек немного сдвигает направление движения — поворачивает. То есть идет кругом, хотя ему кажется, что идет прямо.

Статья (английский) и видео. Впечатляюще.

Норвегия все ещё круто. За 2019 в столице ни одной (зарегистрированной?) смерти от дтп. А на пикче эволюция этого значения с 1975 (src)
Для сравнения, в Киеве за 2019 таких случаев 16 (src)