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In , Grace Jones , a model whose aspirations to become a singer had thus far come to nothing, bar a few flop singles in Europe, was introduced to Tom Moulton, the brilliant, visionary disco producer who, in the preceding three years, had invented both the remix — by reworking and extending soul records for the dancefloor — and, inadvertently, the inch single, when his mastering engineer ran out of 7-inch blanks on which to test-press a forthcoming single by The Trammps.

I knew all the ins and outs of the music business, and everybody was always telling me the downsides of producing. Doing mixes, I just worked with a tape. Let your manager suck up to you, if you want someone to suck up to you. Grace had a real problem with her voice. She sounded like Bela Lugosi: You been watching horror movies? At first, I thought, if she had the talent to match the determination, she could. But hey, she took singing lessons twice a week and she pushed herself, and I give her a lot of credit for that.

She can sing, she really can. And there was just something about her. I wanted to make records that sounded big, like New York, with all the razzle-dazzle and the bright lights and the glitter, the cabs going by, everything moving fast, the excitement.

And I have a tendency to always try and bring out the emotion of something: I will find that and bring it to the surface, so that people can relate to it. I think of it as songs, emotional songs that you can dance to. And they said she wanted to be a singer, so for the first album, I picked songs that would upgrade her a little bit: La Vie en Rose was one of my favourite tracks — a dance track without drums.

I gave a copy of the tape to a DJ friend of mine and what does he do? He goes and makes an acetate of it. And the place where they cut the acetate, they kept a copy, so it leaked out: Joe Blow could walk in off the street and get it. Anyway, when it came to making the album, Grace said: I have a bad taste in my mouth from that song. But she said she liked the sensuality of the track, so I said: The first album, Portfolio, was very successful [four of its singles reached the US dance top 10], so when the second album, Fame, came around, we did Autumn Leaves, because people seemed to love that sound so much.

I was looking for songs that she could relate to, that captured her aggressiveness, you know: I had Grace in mind when I wrote the lyrics. You know, that was the impression I always got of Grace: During the sessions for Fame at Sigma Sound in Philadelphia, she started acting like a star.

She was being very temperamental, and I said to her: No way in hell was that going to happen. So they went and booked time for the next week, and everything was fine. We never mentioned it again. I used to say: And guess who pays for that? But it was a lot of fun working with her.

We had a lot of fun making those albums. I saw her play live one time at the Roxy, she had this dress on with shoulders that looked like they were eight feet wide, and a huge hat. The management are going: Can I keep the microphone as a souvenir? It was then you realised how much people loved her: I mean, they were like her slaves, just looking at her all goo-goo eyed.

And when you saw how much they loved her, you know that you can get away with a lot more than you thought you could, production-wise. Miss Jones, you know: Pop and rock Experimental music Disco Dance music features. Order by newest oldest recommendations. Show 25 25 50 All. Threads collapsed expanded unthreaded. Loading comments… Trouble loading?

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On the other hand, Social Security data seems to indicate both a 2-century long decline in the popularity of the top ten names and also a convergence of top-ten name rarity; from Andrew Gelman:. Pop culture is known to have a very strong influence on baby names cf. The counter-arguments to The Long Tail marketing theory say that pop culture is becoming ever more monolithic and hit-driven. The fewer hits, and the more mega-hits, the more we could expect a few names to spike and drive down the rate of other names.

The effect on a rare name can be incredible even from relatively small hits the song in question was only a Top Kayleigh became a particularly popular name in the United Kingdom following the release of a song by the British rock group Marillion. Much of the above appears to be pretty common knowledge among people interested in baby names and onomastics in general; for example, a Washington Post editorial by Laura Wattenberg, Are our unique baby names that unique?

They are bad in several ways, and modern glyphs are little better. For example, v and w, or m and n. People confuse them all the time, both in reading and in writing. Even though they share relatively few pixels, they are still identical under rotation, and we can see that.

We could confuse them if we were reading upside down, or at an angle, or just confuse them period. OK, so we now have a set of unique and dissimilar glyphs that are unambiguous about their orientation. Well, we might want them to be easy to write as well as read.

How do we define easy to write? We could have a complicated physiological model about what strokes can easily follow what movements and so on, but we will cop out and say: Rather than unwritable pixels in a grid, our primitives will be little geometric primitives. The fewer the primitives and the closer to integers or common fractions the positioning of said primitives, the simpler and the better. We throw all these rules in, add a random starting population or better yet a population modeled after the existing alphabet, and begin our genetic algorithm.

What 26 glyphs will we get? Dehaene describes some fascinating and convincing evidence for the first kind of innateness. In one of the most interesting chapters, he argues that the shapes we use to make written letters mirror the shapes that primates use to recognize objects.

After all, I could use any arbitrary squiggle to encode the sound at the start of Tree instead of a T. But actually the shapes of written symbols are strikingly similar across many languages.

It turns out that T shapes are important to monkeys, too. When a monkey sees a T shape in the world, it is very likely to indicate the edge of an object - something the monkey can grab and maybe even eat. A particular area of its brain pays special attention to those important shapes.

Human brains use the same area to process letters. Dehaene makes a compelling case that these brain areas have been recycled for reading. We did not invent most of our letter shapes, he writes. They lay dormant in our brains for millions of years, and were merely rediscovered when our species invented writing and the alphabet. But who is to say that a butterfly could not dream of a man?

You are not the butterfly to say so! Better to ask what manner of beast could dream of a man dreaming a butterfly, and a butterfly dreaming a man.

This is a reasonable objection. But it is rarely proffered by people really familiar with IQ, who also rarely respond to it. I believe they have an intuitive understanding that IQ is a percentile ranking , not an absolute measurement. IQ is ordinal, not cardinal. It is plausible that the 20 points separating and represents far more cognitive power and ability than that separating and , or and Similarly it should make us wonder how much absolute ability is being measured at the upper ranges when we reflect that, while normal relatively low adult IQs are stable over years, they are unstable in the short-term and test results can vary dramatically even if there is no distorting factors like emotional disturbance or varying caffeine consumption.

And if retarded kids are closer to Einstein that the smartest non-human animal, that indicates human intelligence is very narrow , and that there is a vast spectrum of stupidity stretching below us all the way down to viruses which only learn through evolution.

Current IQ tests are designed for, tested against, and normed on fine distinctions among humans. It is very hard to test animal intelligence because of differing incentives and sensory systems, but if one deals with those problems, there ought to be some general intelligence of prediction and problem solving; the approach I favor is AIXI-style IQ tests.

A gap like 20 points looks very impressive from our narrow compressed human perspective, but it reflects very little absolute difference; to a sheep, other sheep are each distinctive.

In Big O computer terms, we might say that geniuses are a constant factor faster than their dimmer brethren, but not asymptotically faster. The practical impact of a few factors out of thousands may be minimal, and explain the findings without denying the existence of such differences. Consider the plight of an upload - a human mind running on a computer rather than a brain. It has the advantage of all digital data: An upload could well be immortal. But an upload is also very fragile. It needs storage at every instance of its existence, and it needs power for every second of thought.

But backups are a double-edged sword for uploads. But for an upload? If an enemy got a copy of its full backups, the upload has essentially been kidnapped. The negative consequences of a leak are severe. But the more copies, the more risk one copy will be misused. Suppose one encrypts the copies?

Suppose one uses a one-time pad , since one worries that an encrypted copy which is bullet-proof today may be copied and saved for centuries until the encryption has been broken, and is perfectly certain the backups are secure. Now one has 2 problems: If the future upload is missing either one, nothing works. The first and most obvious level is physical security. Most systems are highly vulnerable to attackers who have physical access; desktop computers are trivially hacked, and DRM is universally a failure.

Any backup ought to be as inaccessible as possible. How about hard drives in orbit? How about orbit not around the Earth, but around the Solar System? Say, past the orbit of Pluto?

That offers an enormous volume: But once it sends a message back to Earth, its location has been given away - the Doppler effect will yield its velocity and the message gives its location at a particular time. A restore would require more than 2 messages. The device could self-destruct after sending off its encrypted payload.

But that is very wasteful. We want the orbit to change unpredictably after each broadcast. If we imagine that at each moment the device chooses between firing a thruster to go left or right , then we could imagine the orbit as being a message encrypted with a one-time pad - a one-time pad, remember, being a string of random bits. The message is the original orbit; the one-time pad is a string of random bits shared by Earth and the device. Given the original orbit, and knowing when and how many messages have been sent by the device, Earth can compute what the new orbit is and where the device will be in the future.

The next step up is a symmetric cipher: A public-key system would be better: Now the device can randomly choose where to go and tell Earth its choice so Earth knows where to aim its receivers and transmitters next.

Many thoughts occurred to me towards the end, when the novelty of the Heian era began to wear off and I could be more critical. It is also remarkable how tired they all feel; in Genji , poetry has lost its magic and has simply become another stereotyped form of communication, as codified as a letter to the editor or small talk.

The gender dynamics are remarkable. I forget whether Genji sexually molests her before the pro forma marriage. This may be a matter of non-relativistic moral appraisal, but I get the impression that in matters of sexual fidelity, rape, and children, Heian-era morals were not much different from my own, which makes the general immunity all the more remarkable.

This is the shining Genji? The double-standards are countless. The power dynamics are equally remarkable. Essentially every speaking character is nobility, low or high, or Buddhist clergy and very likely nobility anyway. The characters spend next to no time on work like running the country, despite many main characters ranking high in the hierarchy and holding minister-level ranks; the Emperor in particular does nothing except party. All the households spend money like mad, and just expect their land-holdings to send in the cash.

It is a signal of their poverty that the Uji household ever even mentions how less money is coming from their lands than used to.

The medicinal practices are utterly horrifying. They seem to consist, one and all, of the following algorithm: One freethinker suggests that a sick woman eat more food.

The ending is so abrupt, and so clearly unfinished; many chapters have been spent on the 3 daughters of the Uji householder, 2 are disposed of, and the last one has just been discovered in her nunnery by 1 of the 2 protagonists and the other protagonist suspects.

The arc is not over until the would-be nun has been confronted, yet the book ends. Given that Murasaki Shikibu was writing an episodic entertainment for her court friends, and the overall lack of plot, I agree with Seidensticker that the abrupt mid-sentence ending is due either to Shikibu dying or abandoning her tale - not to any sort of deliberate plan. One could mark the outside and measure fractions that way. But the sand would inevitably start to mix, and then you just have a minute timer with grey sand.

Perhaps some sort of plastic sheet separating them? But it would get messed up when it passes through the funnel. Then, perhaps the black sand could be magnetically charged positively, and the white sand negatively? But magnetism attracts unlike.

Perhaps we could charge just black negative, and put positive magnets at the roof and floor? The bias might be enough over time to counteract any mixing effect - the random walk of grains would have a noticeable bias for black.

Perhaps we could make half the black sand positive and half negative, while all white is neutral? Black will clump to black everywhere in the hourglass, without any issues about going through the funnel or affecting white.

How might this fail? Well, why would there be only 2 layers? There could be several alternating layers of black and white, and this be a stable system. The real question is whether strong enough magnetism to usefully sort is also so strong to clump together and defeat the gravity-based timing. People can be awfully suspicious of free lunches. One thing I was known for in Boy Scouts or so I thought was my trick of cooking hamburgers with leaves rather than racks or pans.

I had learned it long ago at a campboree, and made a point of cooking my hamburger that way and not any other. The way it works is you take several large green leafs straight from the tree, and sandwich your burger.

Ideally you only need 2, one leaf on top and the other on bottom. Then you put your green sandwich on top of a nice patch of coals - no flames! At about 20 minutes, the leaves should have browned and you can pull it out and enjoy. Well, it saves one dishes. Given how difficult it is to clean dishes out there where there are no dishwashers or sinks, this should not be lightly ignored. And finally, the hamburger ends up with a light sort of leafy taste on the outside, which is quite good and not obtainable any way else.

My grandparents have long been friends with an old bachelor named Arthur Moulton into his 80s by the time I knew him. The family was interested and as it turned out, the information could be useful for his obituary.

I managed to find a fair bit of information on him and his brother, Roger. Leaning on the intelligence possibility, I check NameBase and find a hit:. AFIO is a national organization of about members, with a smaller number active at national conventions and local chapters.

It is not necessary to be a former intelligence officer to join, as long as you support the principles of the organization. Some journalists have joined just to get the membership directory, hoping to find retired officers willing to grant an occasional interview or comment on various issues.

As NameBase cautions, we cannot infer much from the inclusion, but it makes a useful start because it gives us another person to look for. Googling this Roger D. Roger Moulton was born in , was a white male with a highschool education, and enlisted in Bangor, Maine. We can find out by looking at US Census data which is released after 72 years; so luckily, the census was released in We get more detailed information by reading the scanned census form: The 3 siblings had attended school at some time since March No one in the family, including the lodger Richard Brant, was employed at the time except for Ida doing housework.

Was one lodger really enough to pay their bills? Moulton, San Diego CA; not assigned. This invention is in ring circuits and specifically is ring circuit utilizing gas filled tubes only. One object of the invention is to provide a ring one gas filled tube for each stage. Another object of the invention is to provide a of the nature mentioned requiring no source such as is usually required.

Other objects will be apparent from a reading of specification and claims. The drawing is a schematic diagram of a ring to my invention. This invention relates to electrical measuring apparatus, and, more particularly, to apparatus for measuring a difference in frequency between two alternating voltages.

Simulation of submarine propeller cavitation as it varies with speed and depth of submergence is effected by feeding a frequency proportional to blade rate to a counter which is periodically read out and reset at a rate proportional with the square root of pressure. The read out is used to control noise attenuator means including a one of N decoder and N attenuators scaled to produce relative noise according to a curve characteristic of the submarine to be simulated. The noise output is modulated in pulse width and repetition rate by a function generator controlled by the counter read-out.

The one-shot , may conveniently be of the type described in U. Moulton, assigned to the assignee hereof, and is adapted to have its unstable or triggered period controlled in duration by the voltage input from the function generator 96…. I am unable to find anything about that application. Patent 2 is interesting for being assigned to General Dynamics Corporation , what is now one of the largest defense conglomerates in the world. But in it was much smaller, had recently bought the airplane manufacturer Canadair and had only adopted that name in , then purchasing Convair in ; they began building all sorts of military airplanes, the Atlas ICBM, and civilian airliners.

The original Convair plant was located in San Diego, where Arthur is listed as filing the patent from in Box 24, Livermore, California. This article is a reprint from the May 31, issue of electronics. Selecting component values for generating a critically damped transient in a simple RLC circuit is a cut-and-try under conditions frequently not in practice. Component selection is made easier by the normalized graphs given in this article. One copy per person only, if more are required regular reprint costs apply.

Three great libraries this area. Box , Laurel, Md. The final 2 hits turn out to be useless without any snippets: A general Google search is not very fruitful, initially turning up only the global-warming denialist Global Warming Petition Project includes an Arthur B.

Moulton; it restricts signatures to Americans with university degrees in science , but a degree in electrical engineering would presumably count. Arthur" -Foweraker -"Charles Arthur" -"Edward George" turned up nothing useful except what is probably his phone number and the existence of a ham radio operator also named Arthur B Moulton. I misread the page initially: On an intuition, I append electrical engineering to the search and immediately turn up a perfect e-yearbook.

The site demands an absurd fee for the original image, but scans of the university yearbook are available and it is relatively trivial to download, find the relevant page, extract it from the PDF, and upload it:. Main Masque 2,3; Scabbard and Blade 3; M. This unexpected re-appearance of his brother Roger prompted me to search for Roger some more, and I hit pay dirt. In the collated org chart and the apparently-current contact information , we find the entry Roger D. Moulton org nsa harvest silo memory contract.

Unfortunately, further details seem hard to find. Moulton" OR "Roger D. But by 28 December , nothing useful had appeared. The gloom of dusk. An ox from out in the fields comes walking my way; and along the hazy road I encounter no one. Night watch is not devoid of intellectual interest.

The night is quite beautiful in its own right, and during summer, I find it superior to the day. It is cooler, and often windier. Contrary to expectation, it is less buggy than the day. Fewer people are out, of course. My own paranoia surprises me. At least once a night, I hear noises or see light, and become convinced that someone is prowling or seeks to break in. Of course, there is no one there. This is true despite it being my 4th year.

I reflect that if it is so for me, then what might it be like for a primitive heir to millennia of superstition? There is a theory that spirits and gods arise from overly active imaginations, or pattern-recognition as it is more charitably termed. My paranoia has made me more sympathetic to this theory.

I am a staunch atheist, but even so! The tempo at night varies as well. It seems to me that the first 2 years, cars were coming and going every night.

Cars would meet, one would stay and the other go; or a car would enter the lot and not leave for several days with no one inside ; or they would simply park for a while.

School buses would congregate, as would police-cars, sometimes 4 or 5 of them. In the late morning around 5 AM, the tennis players would come. Sometimes when I left at 8 AM, all 4 or 5 courts would be busy - and some of the courts hosted 4 players.

I would find 5 or 6 tennis balls inside the pool area, and would see how far I could drop-kick them. Now, I hardly ever find tennis balls, since I hardly ever see tennis players. A night in which some teenagers congregate around a car and smoke their cigarettes is a rarity. Few visit my lot. Another year gone by And still no spring warms my heart. The night has, paradoxically, sights one cannot see during the day. What one can see takes on greater importance, becoming new and fresh.

I recall one night long ago; on this cool dark night, the fogs lay heavy on the ground, light-grey and densely soupy. In the light, one could watch banks of fog swirl and mingle in myriads of meetings and mutations; it seemed a thing alive. I could not have seen this under the sun. It has no patience for such ethereal and undefinable things. It would have burned off the fog, driven it along, not permitted it to linger.

And even had it existed and been visible, how could I have been struck by it if my field of view were not so confined? One feels an urge to do strange things. The night has qualities all its own, and they demand a reflection in the night watcher.

Often when doing my rounds I have started and found myself perched awkwardly on a bench or fence. I stay for a time, ruminating on nothing in particular. The night is indefinite, and my thoughts are content to be that way as well. And then something happens, and I hop down and continue my rounds. For I am the sole inhabitant of this small world. The pool is bounded by blackened fences, and as it lies prostrate under tall towers bearing yellowed flood-lights.

The darkness swallows all that is not pool, and returns a feeling of isolation. As if nothing besides remains. I circumnambulate to recreate the park, to assure me it abides, that it is yet there to meet my eyes - a sop to conscience, a token of duty; an act of creation. In other words, one is only conscious when there is conflict between modules; otherwise, one is unconscious and the modules continue their work.

But if the plate is burning hot? Then all of a sudden there is conflict: Why do people ride roller-coasters? Why do they go into haunted houses? That it wakes them up. What would he do? They were interested in it, in using it, in getting more of it. Obviously folks like Shou Tucker or Kimbly sold their soul for alchemy, but less obviously, the other alchemists have been corrupted to some degree by it.

Even heroes like Izumi or the Elrics transgressed. Consider Mustang; his connection with Hawkeye was alchemy-based, and only after years did the connection blossom. Consider how little time he spent with Hughes, in part due to his alchemy-based position.

His epiphany at the end hammers in the lesson about the value of friends. How did he lose his friends? By pursuit of alchemy-based methods of immortality. That is why Ed was the real hero. Because he realized the Truth of FMA: No alchemist ever escaped the Gate essentially intact before he did. Because it would never even occur to them to give up their alchemy or what they learned at the Gate.

Have you ever heard of a monkey trap made of a hole and a collar of spikes sticking down? The monkey reaches in and grabs the fruit inside, but his fist is too big to pass back out.

If only the stupid monkey would let go of the fruit, he could escape. And then the hunter comes. The alchemists are the monkey, alchemy is the fruit, and the Truth is the hunter.

The monkeys put the fruit above their lives, because they think they can have it all. Were there things I disliked? Yes, the whole god thing struck me as strange and ill-thought out.

I also disliked the mechanism for alchemy - some sort of Earth energy. The absence of rule of law, democratic checks on the military, continual conflict and overall incompetence also increases the chances lab error or misuse of high tech weaponry as technology become more accessible while social, economic and political conditions do not improve.

I just had a fun idea: There is no moral cost by definition; at the point at which we would want to start bombing, the immoral thing is to not bomb. Further, I think you drastically overestimate the chances of homegrown terrorism. Vietnam was long ago. The Global economy would tailspin and the existential risk situation would get a lot worse as a result. I think you badly overestimate how important Africa is. The continental GDP is just 2. Several percentage points of that is foreign aid Economy of Africa and their exports to the rest of the world are small enough that their balance of payments with the rest of the world is negative by billions http: Now, if Africa disappeared or was suddenly destroyed, I would expect the global financial markets to drop considerably; but they are so skittish they drop at the fall of a hat.

Certainly not so bad as some grey goo getting loose. How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb? One to hold the giraffe, and one to put the clocks in the bathtub.

What are the 2 valid decodings of that? I struggle to come up with just 1 valid decoding involving giraffes and bathtubs; like the duck crossing the road, the joke is the frustration of our attempt to find the connection. T as modern Bodhisattva.

He remains in the world because he pities da fools trapped in the Wheel of Reincarnation. As far as I can tell, there is no free resource for learning how to lip read , much less free online resources. This is eminently doable as a website: YouTube for hosting videos, Amazon Mechanical Turk or similar services for generating Free videos, and perhaps a SRS algorithm for scheduling periodic reviews videos of particular words or sentences.

Lip reading is useful to know. The small industry of lip reading and the international scattering of lip reading classes shows that people will pay hundreds of dollars and go places to learn it. Assume a webpage requires KB to be loaded very pessimistic , and that a user spends 1 hour a day using the website 30 hours a month , going to a new page every minute. These sorts of sites seem to do best with word of mouth marketing, so who knows? A competitor would be lipreading.

It does pretty well in the equation, and actually gets a value of about one and a half quadrillion dollars if you tweak its reflectivity a bit to factor in its bright clouds. This echoes what unfolded for Venus in the first half of the 20th century, when astronomers saw these bright clouds and thought they were water clouds, and that it was really humid and warm on the surface.

It gave rise to this idea in the s that Venus was a jungle planet. So you put this in the formula, and it has an explosive valuation. Venus is unfortunately the home. The scientific opinion was already going against Venus having a clement surface, but in those years you could still credibly imagine that Venus was a habitable environment, and you had authors like Ray Bradbury writing great stories about it.

At the same time, the ability to travel to Venus was completely within our grasp in a way that, shockingly, it may not be now. Things would have unfolded in an extremely different way.

How much is a new planet worth? Sounds like a good alternate history novel. The space race heats up in the s, with a new planet at stake. People are motivated to actually do the proofs-of-work since when they discover a valid set of transactions, the protocol allows them to invent 50 coins for themselves. The computing power applied to the problem is nontrivial: But this is a supercomputer which is devoted solely to calculating some numbers which satisfy a completely arbitrary criteria.

Yes, it works - Bitcoin is still around and growing. This way we get a secure Bitcoin because no one can afford to compute multiple solutions and we also put the computing power to use. With centralized systems, we could do other things like implement micropayments for BitTorrent eg.

Nor are alternate blockchains are not an impossible idea. The Namecoin network is up and running with another blockchain, specialized for registering and paying for domain names. In effect, they are paying for their visit with their computational power. JavaScript is not the best language in which to write tight loops and even if browser JavaScript were up to snuff, CPU mining in general is extremely inefficient compared to GPU mining. Bitcoin Plus works because the costs of electricity and computers is externalized to the visitors.

Reportedly, CPU mining is no longer able to even pay for the cost of the electricity involved, so Bitcoin Plus would be an example of negative externalities. A good Artcoin scheme should be Pareto-improving. One issue that pops up is how do you input the specific real-world problem into the Artcoin network so everyone can start competing to solve it?

Perhaps there could be some central authority with a public key that signs each specific problem; everyone downloads it, checks that the signature is indeed valid, and can start trying to solve it.

No one needs a new centralized electronic currency: If there was such a central authority in Artcoin, no one would use it! And they would be right to not use it.

One little noted property about NP problems is that the exponential blowup in difficulty refers to worst-case problems: If we had some magical way of estimating the difficulty of an arbitrary NP problem, we could devise a hybrid scheme: Any central authority attempting to water down the proof-of-work security would just see his signed problems ignored in favor of the old inefficient scheme, and so would have no incentive to release non-real-world problems even if a third party like a government attempted to coerce them.

A more P2P scheme would be to have clients simply verify any solution for a set of transactions, and let anyone supply problems so users can pick which problems they work on.

But this would seem to run into the same problem as before: If we had some way of estimating, we could implement this P2P scheme as well: How could we measure difficulty? Obviously you could measure difficulty by trying to solve the problem yourself: But what good would this do you? You could broadcast a message to all your peers saying these problems are supposed to take at least seconds to compute, but this only took seconds!

Does this magical way of estimating difficulty exist? A randomly-generated problem can be inspected and predicted with substantial accuracy how difficult it will be: SAT-satisfiability prediction is a good step, but still incomplete: The Nazis believed many sane things, like exercise and the value of nature and animal welfare and the harmful nature of smoking.

Do men or women live longer? But maybe what we are really interested in is whether women have longer effective lives: To take the Japanese numbers, women may live 8. But notice how much we had to assume to bring the female numbers down to male: I had not realized how much of a lifetime those extra years represented: The obvious criticism is that social expectations that women appear as attractive as possible will use up a lot of women time.

This random guess may understate the impact; the pill aside, menstruation reportedly can be pretty awful. For most of their early work as a team, the Outsiders went after arms dealers. However, during what was thought to be just another raid, Grace came across something far worse.

She discovered a warehouse in New York with thirty children chained to beds, all marked with the same triple triangles as her.

While the rest of the Outsiders moved to the next mission, Grace struck out on her own without contacting the others.

About a week in, Arsenal found her. He had recognized the brand on her lower back, even if it was partially covered by tattoos. When they confronted the other Outsiders with this new mission, leader Jade felt is was a job for regular law enforcement. Arsenal and Nightwing sided with Grace, with the latter suggesting going public. It brought them a lead - a registered sex offender named Martin Andrews. And while they took out several warehouses and freed dozens of children, it took a turn for the worse when one arrested man recognized Roy Harper from his addict days.

Tanner decided to fight back by kidnapping Lian Harper. Walsh informed the Outsiders the arrested man, Reese, was going to turn state, but give only enough information on Tanner to get himself off. They intercepted him during transport and got the information that led them to another transport.

They freed Lian, and gained new intel that led them to Tanner. Grace confronted him and beat him up, but didn't kill him. All her life she wanted to, but now she couldn't. She left him for police to find. And while Walsh hoped she had gotten closure and hope out of it, she felt she was still just as angry as ever.

Grace Choi remained a member of the Outsiders, and assisted in toppling the regime of Mali. She got along quite well with the team's newest member, Captain Boomerang , and the two were involved in the somewhat questionable interrogation of some soldiers involving torture.

After an unsuccessful mission in Oolong Island with Checkmate , Nightwing handed over the Outsiders to Batman , who elects to decide on his own roster. She proved effective; she took out 24 Amazons in a two hour period. Karna , leader of the Amazons of Bana-Mighdall , had followed her for some time. With this knowledge, Karna tried to recruit a new ally. Grace was tempted, especially by the thought of finally belonging to a family. Superman 's arrival and revelation of Bana war crimes made her reject the offer.

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