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When potentially interesting articles get pulled because somebody "expresses concern".
re: the above-referenced article.Hello Everyone,
A big thank you for all the interest in this study guide. It was
originally created as a fun introduction that took the Cognitive
Bias wiki and tried to make it easier to memorize.
However, the authors of the wiki article have expressed some
concern over the accuracy of certain entries. The document is
being taken down for the time being until that can be
corrected. Thank you for your interest.
Sincere apologies for any troubles this caused!
Eric
-Edvard (May 21, 2010, 05:43 AM)
Developers which decide that:
A. think their application MUST launch at system startup, regardless of the option I choose during installation
B. choose to create a start menu folder which contains the VERSION number without deleting or detecting previous versions thus resulting in APP V1.0, APP V1.1, APP V1.110, APP V1.2, etc in the start menu.-Josh (May 17, 2010, 08:33 PM)
Wow !!! Thanks superboyac for such a nice testimonial.Glad to hear. I've been working with Armando the last couple of weeks, and I was continually blown away by what he was able to do with the program.
As far as my level of commitment to this project, no need to worry. I'll bring it to v1.0 and beyond !-PPLandry (May 03, 2010, 10:28 AM)-superboyac (May 03, 2010, 11:34 AM)
Hmm... strange, Jim. I fired up XYplorer on my system and note that I have it set to dual pane with a preview of a jpg open. I checked the CPU usage before minimizing to tray - fluctuated between 0 and 2%, for a few seconds. After I minimized it, I watched it in TaskManager for about five minutes and it is absolutely steady at 0%. I maximized the window again and even with the preview displayed there has been absolutely no CPU activity for the past three or four minutes.
Win 7 64-bit on a notebook running an Intel Core 2 Duo processor (T9300 @2.5Ghz, though I am also running granola on this machine).
Heh, heh - just had a brief "blip" to 1% CPU on xyplorer.exe *32 and it's back to 00...-Darwin (May 10, 2010, 12:18 PM)
This is what happens with mickey mouse personal 'anti-virus' software. With professional anti-virus programs this has never/will never happen.
It's a shame home users never get to experience this.-timowers (May 08, 2010, 06:14 PM)
What Is Intelligence Anyway?
by Isaac Asimov
What is intelligence, anyway? When I was in the army, I received the kind of aptitude test that all soldiers took and, against a normal of 100, scored 160. No one at the base had ever seen a figure like that, and for two hours they made a big fuss over me. (It didn't mean anything. The next day I was still a buck private with KP - kitchen police - as my highest duty.)
All my life I've been registering scores like that, so that I have the complacent feeling that I'm highly intelligent, and I expect other people to think so too. Actually, though, don't such scores simply mean that I am very good at answering the type of academic questions that are considered worthy of answers by people who make up the intelligence tests - people with intellectual bents similar to mine.
For instance, I had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car.
Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, I'd prove myself a moron, and I'd be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters.
Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: "Doc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?"
Indulgently, I lifted by right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, "Why, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them." Then he said smugly, "I've been trying that on all my customers today." "Did you catch many?" I asked. "Quite a few," he said, "but I knew for sure I'd catch you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Because you're so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldn't be very smart."
And I have an uneasy feeling he had something there.
