There are a lot of problems with academic publishing and the peer review system of evaluating scientific research. I have found peer review very capricious. Rather too often, trash is accepted while good research is rejected. Partly, this is because doing a review is at heart an exercise in charity. Reviewers aren't paid, not even with reputation. Any peer facing the pressure of Publish or Perish is not going to want to devote time to doing reviews.
Another bad problem is that the system is clearly struggling to adapt to changing technology. Maybe last century and earlier, a delay of several months between submission and notification was acceptable. But today, no. Doubly so when one receives a poor quality review. That custom in combination with their jealous insistence on exclusivity means a paper can spend a lot of time in limbo. May have to miss submission deadline after deadline from other journals and conferences while waiting on a reply, and if the reply is a rejection, one has been denied the opportunity to try elsewhere. The least that serious authors deserve for putting up with that is a decent review.
What really is the reason for this lengthy peer review system? It made sense to screen research when publications were printed. And when there weren't that many. But now, no, it does not make sense. Cost and limited space are no longer real barriers. Now it's just the inertia of customary procedures. Interested members of the public should be able to look at raw, unpolished, and unreviewed research, and even review it themselves. Others who prefer their searches be restricted to prescreened, professionally reviewed material can still have that.
Of course, the problems with copyright are well known. It is an outrage that private publishers are allowed to paywall publicly funded research. Plan S, if successful, should take care of that.
So I am wondering where to go to escape this system. Arxiv? Sci-hub?
So, someone who is moderately important to me is aging. As we age, we tend to fall apart. This person needed surgery on her knees. Nice, new knees, they say. I suppose that's all good and everything - but there is recovery to go through.
This woman spends much of her free time on Facebook, anyway, keeping up with kids, grandkids, etc - it's what women do since the advent of computers and Facebook.
Sadly, now that she's sitting around in pain, and suffering through the start of rehab, all she has to do is to post about recovery.
I'm starting to think there ought to be a law, or something. Me? When I was recovering, I resorted to the computer as well. I registered with an online game, and killed aliens and such. Hell, I didn't WANT people to know how much misery I was in. Can't dope yourself up, and stay unconscious for a couple months, right? So, I killed stuff.
I almost want to make a post to her Facebook page, tell her to STFU, and let us know how great she feels AFTER recovery. But, even an asocial asshole doesn't want to be THAT frigging rude. *sigh*
Let's just have Facebook make a new rule (they love making rules) that you can't post anything until you're off the painkillers. New national law says "You must notify all social media prior to undergoing surgery." Then, each of the platforms put your posts on hold, until you demonstrate that you've recovered. Six months after your surgery, you can sort through all the posts you made, and decide if you really, and truly, want to post ANY of that shit you wrote while you were in pain.
We've come to expect the youth to post every irrelevant detail of their lives to Facebook. I would expect more mature people to have more dignity.
See this screen grab from the Hacker News site.
If you can't read it, it is page 3, containing two adjacent news items:
Coincidence that these items are adjacent?
Or some evil alien conspiracy?
When I was young, it was uphill both ways, and in plain ASCII, no GUI.
You had to memorize a stack of manuals -- that couldn't be removed from the computer room because they were bolted (literally) to the table. Young people learned to type properly, otherwise you would have to DUP the card you were punching up to the column where you made the mistake. There was no backspace -- the hole is punched into the card and can't be un-punched. And stand up straight. Pay attention. Don't drop your deck of cards on the floor -- that's a real mess to sort out.
Giving in to their intense natural attraction, the electrons and the e-holes venture further and further towards each other from opposite sides of the P-N junction. Into the the semiconductor's forbidden zone of depletion they wander. Ignoring all inhibition to stop, their growing excitement causes the depletion zone to become smaller and smaller. Finally the depletion zone becomes so small it disappears. They are suddenly surprised and shocked by a climactic explosive rush of current. It can only be described as electric. The LED lights up brightly as current flows freely. The LED continues to glow brightly until the forward current blissfully subsides and the forward voltage drops below the threshold. The electrons stop flowing and go to sleep. The depletion zone once again grows in the P-N junction keeping them separated.
Definitions are important.
Nonetheless; A bit for the other side of the brain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7lhMAOxLxw
I always hear "Money for Nothing" in the background watching this scene.
In particularly "the little faggot with the earrings and the makeup"
Yeah buddy, that faggot was my role model.
Movie scenes are rarely, if ever, perfect. If you can reply to this with a good cogent criticism of the fight choreography please do.
I spotted a few myself, but relatively minor, I consider it better than most films that came after it to say the least.
Why was Guthrie doomed in this fight? I can put it in a few words, a sentence fairly well, a few paragraphs with reasonable thoroughness surely; can you?