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  • I've legit been thinking about this since i posted the comment lol. I think the target area should probably be a minimal regular hexagon, but I honestly dont have the mathematical chops to figure it out myself or to know which would be more interesting.

    Intuition tells me to either try to reduce the problem to like convex hull or figure out a reasonable way to generate random packings and just monte carlo it a few million times for a close to optimal solution. A reasonable way to generate random packings feels like it would be way harder to implement than it sounds

  • I wonder what the optimal packing of 17 hexagons looks like

  • I live in the pacific northwest and im legit considering moving to NYC to try to work for this guy and learn how he do

  • Content GIMP for you making thank!

  • Welcome to the military industrial complex bud. That blood isnt just on your employer's hands, it's on yours too. There's a reason anybody with a soul who gets into defense contracting eventually turns to either alcoholism or activism.

    Edit: re-read this and it came off a bit hostile, which wasn't my intention. For reference I'm somebody who has burned through millions of dollars of air force r&d budget in my career, had some realizations about what the MIC actually is and what it actually does, had a complete mental breakdown doing nothing but pot and therapy for a year, and now I'm trying to convince immigration lawyers in my area to hire me as a paralegal on my handful of hard science degrees and my experience making radar fail. If you think it might be helpful to chat with somebody a few years further along on realizing that they did evil for their employer and coping with that/trying to make a change, my dms are open

  • True

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  • laughs in natural 20/15 vision, but quickly devolves into an asthmatic coughing fit and starts looking for his inhaler

  • The occasional bike/car zooming through the streets and the associated noise are still alleviated by the fan. White noise works because it makes your brain "turn down the volume" on the sensory pathway between your ears and your brain (Gain control is a much better comparison if youre familiar with it, but I went with the volume one because its more accessible). The car/bike might even be loud enough to hear over the fan, but you should hear it less/be less bothered by it because your brain already set your ears' volume on low to tune out the fan. There are white noise apps you can get on your phone if you want to try it for free; an app playing fan sounds through my phone speaker is the only way I manage to sleep when I'm traveling

  • Get yourself a standing fan. You specifically want the gnarliest, loudest, most industrial looking fan you can find. The idea is that the fan in your room is loud/close enough to drown out most other sounds, but since it's constant noise with no information your brain will fade it to background processing and you'll effectively stop hearing it. The only downside is that this requires a bit of willingness to learn how to take apart and fix a fan; if the oscillation starts to precess it ruins the white noise and the fan needs to be cleaned or sometimes the blades rebalanced. I really like "Blizzard" brand fans for being cheap plastic pieces of shit that are easy to take apart to clean/fix and are loud as fuck.

  • This image is a metaphor for nothing. Please enjoy my content

  • I used to maintain an excel database along with an ecosystem of internal engineering tools in excel/vba. I worked in a vault, and one day I asked my isso if I could get python on some of the machines in my lab. A full 1.5 years later they got back to me that some security office was finally ready to consider my request and sent me a bunch of paperwork to fill out to justify why I needed python. And separate copies for each individual library I wanted to come with it. Needless to say I went on continuing to maintain my excel database and toolkit

  • YouTube. Straight up. When I learned to code my yt search history was a million different versions of "how to

    <do thing>

    in python" for months. I also really liked the "Computational methods for physics" textbook (you can find the pdf for free on cambridge website), but that book is written for an audience that knows near graduate math but starts praying if their advisor asks them to write a program

  • Ooh. Is there any chance this post comes in response to the corndogs and doritos post that had people's panties in a twist a few days ago? Not for any important reason, just nosy and looking for some tea

  • Rule of thumb; if the job asks you to pay a dime for anything before you've gotten your first paycheck, it's a scam. Even if they ask you to buy something and they'll pay you back

  • Witchy witchy witchy,

    Can't you see?

    Sometimes your brews just hypnotize me

    And I just love your stance on gays,

    Guess thats why they hate your witchy ways

  • That might be the stupidest thought terminating cliché ive ever heard. The virtue of the tool absolutely does matter. I'm not out here trying to metaphorically mine iron with a pickaxe when we have metaphorical excavators available, and no amount of expertise will allow somebody to be more efficient with the pickaxe than any random novice with an excavator.

  • Old people and technology man. My advisor during my masters was an absolutely brilliant woman; she's one of the people who has been basically defining the field of data science since the early 90s. The first time I ever published with her, I sent my first draft and her response was "can you convert this to docx? I don't know how to work with tex." I still think she's one of the most brilliant people I've ever known but damn did it hurt to work on Microsoft word documents with her

  • This is the kind I got

  • Why not?

    There is no intrinsic meaning to life, we are a random chemical reaction that is really, really good at propagating itself, and we've evolved to be so good at pattern recognition that we psychologically need to see patterns like meaning where none exist.

    My response to that state of affairs is that I get to define the point of life for myself. Some days the point is to advance human knowledge. Some days it's to protect people I care about. Some days it's smoking enough weed to make a cloud visible from space. None of those have to sound even remotely reasonable to you because they are things that I've seen as the point of my life at various points in the past. Yours can be different, but I bet if you spend some time analyzing your values and what you believe in as a person you can probably identify a few things you find important enough to consider the point of life, even if only temporarily

  • Cast iron pizza is the shit, the only other pizza that comes close is a well made Sicilian. I like to stuff a bit of shredded cheddar between the edge of the dough and the side of the pan right before baking; makes it slightly more work to get the pizza out when it's done but it makes a perfect cheese crisp on the crust