playing wav files from a ramdisk gave best sound
then moved on to memory play, initially SQ was worse.
found that a function called memcpy was the culprit, most memory players use memcpy and this is one of the reasons why memory play sounds worse ie digital sounding. Fortunately there is an optimised version of memcpy, using this version removes the hard edge produced by memcpy. the other thing I did was to close the file after reading into the buffer.
also most players use malloc to get memory while new is the c++ method and sounds better.
Mr Britton said he raised his chainsaw and met the lion head-on as it pounced - a collision he described as feeling like a grown man running directly into him.
"It batted me three or four times with its front paws and as quick as I hit it with that saw it just turned away," he told the Associated Press.
The wounded animal retreated after Mr Britton inflicted a six to eight-inch gash on the lion's shoulder. Mr Britton was left with only a small puncture wound on his forearm.
"You would think if you hit an animal with a chainsaw it would dig right in," he said. "I might as well have hit it with a hockey stick."
The scientists developed a survey to put a dollar value on the natural resources damaged by the BP Deepwater spill by determining household willingness to pay for measures that would prevent similar damages should a spill of the same magnitude happen in the future. Survey information included descriptions of damaged beaches, marshes, animals, fish, and coral.
On top of estimating the impact of the spill, the $17.2 billion represents the benefits to the public to protect against damages that could result from a future oil spill in the Gulf of a similar magnitude.
So their estimate of the cost of the spill is based on:
- How much survey respondents claim they might be willing to spend to save the cute animals, and keep their vacation spots pretty;
- Estimates of the cost of a program to prevent it from happening in the future.
That is now how you calculate costs!
We may still learn that this event was a civilization-ender.
And don't forget, nobody will ever do any prison time. The fact that the BP "Corporate Person" has not been executed for this is a crime against literal Humanity.
I saw these in person a little while ago and they are amazing: they are huge and the level of detail is just ridiculous:
After researching his chosen city, Nishino spends up to two months walking and photographing the urban environment, capturing thousands of images of streets, alleys, corners, and vistas from every imaginable angle. He then prints his contact sheets, cuts out the individual frames, and affixes them by hand onto board, in the process creating a large-scale, collaged map that expresses a truly personal interpretation of the featured location. Once the collages are complete, Nishino digitally photographs and presents them as high resolution, large-scale prints, often as big as 6 x 7 feet.
The disease has four stages:
- The person has increasing insomnia, resulting in panic attacks, paranoia, and phobias. This stage lasts for about four months.
- Hallucinations and panic attacks become noticeable, continuing for about five months.
- Complete inability to sleep is followed by rapid loss of weight. This lasts for about three months.
- Dementia, during which the patient becomes unresponsive or mute over the course of six months. This is the final progression of the disease, after which death follows.
Other symptoms include profuse sweating, pinpoint pupils, the sudden entrance into menopause for women and impotence for men, neck stiffness, and elevation of blood pressure and heart rate. Constipation is common as well. As the disease progresses, the patient will become stuck in a state of pre-sleep limbo, or hypnagogia, which is the state just before sleep in healthy individuals. During these stages, it is common for patients to repeatedly move their limbs as if dreaming.
Silvano eventually referred himself to the University of Bologna's sleep unit for further study, but he was under no illusions about the course of the disease. "He said, 'I'll stop sleeping, and within eight or nine months, I'll be dead,'" one of his doctors, Pietro Cortelli, told me in a phone interview.
"I said 'how can you be sure?' He then drew me his genealogical tree from the 18th Century, all by heart." In each generation, Silvano could name family members who had succumbed to the same fate. [...]
Whereas Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease leaves the surface of the brain looking like Swiss cheese, Silvano's condition seems to target parts of the thalamus, at the very centre of the skull. Normally the size and shape of a walnut, the thalamus in Silvano's brain appeared to have been riddled with boring worms. [...]
Daniel was determined to try as many potential treatments as possible, ranging from vitamin supplements and exercise to improve his general fitness to anaesthetics such as ketamine and nitrous oxide, and sleep medicines like diazepam -- anything that would give him a few winks of sleep, even for as short as 15 minutes at a time. He even bought a sensory deprivation tank, having found that even under an anaesthetic, his fragile slumbers could be interrupted by the slightest sound or movement.
Floating in the egg-shaped cocoon while bathed in warm salt water, he found the rest that had proven so elusive, enjoying a blissful four-and-a half hours of solid sleep. Once he awoke, however, he had to face terrifying hallucinations -- including a strange uncertainty as to whether he was alive or dead.
Each bit is typed out from the least significant bit to the most significant bit (left to right). After all 8 bits have been entered, it will type out the ASCII value equivalent of that binary valiue.
Back in my day, we programmed with a paper clip, a nine volt battery and a steady hand, so this is all only reasonable.
Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of a bee. It is lighted neither by window nor by lamp, yet it is filled with a soft radiance. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air is fresh. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment that my meditation opens, this room is throbbing with melodious sounds. An armchair is in the centre, by its side a reading-desk-that is all the furniture. And in the armchair there sits a swaddled lump of flesh-a woman, about five feet high, with a face as white as a fungus. It is to her that the little room belongs.