Coffee with some old friends this morning. The oldest is in his late eighties and still going strong. Since he has had a fascinating life, we encouraged him to dictate his memoirs.
Asked for his earliest memory, he recalled standing near his father outside their house in rural California when a neighbor across a ravine began shooting at them.
It was a great morning.
Employers should be carefully examining the use of HR-related software to determine which job candidates are rejected for interviews.
This could lead to a massive wave of litigation against employers.
I've seen too many instances where an across-the-board criterion raises potential discrimination problems.
Aside from that, they often don't make sense.
Screening takes time and attention. The thought that you can rush through it with a nifty software program is scary.
It may also become very expensive.
You can rent and buy virtual property on Second Life.
Large companies advertise there. Sweden opened an embassy.
How much will this resemble the future?
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The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He's got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
- From Snowcrash: A Novel by Neal Stephenson