On this day:
479 BCGreco-Persian Wars: Persian forces led by Mardonius are routed by Pausanias, the Spartan commander of the Greek army in the Battle of Plataea.
410
The sacking of Rome by the Visigoths ends after three days.
1776
The Battle of Long Island: in what is now Brooklyn, New York, British forces under General William Howe defeat Americans under General George Washington.
1793
French counter-revolution: the port of Toulon revolts and admits the British fleet, which lands troops and seizes the port leading to Siege of Toulon.
1859
Petroleum is discovered in Titusville, Pennsylvania leading to the world’s first commercially successful oil well.
1883
The eruption of Krakatoa
1928
The Kellogg-Briand Pact outlawing war is signed by the first 15 nations to do so. Ultimately sixty-one nations will sign it. (Can you imagine?)
1962
The Mariner 2 unmanned space mission is launched to Venus by NASA.
1979
A Provisional Irish Republican Army bomb kills British World War II admiral Louis Mountbatten and three others while they are boating on holiday in Sligo, Republic of Ireland. Shortly after, 18 British Army soldiers are killed in an ambush near Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
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"In my whole life, I have known no wise people who didn't read all the time — none, zero." --Charlie Munger.
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Cybercriminals are utilizing AI to create high-quality fake websites, imitating prominent retailers such as Amazon and PayPal, as well as financial institutions. Some cybersecurity experts worry AI tools will supercharge these scams by enabling criminals with limited technical skills to create nearly perfect fake sites in minutes.--WSJ
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Stovepiping: noun
Multiple meanings, including firearm and computer application.
In its information management context, stovepiping refers to the practice of passing or channeling information up and down within a hierarchy or organization without sharing it across different levels or departments. This can lead to isolated 'silos' of information, lack of communication, and inefficiency in the organization. With people with guns, this can be dangerous.
In its information management context, stovepiping refers to the practice of passing or channeling information up and down within a hierarchy or organization without sharing it across different levels or departments. This can lead to isolated 'silos' of information, lack of communication, and inefficiency in the organization. With people with guns, this can be dangerous.
This was the term applied to the separated functions of CIA and FBI believed to contribute to the 9-11 disaster.
It seems to be the desire of local municipalities in their nullification policy toward federal officers acting locally.
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“Your Social Security is safe. You can write that down and take it home to mama,” Sen. John Kennedy (R-La.) said this summer. “All we got to do is go take the money out of the general fund, which we always do.”
There will be a crisis of financing the idiotic social benefits in this country. Social security will be the first major test of the country's coming financial problems. This is the opinion of an influential Senator: The solution to one of America's great problems is to keep doing what we're doing.
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And, with the same needle in the same vein, Rocket Labs, at $68 per share, is 3,225X forward PE.
A federal judge in Houston has blocked Texas’ law prohibiting explicit sexual performances in front of children, finding it unconstitutional.
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'39
These are the lyrics of the song "'39" by Queen, about very rapid travel into space and the stars, with time-dilation effects on the return voyage and the attendant regret on return, where all he knows is gone. It's a strange song with a sea chanty lilt.
The songwriter is Brian May, the group guitarist who has a Ph.D in astrophysics.
Lyrics '39
In the year of '39, assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the Earth is old and grey, little darling, we'll away
But my love, this cannot be
Oh, so many years have gone though I'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes, from your eyes, cry to me
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
For my life
Still ahead
Pity me
These are the lyrics of the song "'39" by Queen, about very rapid travel into space and the stars, with time-dilation effects on the return voyage and the attendant regret on return, where all he knows is gone. It's a strange song with a sea chanty lilt.
The songwriter is Brian May, the group guitarist who has a Ph.D in astrophysics.
Lyrics '39
In the year of '39, assembled here the volunteers
In the days when lands were few
Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn
The sweetest sight ever seen
And the night followed day
And the story tellers say
That the score brave souls inside
For many a lonely day sailed across the milky seas
Ne'er looked back, never feared, never cried
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
The volunteers came home that day
And they bring good news of a world so newly born
Though their hearts so heavily weigh
For the Earth is old and grey, little darling, we'll away
But my love, this cannot be
Oh, so many years have gone though I'm older but a year
Your mother's eyes, from your eyes, cry to me
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand for the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
Don't you hear my call though you're many years away?
Don't you hear me calling you?
All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand
For my life
Still ahead
Pity me
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