Not sure I see how that would work when there is no 3G signal. If a computer on-board a vehicle sees something it does not recognize when it's not connected to the Tesla HQ, what should it do? And even if it is connected, uploading video over 3G is too slow for the real-time classification needs. Right?
The notion isn't that they phone home to immediately ask about unknown data, but that they periodically feed back any unknown data (or, in the worst case, it gets extracted from a blackbox if a car has an accident), and receive revised models to process the world with.
No, this won't necessarily save you if you see some impossible scenario like a boat cruising down the highway toward you, but it does mean that the list of conditions the model can't respond to reasonably will rapidly trend toward "fewer than most human drivers", in the ideal case.
This will, invariably, have some unfortunate bumps when people discover real-world conditions that, for whatever reason, the model doesn't remotely have responses for (I wonder if they've trained it on e.g. an enormous wall of water, or tornadoes?), but that's why you don't claim it's an always-on self-driving system (e.g. you have to be ready to take over at any point), and arguably the error rate is still going to be lower than most humans to start with.
I had a similar thought. The GOP establishment is clearly not happy with Trump. If given a serious enough opportunity, the GOP may be willing to impeach their own President, to replace him with Mike Pence.
Depends on if they can hang a big enough scandal on him.
(there is a story out there that would be sufficient; it's hard to evaluate the credibility of it, but more information could become public and change that)
That would be a tremendously bad idea. Suppressing popular votes for hope (in this case by poorer people without college degrees) is what causes revolution.
Push to an S3 bucket with upload only credentials with versioning turned on.
Your master account (or superuser IAM account if you're paranoid) gives you read/write after 2FA login, but you could share your backup creds with the world and never have your backups pulled out or overwritten.
Use S3 lifecycle rules to expire backup objects after x days; data transfer in is free, the operation requests are pennies per thousand, only the bandwidth is expensive (10 cents/GB) to retrieve the backups when you need to perform a restore (even then, still very cheap).
Also, by storing in S3, you can backup and restore from anywhere.
Wow, this is an interesting definition of investment. I've always considered my wife to be a blessing, but you are right -- a good wife is a great investment as well.
I've thought about it like this for the last couple of years: Finding a good partner is the most important decision you can make. After all of the promotions and successful business deals/ventures, if you fail to do so, chances are you'll lose ~50%. Easier said than done though.
Even more alarming was the bathroom culture. I can only speak to the men’s room, most of which each had two urinals and two stalls. I come from a background where a bathroom is a place where you do a certain kind of business, in silence, and you leave. At Amazon, the men’s room is an extension of the office. People chitchat about work in the bathroom, as if it is just another meeting room where you can piss everywhere.
The most horrifying moment of my employment at Amazon was the time I was using the toilet and a coworker began talking from the stall next to me. He asked me why I had not responded to his very pressing email. I closed my eyes and pretended this wasn’t happening. What email could be so important that it could not wait five minutes for me to use the bathroom? He began tapping on the wall between our stalls, asking why I wouldn’t respond, as if inter-stall conversation should be a totally normal, not disgusting means of communication.
He became more specific about what he needed—referencing a project I’d never heard of, nor would I ever have involvement in—and I realized he had misidentified me from my shoes. (Many brown dress shoes look alike, apparently.) We both exited our stalls around the same time, and he realized his mistake. He didn’t apologize, only explained that he thought I was someone else. As we washed our hands, he just laughed, and I vowed I would never use the stalls on that floor again.
