Posted on 02/28/2017 7:23:43 AM PST by RoosterRedux
Google-owned robotics firm and “nightmare” factory Boston Dynamics has released video of its latest creation: a two-wheeled, four-legged hybrid robot named Handle.
The robot can stand on four legs, like Boston Dynamics’ previous creations such as BigDog and Spot. But at the end of its back two legs are two stabilised wheels, which let it stand up vertically and roll around at speeds of up to nine miles per hour. Think “Terminator riding on a hoverboard” and you’ll have a pretty good idea of the impression Handle gives off.
Boston Dynamics says the reason for the hybrid design is the simplicity it affords: rather than needing the complex joints of the fully-quadrupedal bots, Handle’s wheels can speed it around with little difficulty, while its front legs can be used for balance and for carrying loads of up to 50kg.
“Handle uses many of the same dynamics, balance and mobile manipulation principles found in the quadruped and biped robots we build,” Boston Dynamics said, “but with only about 10 actuated joints, it is significantly less complex. Wheels are efficient on flat surfaces while legs can go almost anywhere: by combining wheels and legs, Handle can have the best of both worlds.” The video does not, however, show Handle walking rather that scooting around on its wheels.
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I would say; if wisdom falls upon you accidentally, that does not make of it a lesser wisdom.
Teaching and scripture aside, I find the discoveries that one makes for himself to be the truest test of practicality; that the wisdom gained is demonstrable and repeatable. In essence, it is science.
One builds his knowledge base from what is clear and intuitive to what can be derived and proven with greater application of thought; essentially precept upon precept.
So even if this bit of practical wisdom comes from a broken lesson, it does not fail to inform. Many of our most memorable understandings come to us as a result of a misstep.
"Has it ever occurred to you that your role in life is to serve as a bad example?"
“if wisdom falls upon you accidentally, that does not make of it a lesser wisdom.”
Query.
What if it weighs several dozens of poundages, is sitting on you after said landing and insists on being fussed over by the humanoid assistant?
Read you’d been under the weather. Glad you pulled thru w/o extraordinary medical attention; pneumonia has a bad rep for being particularly nasty to folks already dealing with compromised health.
FiL waves his cane around a fair bit, but since he’s over at the residence facility I don’t have to hear it.
The internet gold digger helped him decide he wanted to spend the money to divorce his separated wife. Three guesses why, and the first two don’t count.
We jumped all over that and worked with MiL’s atty to achieve getting an actual, full-length evidentiary hearing on the docket in early July.
The Big Hearing RE accounting comes up at the end of this month, so we’ll be back in OR for several days. Mrs. HK went up and sat for an in-person deposition two weeks ago. She was able to totally blow up FiL’s attorney’s case theory. Whether he changes tack, or not, remains to be seen; he could still push it — flaws and all — when we get to the courthouse.
I may have some leverage over a little something I need to discuss with the Douglas County District Attorney, but we’ll see. Ace-in-the-hole ‘n’ all.
Takin’ it to the mats one way or another.
Mass I can cope with.
In my experience, it’s the fussing of the assistant that has been most often the trouble.
Murphy’s Law ensures that said assistant always does EXACTLY the “DANGER: DO NOT...” thing at EXACTLY the instant the bug-eyed exclamation “DON’T!” parts one’s lips. And that is usually followed by the instantaneous manifestation of loudness, light, heat, damage, and medical bills in various unsavory proportions.
Best wishes for a successful resolution!
Farce equals mass times accommodation.
I did find it interesting, yes. The explanation is, I think, a decent analysis of what has been an awkward, “sore thumb” of a bit of phraseology.
“The party line” concerning Is. 28:10 and 13 just always did seem a bit contrived. There’s an elegance to accurate translation that enables the Truth to ring through clearly, and the usual interpretation, here, always struck a “clinker”; as of The Spirit with a wry smile, “Close, but no cigar.”
Yeah, thanks.
Oooohhhh! Fat little tummies on the squees! Me. Want. Now.
I dreamed about kittens.
“Line by line, precept by precept.” One has to learn to walk before one can run.
Except for my son. As soon as he found he could use his legs for something besides pushing him along the floor as his hands pulled, he was, literally, off and running!
But yes, we learn “here a little and there a little,” until we have an entire concept. Learning never ceases. The only thing we take with us when we die is our intelligence, so even on The Other Side, there are things we can learn.
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One thing I've decided, sorta, is that I don't think I'm going to vote for anyone for Resident Council. I just want to let things play out, and take votes away from those who think they are assured the job.
This whole thing is an exercise in futility, but I certainly don't want the Klingon's choice to dictate my last year in this place.
While I’m at Wally’s I’ll pick up some yogurt (which I’m getting very tired of) and rice pudding (which I still like) and hopefully, I’ll have enough gelt to get me through at least the next week.
The shower felt good, but I really wanted to stay in the warm water a little longer. *sigh* But it’s Friday, and I have a full day ahead of me, all before noon. :o|
*tagline*
Ungh! This must be Friday. I want to cancel it for lack of interest.
At 0400, I sent a text to Zeke, telling him I was ready to go. He wanted to distribute the flyers, first. Not according to plan. So 30 minutes later, I picked him up, but it gave me time for a steroid treatment.
We got to Wally’s and both of us wanted to use our SNAP cards in the self-check (only game in town at Wally’s this hour) and couldn’t. The kid (literally) who was in charge, didn’t know how to subtract the actual SNAP balance from the grocery balance, and it really irked me because it meant I had to use my gas money for food. Zeke was equally miffed.
And I told the kid exactly what that meant for me: Using gas money to pay for food because he couldn’t figure out the computer at the self-check. Then he had the nerve to say, “Have a nice day.” I said, “No thanks. I have other plans.”
Good tagline.
Kathleen is having difficulty counting to 20. We’ll have to start practicing it umpteen times per day.
It's "warm," cloudy, windy and moist and I'm just so tired of weather! I really want some summer.
I have to go to Walmart.
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