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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • You fundamentally misunderstand the technology. For push notifications and amber alerts and such to work, you need a personal 1:1 digital connection to a nearby cell tower. The range on that connection is not very far, and every alert needs to be sent individually.

    An FM tower could broad-beam disaster information for tens of miles around with much simpler technology, out of one location on generator power. It is a far more reliable way to get information about a major disaster out to everybody simultaneously with far fewer infrastructure layers involved. No need to spool literally millions of alert pings out.

    Also a continuous voice stream carries a lot more info than a damn push notification - obviously.






  • Rolled up to the front desk of the Paris hotel in Las Vegas. Chaotic lines and staff were doing nothing to organize it. Finally got someone to help me. Nope, they don’t have my reservation. Here’s my confirmation number and everything. “Nope! Don’t have it. You can call your travel service,” she said. I asked her to try again on a variation of my name and then she found it. “You should have said that the first time!” she complained.

    Every step in the checkin took 5 minutes to complete. Twice she just wandered away from the desk and started talking to someone else, making me wonder what the hell was going on and if I would get checked in. Finally I get my key card, schlep up to the room, and it doesn’t work. I schlep back down and walk straight up to counter where this woman was, bypassing the line, like you do. “Back of the line!” she said. I tried to explain that she had made an error with the keycard. “Back of the line, please sir!”

    So I waited in line again. Then I rolled up to the desk. She said “You look like you want to kill me! It’s not my fault!” I said did I say anything? Did I blame you? “That expression on your face! You look like you want to kill me!” she repeated.

    At this point I leaned over to read her name off her tag and began writing it down, intending to have a conversation with the manager later. “Yes! You can take my name! And I will take your name!” And she made a big show of ripping off a piece of paper and writing my name on it, copying from her computer screen.

    Somehow in all this I took possession of another key card which finally worked. What a shitshow. Took two visits to even find a manager to complain to, and when I did he just nodded and nodded, staring into the distance like he was dead inside and couldn’t possibly give a shit.

    If the stereotype about rude service in France is true, they sure were authentic! (It’s not true by the way. I’ve visited three times and never had a moment’s trouble).