Quoth the raven: no more ore!
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We took the car back outside yesterday for the first drive test with our new super-hot optimizing planner. Actually, it was even scarier than that, because we were running with the new posterior pose and a new route planner too. Generally it's not such a good idea to roll out that many *cough* thousands of lines of new code at once, but for whatever reason it was teh hotness yesterday. In short, our route planner, local planner (tracks paths and stays in lanes), and our positioning are all a lot better and more general than before. For one thing we aren't just blindly following lines anymore, but now we're actually searching for feasible paths that are smooth and comfortable (or at least they are when everything is working the way it should). In essence, the car is looking for humanlike paths.
Of course, the fact that the car is looking for humanlike paths doesn't necessarily mean it's doing so in the same way we do it... that is, unless you solve nonlinear optimization problems ten times a second when you drive.
And so our car drives, always daring,
Still it goes, and yet we're caring,
Are the union workers faring,
Faring well removing ore?
And so we test while they go loading,
Large Mack trucks seem so foreboding,
And the crane destroys our roading,
'Til the chief says, no more ore!
What, I can't take a little poetic license every once in awhile? Ok, so Poe might be rolling over in his grave, but that doesn't deny the fact that there are a bunch of workers here this week cleaning up the place. Normally my OCD would get me all excited about people cleaning things up, but this time it's a bit weirder because it's an environmental cleanup effort happening right outside our door. Apparently the depot used to store strategic ore reserves (iron, chromium, etc.), which have now thoroughly contaminated the ground around here (read the EPA report, if you dare). Nowadays the EPA wants to turn this place into a wildlife refuge, so they're going back and cleaning the place up. For us this apparently means massive dump trucks and cranes digging up huge fields of weird looking stuff and carting it off to some mystery location.
DISCLAIMER: the technical investigations of this team should in no way be perceived as anything but a dedicated and rigorous research effort. Please do not reproduce or otherwise make available any portion of the material found within unless permission is obtained from the author first.
We took the car back outside yesterday for the first drive test with our new super-hot optimizing planner. Actually, it was even scarier than that, because we were running with the new posterior pose and a new route planner too. Generally it's not such a good idea to roll out that many *cough* thousands of lines of new code at once, but for whatever reason it was teh hotness yesterday. In short, our route planner, local planner (tracks paths and stays in lanes), and our positioning are all a lot better and more general than before. For one thing we aren't just blindly following lines anymore, but now we're actually searching for feasible paths that are smooth and comfortable (or at least they are when everything is working the way it should). In essence, the car is looking for humanlike paths.
Of course, the fact that the car is looking for humanlike paths doesn't necessarily mean it's doing so in the same way we do it... that is, unless you solve nonlinear optimization problems ten times a second when you drive.
And so our car drives, always daring,
Still it goes, and yet we're caring,
Are the union workers faring,
Faring well removing ore?
And so we test while they go loading,
Large Mack trucks seem so foreboding,
And the crane destroys our roading,
'Til the chief says, no more ore!
What, I can't take a little poetic license every once in awhile? Ok, so Poe might be rolling over in his grave, but that doesn't deny the fact that there are a bunch of workers here this week cleaning up the place. Normally my OCD would get me all excited about people cleaning things up, but this time it's a bit weirder because it's an environmental cleanup effort happening right outside our door. Apparently the depot used to store strategic ore reserves (iron, chromium, etc.), which have now thoroughly contaminated the ground around here (read the EPA report, if you dare). Nowadays the EPA wants to turn this place into a wildlife refuge, so they're going back and cleaning the place up. For us this apparently means massive dump trucks and cranes digging up huge fields of weird looking stuff and carting it off to some mystery location.
More practice for the obstacle tracker, I guess.
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