I had the weirdest dream last night: everyone in the world had access to data and information about everybody else, from academic and business information to ephemera such as winning a Guiness World Record but not bothering to tell anybody. The data kept shifting and refining itself, guiding one to a general impression of other people. It was available through both a data device, and some weird effect that fed directly into the cortex, though this was used mostly to keep an eye on your own da
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Nicole Cohen and Beth Novey have put together a plethora of colour-related facts in This is Colour, a short but interesting journey through the oddities and curiosities of the rainbow. Oh, and there's some trippy musical accompaniment. Just puts a capper on it!"
Say what you'd like about Jobs, he was definitely in touch with what makes it for creative minds and innovative, inspiring spaces.
I've worked in many different ad agencies over the years, and the ones that brought out the best in me (aside from the like-minded co-conspirators, the good pay, the appreciation from both clients and over-seers) had this type of influential, outside-the-box aura about their domains. Whether it was a full-sized basketball hoop in the creative department, the nooks and crannies for one-on-one art director/copywriter collaboration, the amenities and sheer discorporation of the space, or the openness of the overall layout, there's something about a well-wrought, well-thought-out and inviting creative space that invites a mass of creative thinking, and ensures that the creation of great art is foremost.
Great job, Jobs. Put this one in the win column.
Look, let's face it: Apple bagged this one. Not only did they bury the link at the bottom of the page, but the "apology" wasn't even a football field close to what the judges mandated. I'm not an Apple fan, but neither am I a detractor; I use them if I need to (in studio) or not (at home). This bullshit, however, regarding their wording and their Samsung bashing, is at the least a middle-finger-up at the justices that deemed it useful and fair, and at the most a whole boot-up-the-ass to everyone involved, including the public at large.
If they had thought to not monkey around with the decision, play fair by the ruling mandated at them, and kept the marketing dweebs out of the mix, none of this would have happened. They'd have a tiny little banner at the bottom of their page leading to a fair and impartial relation of the facts... a banner that, in almost all cases, no one would bother clicking on in the first place.
Looks good on you, Apple, I've got to say. Nice way to screw up an almost meaningless ruling.
That was my first thought too. I seem to remember they were part of the Mercenary book (or something - it's been a long time).
Exactly right. Standard TL12 infantry weapon.
Does the fact that I remember this, but not where I left the gas can for my lawnmower, mean anything?
Unfortunately, yes. Take heart, however: Heinleinian rejuvenation can't be far around the corner...
It's not worth it personally to people to hassle other people who want to get in, so unless there is a HUGE, HUGE deal about that being at the level of burning children and eating them...
Who the HELL wastes children that way?! That's just sick.
Children are meant to be basted lightly over low heat, not flash-burned like a marshmallow. Wise up, people!
Yes, but it will only be officially supported for up to and including 4.x. After that, Android will be Flash-free, too.
That's why they came up with data URI's. Bless their souls.
This assumes that the cops actually care about 'small' crimes like stolen cell phones.
One of the networks ran a story about this problem; the major issue cited wasn't the theft itself (although that in itself is a couple hundred bucks of merchandise lost to the owner), but the ancillary violence and battery that goes along with the thefts/muggings that are too often associated with these crimes.
It's one thing to have your phone scooped from a table while you're in the can; it's another to be kicked and beaten to within an inch of your life for it.