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Intel Cuts Chip Prices by up to 53 Percent
babbage1815 writes: "Intel Corp. has cut prices on some of its microprocessors by as much as 53 percent as the world's largest chipmaker's investments in manufacturing over the past two years are starting to pay off." Most of the cuts are at the very high end of the line -- it'll be interesting to see what happens to the prices of the competing AMD offerings.
And now due to the /. effect combined with the power of gnutella...
It will soon be at number one.
(although, I don't intend to download it)
Since I began smoking weed, I think more about things and accept things (blindly) less. My spirit has risen and at the same time my soul has far darkened. I feel a great blight somewhere inside me of something I did very wrong, very long ago, and remember it, I cannot. But in spite of that grave uneasiness, colors and shapes and textures seem realer and more alive to me, as if empty space itself held a potential energy waiting to be noticed.
I despair at the daily gray monotony I suffer through, sitting still in an occupation I'm so good at, but feel my temperament fits so poorly against. I look around sometimes at my friendships, my relationships, and I see how hollow and empty they are, but also see the potential there for something beautiful and wonder why I'm so distant while so ripe with possibilities.
The more answers I uncover from the damp misty sand, the more the polarities stand out, stark and constrasted, like great charcoal and pearl pillars of universal truths between which hangs the vast majority of life's offerings. I have learned patience, the futility of resisting change, and the importance of seeing many sides in a day. Shallow truths these seem, but important they feel to me.
Physically, when looking at a clear blue sky I see waving, rippling effects. Almost as if static is superimposed over my vision. And in my apartment I see flashes of light in my peripheral vision at night. These little pinpricks flare up and catch my attention, but disappear when looked at directly.
My girlfriend is impressed, she said she heard me talking snake in my sleep. She said I hissed a jabbing conversation, complete with clearly defined syllables and changing lilts as if I were answering unheard questions. But in the powder blue dawn I only remember dreaming of magic.
So I awake, and sit under a florescent lamp who's buzz would no doubt irritate me if it weren't drowned out by the nearly psychic hiss of the work computer's power supply fan. Some day I'm going to leave the technology by the side of the road and never look back. I'm going to sculpt or create furniture. I think. I would love to form an uneasy truce with progress and discover the wonders of the natural world for I'm afraid that I don't even feel the wind on my face properly some days. In fact, I wonder if I even know how.
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In other news..
Theres a sale at JC Pennies!!!