There was a BIG speed improvement at iOS 4.2, if I am not mistaken. Still doesn't bring you to the 3.x speeds, but at least the apps are compatible.
I think most of the slowdown was due to the search functionality being screwed up (searchlight?). Turning this off made the phone semi-useable. Still, Apple had to be informed of this by users who figured it out (deny the problem... maybe it'll go away?)
Speaking from experience: I had a less-than-a-year-old iPhone 3g, which got semi-bricked when I installed the iOS 4 update last summer (stated as compatible, as in Vista-compatible).
At the time, I was able to downgrade back to a previous iOS release; but, being unable to call even emergency numbers for minutes (oh, if the phone didn't crash entirely) until they fixed their memory-hogging, badly written OS months later (iOS 4.2), would be a very bad thing.
But that's entirelly irrelevant to the current use of the term, which relates purely to the time after William of Orange, it has no connection with the original Celtic god.
You might as well say it is ironic that Christians worship on a Sunday, which is named after the ancientt Sun god.
Begging your pardon (and ignoring the conflation of Christ with Sun gods in early Romano-Christian history); I think the comparison might be more apt if a group of Christians worshipped on Thursday, a day named after Thor, so named themselves Thursians.
Personally, I would find that ironic - perhaps it's that extra step of actually naming yourself after the deity.
However, your mileage may vary.
On a related note, I find it somewhat amusing that many Christians (in my experience) would term saying "Christ" as blasphemy, and think of it as something akin to a surname - not knowing it as the transliteration of the simple Greek "Christos" (Saviour)
Exactly. One doesn't blame the mail service because one has sent out invites for spammers to send spam letters.
Facebook enables you to keep in touch with those you want to keep in touch with. If you are finding that those you friend send more trash than value, there is a simple answer:
Don’t friend them.
Seriously, if you don't want to spend time listening to drivel - you would avoid the drivelers - not cut off your ears (well, I hope not).
Caveat emptor: If you end up with no friends, it is likely a statement on your standards, or your choice of acquaintances.
Indeed, and the title is older than the English word "orange" itself. This was introduced to English in the early 1500's (just in time for Shakespeare to complain its lack of rhyme...), and is termed after the name for the fruit. Prior to this, the colour was "geoluhread" (yellow-red). Note, we don't call it "carrot", as (yellow-red) carrots were developed in the 1700s.
Now, the house of Orange comes from the city, originally "Arausio", in southern France. This was named for the local Celtic water God of the same name.
Being Irish, I admit I find it somewhat ironic that the "Orange-men" are originally termed for a pagan, Celtic god...
I heard an interview with Pratchett on the radio (Ireland). He stated that the singular tragedy was this: The guy in this film had to cut short his life while he could still enjoy it, for this very reason.
He had to travel, and to end his existence, while still lucid and still capable.
All for fear he would reach a point of no return, and no hope of exit.
Don't read this if you are a (non-tech) manager. It might contradict the self-evident truth that the cloud really is up in the sky, managed by security conscious fairies and run on pixie dust.
Then again, I'm likely posting on the wrong site here...
I am in the strange situation of having visited a dentist today (first time in 10 years, erp), having followed the advice of online reviews. They were excellent.
Back to your post: OK, the dentist* has a set waiver form.
There is NOTHING stopping you (barring pain) refusing to sign (or even, as writings are relatively anonymous, say that you had). When they ask you to leave, you write up a scathing review that they refused to treat you despite appointments; speak of their useless, defensive service; and state how you were shown the door when you refused to waive your right to judiciously review their service. You give it 0 stars or what have you - and cast doubt on any positive ratings anyone else gives.
I know where I would not go if I read that review.
Also, as you have specifically stated you have not signed their "all my writings belong to dentist" clause, they cannot ask that it be taken down.
Obviously, my opinion... Argue as you will.
*After six years of a PhD, I rankle at calling Bachelor's of Medicine "Doctors", let alone giving tooth drillers that title. Not that I would mention it in the chair...
All you need is a whole load of Sellotape (Scotch-tape for you Americans) (and some deuterium).
Everyone (well, Slashdot readers) knows that peeling Sellotape produces x-rays, so get some industrial sized sheets of Sellotape, probably at least a few layers. While peeling, aim your Sellotape at some material why only needs low energies to induce a photonuclear reaction (deuterium, beryllium perhaps).
Some might say that those might need gamma rays, but those are only high energy X-rays, so shake your Sellotape fast, and you'll increase the frequency nicely.
Interesting stuff, and much more fascinating than repellent. Full marks to the Trinity College students who take you through each exhibit - their enthusiasm added a lot to the experience, particularly for one grounded in engineering rather than life sciences. One of the more interesting pieces was related to the piezoelectric properties of bone. The artist had taken cow bones and turned them into (rather inefficient) speakers.
Hearing "Old MacDonald had a Bone" played from a cow's femur was an, ahem, unique experience.
Apt. This means 'Red Island' in Irish, so Red Island in a Red sand sea, on a Red planet...
I believe there is a slight misspelling though - this should be 'Oilean Ruadh' (no 'i' in Ruadh, though I haven't figured out how to put fadas over a's on Slashdot.)
Well, along with pretty much everyone else from Ireland, I have studied the modern language for 14 years. That being said, it is not used for daily conversation outside of very limited areas (the Gaelteacht). Back at the time of the Anglo-Saxon invasions, the language here would have been Old Irish - which was quite a bit more arcane and complex (well - at least according to the little I have seen of it), though certainly recognisable.
In Britain, Brythonic would have been spoken - which would be much closer to modern day Welsh (Britain was likely settled through France, and Ireland through Spain at perhaps 350 BC- the Celtic language had diverged earlier yet).
Trace it back, and you get earlier peoples in the Isles, conquered or assimilated. These had their own cultures, languages and monuments (Newgrange is over 5 thousand years old, and is older than the Pyramids). These too are lost - remembered only as Formorians, Firbolg, or Milesians.
Now the Welsh were these Britons existing in a land yet unconquered by the Saxons - indeed their very country is named by the Saxons for it (Waelas - foreigner, often a Celtic (sometimes Roman) epithet. Wallachia and Vlad have the same root). As was Cornwall (Kern Waelas - Foreigners of the Horn).
And yes, England experienced many many waves of conquest, as evidenced by our mongrel tongue. Perhaps the most remarkable part is that their relative integrity in the recent Millenium or so. The same, unfortunately, could not be said of Ireland - although in earlier years we got off lightly. Indeed, post Roman times, we were raiders too: Ever wondered why Scottish is just a version of Irish?.
I second the Imperial War Museum. For bonus geek points, the building in which it is housed used to be Bedlam.
Two other, slightly less well known places:
Hunterian Museum at the royal college of surgeons - incredible array of medical curiosities.
The Wallace Collection - Incredible array of art and armour housed in a splendidly ostentatious yet intimate townhouse. One Sunday a month, the rooms are lit candlelight.
For a Cthulhuesque experience, you can trace the two halves of Babbage's Brain
(*spoiler* one is in the science museum, the other the Hunterian)
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There was a BIG speed improvement at iOS 4.2, if I am not mistaken. Still doesn't bring you to the 3.x speeds, but at least the apps are compatible.
I think most of the slowdown was due to the search functionality being screwed up (searchlight?). Turning this off made the phone semi-useable. Still, Apple had to be informed of this by users who figured it out (deny the problem... maybe it'll go away?)
Speaking from experience: I had a less-than-a-year-old iPhone 3g, which got semi-bricked when I installed the iOS 4 update last summer (stated as compatible, as in Vista-compatible).
At the time, I was able to downgrade back to a previous iOS release; but, being unable to call even emergency numbers for minutes (oh, if the phone didn't crash entirely) until they fixed their memory-hogging, badly written OS months later (iOS 4.2), would be a very bad thing.
But that's entirelly irrelevant to the current use of the term, which relates purely to the time after William of Orange, it has no connection with the original Celtic god.
You might as well say it is ironic that Christians worship on a Sunday, which is named after the ancientt Sun god.
Begging your pardon (and ignoring the conflation of Christ with Sun gods in early Romano-Christian history); I think the comparison might be more apt if a group of Christians worshipped on Thursday, a day named after Thor, so named themselves Thursians.
Personally, I would find that ironic - perhaps it's that extra step of actually naming yourself after the deity.
However, your mileage may vary.
On a related note, I find it somewhat amusing that many Christians (in my experience) would term saying "Christ" as blasphemy, and think of it as something akin to a surname - not knowing it as the transliteration of the simple Greek "Christos" (Saviour)
Exactly. One doesn't blame the mail service because one has sent out invites for spammers to send spam letters.
Facebook enables you to keep in touch with those you want to keep in touch with. If you are finding that those you friend send more trash than value, there is a simple answer:
Don’t friend them.
Seriously, if you don't want to spend time listening to drivel - you would avoid the drivelers - not cut off your ears (well, I hope not).
Caveat emptor: If you end up with no friends, it is likely a statement on your standards, or your choice of acquaintances.
Indeed, and the title is older than the English word "orange" itself. This was introduced to English in the early 1500's (just in time for Shakespeare to complain its lack of rhyme...), and is termed after the name for the fruit. Prior to this, the colour was "geoluhread" (yellow-red). Note, we don't call it "carrot", as (yellow-red) carrots were developed in the 1700s.
Now, the house of Orange comes from the city, originally "Arausio", in southern France. This was named for the local Celtic water God of the same name.
Being Irish, I admit I find it somewhat ironic that the "Orange-men" are originally termed for a pagan, Celtic god...
If you try it and don't like it, you can always say "that burger was shit!" :-P
I heard an interview with Pratchett on the radio (Ireland). He stated that the singular tragedy was this: The guy in this film had to cut short his life while he could still enjoy it, for this very reason.
He had to travel, and to end his existence, while still lucid and still capable.
All for fear he would reach a point of no return, and no hope of exit.
Don't read this if you are a (non-tech) manager. It might contradict the self-evident truth that the cloud really is up in the sky, managed by security conscious fairies and run on pixie dust.
Then again, I'm likely posting on the wrong site here...
I wonder how he'll deal with all the prior art... I mean, we're talking tens of thousands of years here.
It would be freaking hilarious if they granted it, and he went around suing all the Churches...
Please, please, please...
Which is going to help mountains in Belgium...
Hell, orange carrots were only developed back in the 1700's.
That's why we call "orange" after oranges (oranges were introduced to England in the 1500's - before that the colour was yellow-red)
Looks like we Irish are going to be screwed again...
We have "black pudding" here in Ireland. It's blood sausage.
Back in the old days, when a family would have a potato patch and a pig, they would bleed the pig, mix it with some oats, and eat the sausage.
Family gets protein, pig lives.
I am in the strange situation of having visited a dentist today (first time in 10 years, erp), having followed the advice of online reviews. They were excellent.
Back to your post: OK, the dentist* has a set waiver form.
There is NOTHING stopping you (barring pain) refusing to sign (or even, as writings are relatively anonymous, say that you had). When they ask you to leave, you write up a scathing review that they refused to treat you despite appointments; speak of their useless, defensive service; and state how you were shown the door when you refused to waive your right to judiciously review their service. You give it 0 stars or what have you - and cast doubt on any positive ratings anyone else gives.
I know where I would not go if I read that review.
Also, as you have specifically stated you have not signed their "all my writings belong to dentist" clause, they cannot ask that it be taken down.
Obviously, my opinion... Argue as you will.
*After six years of a PhD, I rankle at calling Bachelor's of Medicine "Doctors", let alone giving tooth drillers that title. Not that I would mention it in the chair...
All you need is a whole load of Sellotape (Scotch-tape for you Americans) (and some deuterium).
Everyone (well, Slashdot readers) knows that peeling Sellotape produces x-rays, so get some industrial sized sheets of Sellotape, probably at least a few layers. While peeling, aim your Sellotape at some material why only needs low energies to induce a photonuclear reaction (deuterium, beryllium perhaps).
Some might say that those might need gamma rays, but those are only high energy X-rays, so shake your Sellotape fast, and you'll increase the frequency nicely.
And voila: Neutrons!
The rest is just details
Turns out most spam is written by e e cummings.
Who'd have thought it?
I visited this exhibition last night.
Interesting stuff, and much more fascinating than repellent. Full marks to the Trinity College students who take you through each exhibit - their enthusiasm added a lot to the experience, particularly for one grounded in engineering rather than life sciences. One of the more interesting pieces was related to the piezoelectric properties of bone. The artist had taken cow bones and turned them into (rather inefficient) speakers.
Hearing "Old MacDonald had a Bone" played from a cow's femur was an, ahem, unique experience.
Apt. This means 'Red Island' in Irish, so Red Island in a Red sand sea, on a Red planet... I believe there is a slight misspelling though - this should be 'Oilean Ruadh' (no 'i' in Ruadh, though I haven't figured out how to put fadas over a's on Slashdot.)
European. The African pigeon beat broadband last year. Early pigeon protocol (PP) trials were also spearheaded in the States last year.
Going by the last time Slashdot reported this, it's 4,000 km. Or 2,500 miles, as Slashdot-units were imperial way back in 2004...
This is a story from 2004, though it keeps popping up in the "most read" list on BBC news. Also, it was reported on Slashdot 6 years ago.
Well, along with pretty much everyone else from Ireland, I have studied the modern language for 14 years. That being said, it is not used for daily conversation outside of very limited areas (the Gaelteacht). Back at the time of the Anglo-Saxon invasions, the language here would have been Old Irish - which was quite a bit more arcane and complex (well - at least according to the little I have seen of it), though certainly recognisable.
In Britain, Brythonic would have been spoken - which would be much closer to modern day Welsh (Britain was likely settled through France, and Ireland through Spain at perhaps 350 BC- the Celtic language had diverged earlier yet).
Trace it back, and you get earlier peoples in the Isles, conquered or assimilated. These had their own cultures, languages and monuments (Newgrange is over 5 thousand years old, and is older than the Pyramids). These too are lost - remembered only as Formorians, Firbolg, or Milesians.
Now the Welsh were these Britons existing in a land yet unconquered by the Saxons - indeed their very country is named by the Saxons for it (Waelas - foreigner, often a Celtic (sometimes Roman) epithet. Wallachia and Vlad have the same root). As was Cornwall (Kern Waelas - Foreigners of the Horn).
And yes, England experienced many many waves of conquest, as evidenced by our mongrel tongue. Perhaps the most remarkable part is that their relative integrity in the recent Millenium or so. The same, unfortunately, could not be said of Ireland - although in earlier years we got off lightly. Indeed, post Roman times, we were raiders too: Ever wondered why Scottish is just a version of Irish?.
The other half, as I might have mentioned elsewhere, is in the Hunterian Museum
I second the Imperial War Museum. For bonus geek points, the building in which it is housed used to be Bedlam.
Two other, slightly less well known places:
Hunterian Museum at the royal college of surgeons - incredible array of medical curiosities.
The Wallace Collection - Incredible array of art and armour housed in a splendidly ostentatious yet intimate townhouse. One Sunday a month, the rooms are lit candlelight.
For a Cthulhuesque experience, you can trace the two halves of Babbage's Brain
(*spoiler* one is in the science museum, the other the Hunterian)