When the Beatles got their shiny trinkets alot of the old guard threatened to send theirs back. I guess it'd be to much to hope for but the sound of metal in the queen's mail-box would be more appropriate today.
As others here have mentioned, it might have been nixed for esthetic reasons. The innards might have been designed somewhat independently of the case. Could be we'll see a different looking mini later with this feature. I would be a shame to punch a hole through this thing, and I guess Jobs would feel the same way.
The danger of chest-beating notwithstanding, I published
a volume of poetry
in Norway in -96 called "The Cement Garden" using aggressively contemporary
imagery
and quite a bit of "sci-fi-y" stuff too.
Problem is the sci-fi-y stuff is pretty much untranslatable
due to the quite
complicated verse.
Anyway I'll just throw out two of the "contemporary" ones
to show that one can
make poetry that is not about an English 18 century meadow but set in modern
technological
life, and is NOT a limerick or light verse.
The Wild Side
Lou Reed in Brooklyn, 1978;
Sniffing powder-dope and talking piss
on CD-tracks that fix the date
of unrenocicating "Fuck all this!"
A microscopic hieroglyph maybe -
a plastic-haiku lit by laser-light,
illumined sparks of noise we cannot see,
but still comes through the speakers all too bright.
The rancid words are just a show,
a twisted exclamation mark -
the boy onstage who reads them knows
he still is frightened of the dark,
and blinks in spots of white-hot speed
and pulls the same joke as Lou Reed.
Remote Control
Remote-control will guide me through
the channels of pale electric blue,
through frequencies forever stuck
in all encompassing, final "Fuck!"
and heroes never draws as fast
as remote-control that flicks me past.
Real and fictitious pieces of life
(much like the words in this poem I write),
to outweigh all the deaths you've seen
in the radiance of the TV-screen,
stubborn advertisement-flicks
divided by a simple click,
and where your face's forever free
from pixel-old-age on TV.
But the heavy bomber that slowly soars
in a movie (from who knows what war),
reminds me of the deepest fear:
There's no control, remote or near.
I think there must be a shadowy cabal of Freemasons, Knight Templars, Rosicrucians,
Okrana, CIA and The World Health Organization behind KDE, bent on emplying it in
a neffarious plot for wold dommination; and Miguel is their paid opperative...
Bruce, I remember seeing a quote, atributed to you, that the movie "Titanic" was 194
minutes, and they could have lost 194 minutes from that. Anyway it sounds like
something you might say. My question is: Are there any so called "chick-flix" you
really liked, and could you picture yourself one day playing let's say in a
Merchant-Ivory movie of something by Henry James? (Or Shakespeare's Richard III starring
Bruce Campbell! Wouldn't that be a hoot?)
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Just wanted to give you pat on the back for helping to keep BeOS/Haiku alive. Live long and prosper, dude!
But who's your money on in a twelve round rumble between a Tiger and something that goes "Moo"?
Consider yourself filtered out.
Have a nice day.
When the Beatles got their shiny trinkets alot of the old guard threatened to send theirs back. I guess it'd be to much to hope for but the sound of metal in the queen's mail-box would be more appropriate today.
As others here have mentioned, it might have been nixed for esthetic reasons. The innards might have been designed somewhat independently of the case. Could be we'll see a different looking mini later with this feature. I would be a shame to punch a hole through this thing, and I guess Jobs would feel the same way.
The danger of chest-beating notwithstanding, I published a volume of poetry
in Norway in -96 called "The Cement Garden" using aggressively contemporary imagery
and quite a bit of "sci-fi-y" stuff too.
Problem is the sci-fi-y stuff is pretty much untranslatable due to the quite
complicated verse.
Anyway I'll just throw out two of the "contemporary" ones to show that one can
make poetry that is not about an English 18 century meadow but set in modern technological
life, and is NOT a limerick or light verse.
The Wild Side
Lou Reed in Brooklyn, 1978;
Sniffing powder-dope and talking piss
on CD-tracks that fix the date
of unrenocicating "Fuck all this!"
A microscopic hieroglyph maybe -
a plastic-haiku lit by laser-light,
illumined sparks of noise we cannot see,
but still comes through the speakers all too bright.
The rancid words are just a show,
a twisted exclamation mark -
the boy onstage who reads them knows
he still is frightened of the dark,
and blinks in spots of white-hot speed
and pulls the same joke as Lou Reed.
Remote Control
Remote-control will guide me through
the channels of pale electric blue,
through frequencies forever stuck
in all encompassing, final "Fuck!"
and heroes never draws as fast
as remote-control that flicks me past.
Real and fictitious pieces of life
(much like the words in this poem I write),
to outweigh all the deaths you've seen
in the radiance of the TV-screen,
stubborn advertisement-flicks
divided by a simple click,
and where your face's forever free
from pixel-old-age on TV.
But the heavy bomber that slowly soars
in a movie (from who knows what war),
reminds me of the deepest fear:
There's no control, remote or near.
Wouldn't this fly in the face of them distributing ng Linux themselves under the GPL?
I think there must be a shadowy cabal of Freemasons, Knight Templars, Rosicrucians,
Okrana, CIA and The World Health Organization behind KDE, bent on emplying it in
a neffarious plot for wold dommination; and Miguel is their paid opperative...
I think it's the only POSSIBLE explanation.
Bruce, I remember seeing a quote, atributed to you, that the movie "Titanic" was 194
minutes, and they could have lost 194 minutes from that. Anyway it sounds like
something you might say. My question is: Are there any so called "chick-flix" you
really liked, and could you picture yourself one day playing let's say in a
Merchant-Ivory movie of something by Henry James? (Or Shakespeare's Richard III starring
Bruce Campbell! Wouldn't that be a hoot?)