Tech support should learn that hardware routers are their friends, and support Linksys and Netgear systems. The homogeniety and simplicity of these systems put Windows to shame.
e-mail, the application that launched the digital information revolution.
I totally disagree with this.
It wasn't until the early 1990s, when the world wide web appeared, that the internet gained popular usage. My theory is that it was when Mosaic made the internet look pretty, that the general public took notice.
Duh. It wasn't e-mail, it wasn't the Web.
It was telnet.
Look at the RFCs. Before the WWW, telnet and proposed extensions to telnet comprised the majority of RFCs.
Just about every TCP service can be negotiated through a telnet connection to the applicable port.
Not to mention the utility of telnet: I'm here and my computer is there...
login:_
There could be the same room or another continent. That's (telnet|ssh).
One of the climactic points of Neal Stephenson's novel Cryptonomicon has Randy Waterhouse sitting on the roof of his car and opening a chain of telnet connections from his laptop to Kinakuta, to laundry.org, and to the Ordo building across the street, 20,000 miles to nuke a disk drive 200' away. Not e-mail, not ftp, not the Web. Telnet.
E-mail will always be a channel for trivial information. Important things always warrant a phone call, a visit, a telex or telegram, a registered letter, a FedEx, or a process server. E-mail is a notch below fax, even.
Scenario 1. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim doesn't buy the CD. Death Band gains $0, Jim loses $0, Jim has no Death Band music.
Scenario 2. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim copies Death Band's CD from a friend. Death Band gains $0 and loses $0, Jim loses $0, Jim rocks out to his newly-acquired Death Band music all day.
Scenario 3. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim Schoolboy gets a fucking job instead of expecting a fucking free lunch. Death Band gains $10, Jim now has plenty of extra money to buy weed and beer and more Death Band CDs, and Alan Greenspan dances around the room singing "Productivity! Creating wealth! I have a chubby!".
Notice how in Scenario 3 Alan Greenspan has a chubby. That's good for the economy.
Slashdot columnist Jon Katz was apoplectic. "The band's efforts to identify and intimidate 335,435 fans and Napster users for alleged copyright violations are a shock." A shock to whom? The need to collect actual names is spelled out clearly in the DMCA, which Katz, who's been writing about the Internet for close to a decade, must surely be familiar with. Either that, or he convincingly feigned ignorance as he heated up the rhetoric: "Urge everyone you know to [boycott the band] until Metallica calls off its legal Rottweillers, [and] leaves kids downloading music alone." (Apparently "kids" are now immune to copyright laws.) Katz also insisted Metallica, by complying with Napster's request to ID alleged copyright infringers, was "challenging the ability of others to move freely and privately about the Net."
A published author whose latest book, "Geeks," was optioned for six figures by New Line Cinema, Katz seems unconcerned about musicians' rights and royalties. The day after the initial injunction against Napster, Katz told Rollingstone.com, "to take this privilege away from this generation is a loss of a right." (Emphasis mine.)
Everyone who uses Macs has such a collection of funk, for the most part. I have an SE/30, a Powerbook 100, a Duo 210, a Quadra 610, and a B&W G3. The really sad thing? I have them all on an ethernet network in my house.
I got you beat:
512k Mac
Mac Plus (found in the neighbor's trash)
IIcx
Classic II
Quadra 700
Quadra 950
7200/75
The Quadra 700 is an Appletalk/Ethernet bridge serving all except the 512k, which still boots System 3.2 from a 400k floppy.
Anyway, what's the use of running *nix on a Mac? If you can't run Photoshop, Illustrator, Quark, Director, or ElectricImage on it, what's the point?
Streaming 3D over the 'net -- maybe VRML that doesn't suck?
NTT had a great package a couple of years ago: Interspace. It was a multi-user system with embedded chat, audio, and video; avatars with faces; drop-in 3DStudio objects; an event-handling scripting language based on XLISP;.jpg and.tga textures with alpha channel support for.tga.
It beat the living crap out of VRML. Unfortunately, it depended on DirectX on the client side.
Don't know what happened to it, but it was pretty sweet while it lasted.
Yes, the artists themselves have important rights, butSMACK!
Stop right there.
Yes, the writers themselves have important rights, but
Yes, the programmers themselves have important rights, but
Of course, we know that as soon as a musician picks up an instrument for the first time, they become filthy rich drug-addled perverts. So enjoy the fruits of their labor, guilt-free.
Second, why should musicians ever give up actually playing in front of audiences? I love live music. One of the most interesting performances I have ever heard was a little-known band jamming with a friend of mine after a show one night. Three very talented guitarists doing things with the music that required all three of them. It wouldn't have happened in a studio. Okay, few musicians make a living performing live, but it is another part of the equation.
Fuck live performance. I'm sick of it.
At the lowest rung of the ladder, you're playing some tiny shithole, surrounded by drunks. The more popular you get, the more drunks and druggies come to see you.
At the highest level, you're trapped in the Enormodome with the sound crew, the video crew, the riggers, the steel crew, the vendors, etc. The place sounds like shit because it was designed for sports, not your fucking tender songs about loss and sorrow. After playing 60 of these concrete toilets in 70 days, you're considered lucky if you break even or there are no lawsuits pending over injured or dead concertgoers.
In between, it's just the same shit, different scale.
In the studio, however, I can come and go as I please. The assistant engineer makes a nice cup of coffee. When I sing I'm not dodging the pills and panties that the front-row sluts throw on stage. It doesn't have to sound like I'm playing inside a concrete toilet unless I want it to.
So, tell me why I have to play in front of a herd to make money?
I remember a big fuss in my high school because some organization studied high-schoolers and came up with this figure : 60% of US kids (that was in '95) cannot find Florida on a map of their country. Now that's an easy one... I guess most Europeans know that Florida is that small penis-like peninsula (forgive my spell. on this) in the South-east. Now I'd like to see the figures for Nebraska !!!
"Florida? That's America's WANG!" -- Homer Simpson
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Tech support should learn that hardware routers are their friends, and support Linksys and Netgear systems. The homogeniety and simplicity of these systems put Windows to shame.
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Duh. It wasn't e-mail, it wasn't the Web.
It was telnet.
Look at the RFCs. Before the WWW, telnet and proposed extensions to telnet comprised the majority of RFCs.
Just about every TCP service can be negotiated through a telnet connection to the applicable port.
Not to mention the utility of telnet: I'm here and my computer is there...
login:_
There could be the same room or another continent. That's (telnet|ssh).
One of the climactic points of Neal Stephenson's novel Cryptonomicon has Randy Waterhouse sitting on the roof of his car and opening a chain of telnet connections from his laptop to Kinakuta, to laundry.org, and to the Ordo building across the street, 20,000 miles to nuke a disk drive 200' away. Not e-mail, not ftp, not the Web. Telnet.
E-mail will always be a channel for trivial information. Important things always warrant a phone call, a visit, a telex or telegram, a registered letter, a FedEx, or a process server. E-mail is a notch below fax, even.
Telnet. That's my choice for killer app.
Maj. Kong, USAF (Ret.)
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Mac.
Since 1990. Just keep adding video cards. I had three hanging off a Quadra 950, plus an NTSC monitor. And that was five years ago.
Kong
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I remember when you had to go to Jenni's house to watch her fuck.
Kong
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Actually, Hiawatha Bray is a male.
Then again, I've only seen his picture in the Boston Globe once, so maybe they were trolling.
He wasn't that bad as Simpson Garfinkle's faithful black sidekick. The Globe needs some comic relief.
Kong
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Scenario 1. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim doesn't buy the CD. Death Band gains $0, Jim loses $0, Jim has no Death Band music.
Scenario 2. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim copies Death Band's CD from a friend. Death Band gains $0 and loses $0, Jim loses $0, Jim rocks out to his newly-acquired Death Band music all day.
Scenario 3. Jim Schoolboy has $6. Death Band's new CD costs $10. Jim Schoolboy gets a fucking job instead of expecting a fucking free lunch. Death Band gains $10, Jim now has plenty of extra money to buy weed and beer and more Death Band CDs, and Alan Greenspan dances around the room singing "Productivity! Creating wealth! I have a chubby!".
Notice how in Scenario 3 Alan Greenspan has a chubby. That's good for the economy.
Kong
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Playing both sides, Jon?
Kong
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I got you beat:
The Quadra 700 is an Appletalk/Ethernet bridge serving all except the 512k, which still boots System 3.2 from a 400k floppy.
Anyway, what's the use of running *nix on a Mac? If you can't run Photoshop, Illustrator, Quark, Director, or ElectricImage on it, what's the point?
Kong
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Eat the rich. The poor are tough and stringy.
Opinions are like assholes. Everyone's got one and they all stink.
Keep snagging those free tunes. After all, if everyone does it how can it be wrong?
Kong
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NTT had a great package a couple of years ago: Interspace. It was a multi-user system with embedded chat, audio, and video; avatars with faces; drop-in 3DStudio objects; an event-handling scripting language based on XLISP;
It beat the living crap out of VRML. Unfortunately, it depended on DirectX on the client side.
Don't know what happened to it, but it was pretty sweet while it lasted.
Kong
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Stop right there.
Of course, we know that as soon as a musician picks up an instrument for the first time, they become filthy rich drug-addled perverts. So enjoy the fruits of their labor, guilt-free.
Kong
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Wow! You can actually see the Slashdot Effect! Kewl!
K.
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What was up with all those water filters you guys used to sell?
K.
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BMI and ASCAP administer performance royalties. But you need to get clearance from the Harry Fox Agency or directly from the publisher.
K.
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Fuck live performance. I'm sick of it.
At the lowest rung of the ladder, you're playing some tiny shithole, surrounded by drunks. The more popular you get, the more drunks and druggies come to see you.
At the highest level, you're trapped in the Enormodome with the sound crew, the video crew, the riggers, the steel crew, the vendors, etc. The place sounds like shit because it was designed for sports, not your fucking tender songs about loss and sorrow. After playing 60 of these concrete toilets in 70 days, you're considered lucky if you break even or there are no lawsuits pending over injured or dead concertgoers.
In between, it's just the same shit, different scale.
In the studio, however, I can come and go as I please. The assistant engineer makes a nice cup of coffee. When I sing I'm not dodging the pills and panties that the front-row sluts throw on stage. It doesn't have to sound like I'm playing inside a concrete toilet unless I want it to.
So, tell me why I have to play in front of a herd to make money?
K.
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"Florida? That's America's WANG!" -- Homer Simpson
K.
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