I agree: plenty of size for what the projected use would need. (Though I'm sure most kids can find ways to use whatever space you provide them + n.
Another thing to look at is the ease of repair. I'd much rather replace a CF chip than a hard drive, wouldn't y'all?
The upgrade path would be a bit cheaper as well, one would think.
I have to say, I like the whole idea of giving a bunch of cheap, limited hardware to kids (regardless of socioeconomic status). I have visions of the Genius Colonists in Fredrick Pohl's Starburst "sliding the board across the floor". (A reference to a psychological experiment where groups of kids were given lengths of rope and two boards and asked to cross a room from point-to-point without touching the floor. Of course the kids all tie the ropes to the front of the boards and use them like skis to shuffle across the room. Then they are given a rope and one board. The kids do the same thing, except they stand sideways and use their hips to effect the sliding motion - the funny thing is, it's always faster to use one board and one rope, but no one ever tries it until the 'extra' rope and board are removed from the plenum.:-)
Of course, one could consider Rumsfeld's 'experiment' in supply, deployment and maintenance funds in Iraq as a nice collary.
If you damned kids would get off your asses and start doing something besides playing video games then we wouldn't be loosing our jobs to the danged Chinese!
Try giving a deep, suculent "yard of tongue down your throat" soul kiss to the suspected troll. Watch in the closet door mirror: If their spine lights up IT'S A CYLON! FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN! Otherwise it's probably a troll.
If you want to go ahead and have sex with the Cylon before you run, that's your business.
I don't think many schools get money from the KKK... although this guy I knew in middle school did have to go to KKK summer camp in Florida one year. Scaaaarrry dad Doyle had.
All too true. For years I had planned on making a couple of "bug-out bags" for my spouse and I to keep in our cars and one for the house. The bags would contain light sleeping bags, batteries, crank lights and radios, "Iron Rations" several rolls of quarters, some spending cash, bottle of bleach, "dog antibiotics", phone numbers of all and sundry and brace of water purification tablets and hiker-style filtration systems. When the planes hit the towers I was forcibly reminded and resolved to gather the needed items... and again when Katrina hit... and I have about half of it.:-/
I live in a flood zone (my house was in up to the second story in 1937), and yet without the terror looming over on me, the sensible, simple preparations keep getting pushed to the back of the burner.
I paid $6.00 for breakfast at Hardees this morning. I could have bought almost a weeks worth of water purification tablets for that.
I'm sure Mr. B is not particularly worried about overpaying for that land. (Compared to farm and cattle land in say, Ohio that is some dirt-cheap dirt!)
That is the best reason for rich - sliding over obstacles to your wild-ass goals on a thin film of filthy, filthy lucre.:-)
It sure is handy! One can actually get decent advice from at least one O'Reilly book author who posts pretty regularly. It's very low-noise and calm. I have never seen a RTFM.:-)
... is the sound of Comedy Central's head leaving it's corporate sphincter. Now if only if the rest of the sountrack was "Constipation Blues" by Screamin' Jay Hawkins, my day would be complete.
Just last week I just took a sunny trip from Seattle down 101 to Portland (college buddy's wedding + vacation). My spouse and I were both shaking our heads at the abundance of speed-limit-driving, turn-signal using, let-you-ining, smiling, waving humans from all socioeconomic groups populating the highways. For folks used to the NASCARphilic, carpet-chewing arsetulip driving in southern indiana it was like floating on a cloud of soft, soft boobies.
We rented a Yurt in a state park on the beach. We were agog at the cleanliness of the Yurt and the Shower/Restrooms. The next morning we woke up to find the state employees briskly, yet serenely raking the gravel in the driveways in front of the other Yurts. They stopped for a second to exchange pleasantries and coo over my daughter, then returned to work without a sigh, eyeroll or snide comment. Abubhbuhbuh?
It was like we had wormholed our way into a world populated by enthusiastically miscegenating swiss hoteliers, japanese gardners, appalachian philosopher-lawyers (think Atticus Finch with a bong) and mexican day-laborers all happily guzzling good coffee.
One drawback that kept us from trying to find work and stay: Greatful Dead on the radio. *shudder*
So yes, I think perhaps folks there know how to drive. Civilization is pretty neat!
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I don't see how Forth users are more opinionated in their meta-moderation than C# or Python users.
These folks are already burning cow dung, so I doubt if there is a net gain in local pollution. I wonder if one can cook on these things too? It'd be kind of cool if there was a nice griddle above the piston on the stirling engine.:-)
That was Truth. A particular kind of Truth that makes me want to pee on your teeth (and the teeth of your ilk) like a moo-cow on your mammaw's gravestone, but nontheless: The Truth.
I just (seriously) got hired today for a hardware tech job at a venerable manufacturer here in my hometown. I told the guy in the course of the interview about:
a) My preference for second shift so I can spend mornings with my new daughter. b) Old, worn-out crap that I nursed along for years at various places. c) Scripts I wrote and methods I figured out at my last happy hardware tech job.
My question was "can I look around at the line?" Answer: Subject changed (dude was in a hurry, I think)
I did not wedge my nose in his arse and cackle "How did you get this great job with it's attendant power and prestige? Wow! Was that a bran muffin with Egg Beaters(tm) you had for breakfast! Sure smells just as good in it's gas phase now as it must have tasted going in. Sir."
I hope you enjoyed my candor as much as I enjoyed yours.
Google has a long way to go to match the breadth, depth, and richness of Yahoo's portal.
Do bidness people actually read things like this and nod sagely? I nearly filled my pants with pop rocks and danced tee hee in the vinegar of uncontrolled glee when I first saw google's interface. It was getting away from the breadth, depth, and richness of Yahoo's portal that made google so wonderful. That and you could actually find what you are looking for without three pages of Hot Wet Sluts Get(ting) What They Deserve(d).
Now if I can just figure out why base won't take my 3 meg xml conversion of my company's parts database... Hmmmm...
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I would also point out that the only businesses that don't care about technology are ... Well hell, I can't think of any.
... or maybe just collapse Jupiter. How else are you going to keep that cloud of computronium fed? Sheesh.
I agree: plenty of size for what the projected use would need. (Though I'm sure most kids can find ways to use whatever space you provide them + n.
:-)
Another thing to look at is the ease of repair. I'd much rather replace a CF chip than a hard drive, wouldn't y'all?
The upgrade path would be a bit cheaper as well, one would think.
I have to say, I like the whole idea of giving a bunch of cheap, limited hardware to kids (regardless of socioeconomic status). I have visions of the Genius Colonists in Fredrick Pohl's Starburst "sliding the board across the floor". (A reference to a psychological experiment where groups of kids were given lengths of rope and two boards and asked to cross a room from point-to-point without touching the floor. Of course the kids all tie the ropes to the front of the boards and use them like skis to shuffle across the room. Then they are given a rope and one board. The kids do the same thing, except they stand sideways and use their hips to effect the sliding motion - the funny thing is, it's always faster to use one board and one rope, but no one ever tries it until the 'extra' rope and board are removed from the plenum.
Of course, one could consider Rumsfeld's 'experiment' in supply, deployment and maintenance funds in Iraq as a nice collary.
If you damned kids would get off your asses and start doing something besides playing video games then we wouldn't be loosing our jobs to the danged Chinese!
Heh. Just sold a cat in Texas a nice aluminum-head LT-1 for his conversion. I asked him to please have his wife forward any funeral notices.
Try giving a deep, suculent "yard of tongue down your throat" soul kiss to the suspected troll. Watch in the closet door mirror: If their spine lights up IT'S A CYLON! FOR GOD'S SAKE RUN! Otherwise it's probably a troll.
If you want to go ahead and have sex with the Cylon before you run, that's your business.
I don't think many schools get money from the KKK ... although this guy I knew in middle school did have to go to KKK summer camp in Florida one year. Scaaaarrry dad Doyle had.
*pow* Nail in the board in one hit!
Generally it looks like Michelle Trachtenberg after the monks do that ritual thing.
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Come to think of it, if I were 17, I'd be wanting to create Michelle Trachtenberg in my basement too
back of the burner == back burner. I should have done a read of the post, firstwise.
All too true. For years I had planned on making a couple of "bug-out bags" for my spouse and I to keep in our cars and one for the house. The bags would contain light sleeping bags, batteries, crank lights and radios, "Iron Rations" several rolls of quarters, some spending cash, bottle of bleach, "dog antibiotics", phone numbers of all and sundry and brace of water purification tablets and hiker-style filtration systems. When the planes hit the towers I was forcibly reminded and resolved to gather the needed items ... and again when Katrina hit ... and I have about half of it. :-/
I live in a flood zone (my house was in up to the second story in 1937), and yet without the terror looming over on me, the sensible, simple preparations keep getting pushed to the back of the burner.
I paid $6.00 for breakfast at Hardees this morning. I could have bought almost a weeks worth of water purification tablets for that.
"Charge what the market will bear."
:-)
Alleluja.
I'm sure Mr. B is not particularly worried about overpaying for that land. (Compared to farm and cattle land in say, Ohio that is some dirt-cheap dirt!)
That is the best reason for rich - sliding over obstacles to your wild-ass goals on a thin film of filthy, filthy lucre.
It sure is handy! One can actually get decent advice from at least one O'Reilly book author who posts pretty regularly. It's very low-noise and calm. I have never seen a RTFM. :-)
One might try out Alan Gald's fine Learning to Program site. Short on pretty. Long on usefulness.
Oh, and all the thick books in the world will never help a budding python coder more than the tutor mailing list.
Just last week I just took a sunny trip from Seattle down 101 to Portland (college buddy's wedding + vacation). My spouse and I were both shaking our heads at the abundance of speed-limit-driving, turn-signal using, let-you-ining, smiling, waving humans from all socioeconomic groups populating the highways. For folks used to the NASCARphilic, carpet-chewing arsetulip driving in southern indiana it was like floating on a cloud of soft, soft boobies.
We rented a Yurt in a state park on the beach. We were agog at the cleanliness of the Yurt and the Shower/Restrooms. The next morning we woke up to find the state employees briskly, yet serenely raking the gravel in the driveways in front of the other Yurts. They stopped for a second to exchange pleasantries and coo over my daughter, then returned to work without a sigh, eyeroll or snide comment. Abubhbuhbuh?
It was like we had wormholed our way into a world populated by enthusiastically miscegenating swiss hoteliers, japanese gardners, appalachian philosopher-lawyers (think Atticus Finch with a bong) and mexican day-laborers all happily guzzling good coffee.
One drawback that kept us from trying to find work and stay: Greatful Dead on the radio. *shudder*
So yes, I think perhaps folks there know how to drive. Civilization is pretty neat!
I don't see how Forth users are more opinionated in their meta-moderation than C# or Python users.
Now LISPers, that's a different story.
... and and ugly, bemuscled guy to shave you while you lay on your back.
Greetings.
It's tralfalmadoreans, by the by.
Stephensonesque, I'm thinkin. :-)
What was in Hiro's armor? Some kind of sintered unobtanium?
These folks are already burning cow dung, so I doubt if there is a net gain in local pollution. I wonder if one can cook on these things too? It'd be kind of cool if there was a nice griddle above the piston on the stirling engine. :-)
I think he was talking about sulphates, ozone and particulates - other components of smaug besides CO2.
Of course, I may be wrong.
Strange. I was in a band called "Gilligan's Planet" (Named for the cartoon) and used to read a lot of Phillip K. Dick and I have a head.
God, man. This is creepy.
That was Truth. A particular kind of Truth that makes me want to pee on your teeth (and the teeth of your ilk) like a moo-cow on your mammaw's gravestone, but nontheless: The Truth.
I just (seriously) got hired today for a hardware tech job at a venerable manufacturer here in my hometown. I told the guy in the course of the interview about:
a) My preference for second shift so I can spend mornings with my new daughter.
b) Old, worn-out crap that I nursed along for years at various places.
c) Scripts I wrote and methods I figured out at my last happy hardware tech job.
My question was "can I look around at the line?" Answer: Subject changed (dude was in a hurry, I think)
I did not wedge my nose in his arse and cackle "How did you get this great job with it's attendant power and prestige? Wow! Was that a bran muffin with Egg Beaters(tm) you had for breakfast! Sure smells just as good in it's gas phase now as it must have tasted going in. Sir."
I hope you enjoyed my candor as much as I enjoyed yours.
Do bidness people actually read things like this and nod sagely? I nearly filled my pants with pop rocks and danced tee hee in the vinegar of uncontrolled glee when I first saw google's interface. It was getting away from the breadth, depth, and richness of Yahoo's portal that made google so wonderful. That and you could actually find what you are looking for without three pages of Hot Wet Sluts Get(ting) What They Deserve(d).
Now if I can just figure out why base won't take my 3 meg xml conversion of my company's parts database