Hah! I knew there had to be somebody around who remembered the Black Screen of Death. Swift and just punishment for loading one's ODI drivers into high memory without thinking carefully about where they might be stashed. I was just thinking I rather liked the image in Figure 4; its darkness pays homage to the original and infamous black screen.
You are exactly right, and I was being overly sarcastic. It does strike me that she's being very astute in fighting this fight. I have a better understanding of the "discovery" phase of the lawsuits after having read this thread, but I still believe the RIAA is going on fishing expeditions at the expense of folks who can ill afford to fight back.
So my hat's off to Ms. Saper however she's being compensated.
I notice in reading the.pdf version of the motion that the RIAA lawyers didn't even have the man's name right in their initial filing of the lawsuit. His own attorney had to straighten that out. I'm glad Mr. Wilke's pockets are deep enough that he can afford astute legal counsel who knows how to handle a fight like this. I suspect that's not the case for the single mothers, recently-bereaved orphans, and elderly grandparents who are the RIAA's usual prey.
It's disconcerting to think they can sue when they have no real evidence that they've been injured. I suspect they do this more often than not. Let's hope this motion succeeds and that other defendants and lawyers take note of it.
Wow. I visited your link; they even have GSA ordering. Now everyone will officially know how old I am (comparatively ancient but still kicking): I was a very young, fresh out of college, person when I was asked to sit on a committee evaluating the pro's and con's of setting up a word-processing center for our organization. I do recall the fellow from Lanier showing up to do his dog and pony show. He stated that they were using a fairly new technology that he believed would revolutionize the field. It was called (here he produced an 8" from his briefcase with a flourish) the floppy disk. That was in the Bicentennial year. We ended up going with Wang.
I'll just lean on my cane here and dodder on off. I think my new Mac may be getting here today.
But why would someone go out of their way to continue to use it? I can understand practical and pragmatic answers like "It's still functional for me" or "I just like it better and I haven't had any problems". But are there other reasons?
This guy kidnapped a young child and held her as a prisoner under his garage for eight years. I don't think we can assume that he behaved in ways the rest of us might consider normal or reasonable. Not to make light of the situation, replacing his computer was probably the last thing on his mind.
Having said that, I do agree with you that it ought to be possible for them to review whatever files are associated with the C64--a little creativity would go a long way. I can't help wondering, though, where he got/how he maintained a supply of 5 1/4" floppies. Maybe there's not much there to see.
I flew an awful lot (60-80% of my work time spent out of the office) prior to 9/11. After 9/11, when that job went belly-up, I quit traveling for business and now fly only occasionally for recreation or family needs.
My pre-9/11 experience: Often flights would be delayed. When the rest of us were seated, three or four embarrassed-looking businessmen (and yes, they were always men) would board. Their carry-ons would sport vivid orange stickers. Their common bond would be that they were not-white. They might be Black (from Africa or here--who knows), Arab, Asian, Indian (from India) or from some other not-white ethnic group. They were the ones selected for the "random" luggage checks. Only once do I recall a white person being pulled aside. It was a woman. While she was nice-looking (clean, well-dressed, middle aged, not wild-eyed), her carry on bag was a mess. I recall a hair dryer and lots of electrical wires sticking out of the top. She, too, boarded late sporting the orange sticker.
Post 9/11 I had an experience of my own. Summoned to a distant city on an emergency basis, I needed to board a plane, go fetch an elderly relative, and drive the person back to my home. That meant a one-way ticket and no checked bag; I had only a knapsack with some overnight things. I'm a white woman. I was pulled quickly from the line, thoroughly patted down by a female attendant, and had my bag gone through very thoroughly. They also wanted to chat a bit about the reasons for my trip. I didn't get an orange sticker, and I didn't make the plane late.
To me, the "random searches" were a rather odious form of profiling based on the not-whiteness of the person's complexion. They may not have been called "profiling," but that's what they were. The pre-9/11 white woman had a carry-on that made everybody suspicious, and I can't blame the security folks for wanting a closer look. As for myself, I fit a pattern that obviously set off alarms--no return ticket, no checked bag. They probably check everybody who fits that pattern regardless of their ethnicity or gender. I didn't find it too objectionable.
There has to be a way to do this without profiling people on their looks.
If they're going after profesionals, does that mean they're not going to throw a copy in with every copy of Microsoft Office they sell?
I don't see how the Web can survive without all those people adding 32K worth of incomprehensible garbage to their HTML documents each time they want to change a font color.
We started using the CFL's earlier this year simply by replacing incandescents as they burned out. So far, it's been a good experience--not great, but good. I've noted:
1) Great in the kitchen. We have six older recessed "can" lights, and the CFL's have performed well. It would possibly be better to convert to recessed halogen lights, but that's a spendy proposition. The CFL's illuminate task areas just fine.
2) Good in the living room and other reading/chatting areas. Haven't had any problems reading, and the light seems warm enough that we don't look like we live in a bus station.
3) Really good in hallways/stair areas. There's an elderly relative around, and the CFL's have done a better job than incandescents at clearly illuminating the upstairs hallway, stairwell, etc. I think this is because of the "white" quality of the light.
4) Awful in the bathroom. For some reason--maybe the light paint, glossy tiles, or mirrors--they turn you into one of the undead when you look into the mirror early in the morning. Incandescents are better here.
A couple of drawbacks we've noticed are:
1) They can make an odd noise. This seems to be a prelude to one of them going bad.
2) We seem to get an occasional bad one. That hurts due to the price.
3) They do take a while to come on. Hasn't been a problem so far except in the upstairs hallway.
I believe (but am not sure) that we're saving on electricity. Our utility company railroaded through a 72 percent increase over the next three years, so it's hard to tell at this point.
Someone I cared about died of cancer, and I've never been able to figure out what the big deal would be about providing heroin (or whatever it took) to people who are not expected to live in any case and whose last days are, quite frankly, very bad. Why do we have to worry about addicting them to drugs when their days are numbered? My understanding is that in the UK, and other places, a "cocktail" of drugs is administered that can include heroin and that provides some comfort to people in those final days.
In my own experience, the approach to administering opiates and various other "strong" drugs in hosptals here in the U.S. has changed over the past ten or twelve years. I had a rather painful illness and surgery about a dozen years ago and found myself pleading with assorted nurses for pain relief. The post-operative interval was spent in a haze of incoherent pain. Two years ago I had another illness and hospitalization, and they hooked me up to a pump which allowed me to administer the drugs to myself as I felt I needed them. My recovery was much more rapid, I was up and moving much sooner, and I regained strength and normality much faster. I also didn't require anything for pain after I was released from the hospital.
Our "war on drugs" seems to me to be full of misplaced zealotry. I guess ill and dying people are stationary targets, easier to control than the flood of illegal stuff that sometimes threatens to overwhelm us.
The administration really stood revealed a couple of years ago when Senator Waxman's (D-California) report pointed out the inaccuracies and flat-out lies encompassed in Federally-funded school programs designed to foster abstinence from sex outside of marriage.
My personal favorite is the "fact" that human beings are endowed with 48 chromosomes, 24 each from (of course lawfully wedded) Mom and Dad. I experienced a true revelation about what's been wrong with me for all these years. I only have 46 chromosomes. I seem to be missing two whole chromosomes that conservative babies have as their birthright. I suspect maybe I lost out on the homophobia chromosome and the anti-evolution chromosome. Or maybe it was the war chromosome. I'm not sure. Of course it doesn't really matter because the same scientific curriculum asserts that as a woman, I derive happiness and success from relationships, while the males of the species derive theirs from their accomplishments. So scientific accuracy probably shouldn't matter to me.
What saddens me most is the way they've debased the perfectly good word, "theory." While once it signified a set of ideas to be tested and proven or disproven, now it simply refers to something that may or may not be true.
We're funding this stuff with our tax dollars, folks. Why should it come as a surprise that they're going to want us to foot the bill for inaccurate portrayals of evolution and natural selection?
Eeuwh. Believe it or not, they can cause you many Maalox moments under certain circumstances.
Take a close look at these. If (a) you have a website, and (b) they come in pairs, or especially if they come in threes, they can be a signal that somebody is evaluating you for a bit of cross-site scripting--or worse yet, that they have you. They may look as though the sender has forged and garbled your email address--but then again, they may not look like that. Little spates of one-word messages merit a second glance. They're like the odd little sounds you might hear if someone were trying the doorknobs of your house in the middle of the night.
Your image is so funny I hate to get all serious on you. But this seems like a pretty good spot to inject a word about spaying/neutering. In addition to not adding any more unwanted puppies to the 6 million or so we already have in the US, now we can say we're providing Fido with the ultimate in protection against doggie STD's.
I think I'll hang on to my preferred umbrella. Purchased in Montreal a couple of years ago, it is of a bright rainslicker yellow and proclaims in large block letters, MERDE, IL PLEUT. I can retire beneath it to listen to my iPod or do whatever else I feel like doing. Much better.
She is unfortunately now experiencing dementia, and the loom with its interface was donated to an artists' school in North Carolina about three years ago. The company that manufactured it is still thriving--it is called AVL, and the loom is called the CompuDobby. I believe they got their start making large looms for manufacturing processes. Hers was, I suppose, a medium-sized loom, though it occupied almost an entire room in her house. It wasn't an artsy-craftsy thing but a serious piece of work. The Apple ][C is long gone, but I believe I still have several notebooks full of the patterns she devised with her home-grown software. They were intended to be printed out and followed in the traditional manner.
My recollection of the operation of the loom interface is a bit sketchy, as we lived very far apart while she had it, and I only got to see it a couple of times. As I recall it was connected to a serial port on the computer and then to a mechanical device that was in turn connected to the harnesses on the loom. (Harnesses are the square frames through which the threads of the warp are run, and the loom had sixteen of them.) The software was then provided with the desired pattern, and the correct harneses were raised in the proper sequences. The (human) weaver was responsible for sitting on the bench, throwing the shuttle, and making whatever adjustments weavers make. The harnesses are normally raised and lowered by means of foot pedals.
Hopefully this isn't either too much or too little information. The examples I have of her work are all fairly complex patterns, such as Scottish tartans, small tapestries, and textiles in a Colonial style called overshot that somewhat resembles brocade.
My Aged Mum, now in her eighties, bought the first Apple ][ ever sold in her small Southern city and shortly thereafter traded up to the ][c. She was an artist by trade. The first thing she did was to construct a couple of cables that she needed for her work (video was one that I recall). Then she sat down with the manuals, learned Applesoft BASIC, and wrote a program or two that enabled her to generate patterns for complex weaving with a large loom. Eventually she acquired an interface that allowed the Apple to actually drive the loom--it was a complicated system of switches and relays that raised and lowered the various harnesses or frames on the loom. She did all of this when she was past fifty and with no prior training at all, though she was regular in attendance at users' group meetings once a users' group was formed.
I still have (and treasure) bits of cloth of complex, intricate design, created and produced with the aid of that Apple. She truly made it an extension of herself.
A recent visit to a hospital nursery revealed that they're now equipping newborns with anti-theft devices. Sort of a cross between a LoJack and a department store anti-shoplifting tag, the device is secured around the baby's ankle and removed when parents and child leave for home. Presumably this would help in the event of an attempted abduction both by alerting people to the fact that somebody was leaving the floor with an unauthorized baby, and by allowing said baby to be tracked. It's not such a bad idea--too bad they are needed.
This is a great argument for traveling with a spouse/significant other/friend. All you need to do is ask them to fix the iPod. This works well for all sorts of other mundane chores one shouldn't perform while driving.
You don't CALL the Internet. You wait for somebody to SEND you an Internet. That usually takes about three days, and then you can send them back an answer to their Internet.
I KNOW this is true! I read right here on Slashdot, somewheres or other, about how this happened to a United States Senator who knows all there is to know about Net Neutrality and things. He waited three whole days for an Internet from one of his staff members. He must be smart--or else how did he get to be a Senator, right?
Thanks! It makes more sense now.... But, 19 years.... Laying down.... Alone.... I couldn't do it!
You've just made a pretty strong argument for setting up an advance directive, or at least talking your wishes over with someone you trust. An advance directive is a very unpleasant document because it forces you to think unpleasant thoughts. (Do I want to receive nutrition and hydration, or would I rather die quicker of thirst?) But it does get the job done in the event you can't speak for yourself.
The man described in the article has lost those 19 years. Hopefully he'll recover sufficiently to find some meaning, purpose, and enjoyment in the remainder of his life.
There are probably a million reasons why I'll get clobbered for this, but I'm going to throw caution to the winds and post it anyway:
Using the idea that utility is at least as important as beauty, I'm going to nominate my brand-new copy of NeoOffice. Why? As a single user and owner of a small business, it lets me compose, proofread, and print out a document--and then print out an envelope to mail it in. It allows me to email that same document in Word doc format to my brethren and sisteren who don't use Macs and don't have a clue as to file formats. It does all of this consistently and without any errors that I can discern. It does it without firing up a UNIX terminal emulator. It does it without my having to make my ponderous way through installing a cheap non-Postscript printer under UNIX. And it does it all for the price of the monetary donation I was delighted to contribute. It doesn't look too bad, but I wouldn't care if it was as ugly as sin.
While I can agree with your points about population increases, I believe that many cities are becoming re-urbanized. Formerly working-class or poor neighborhoods are undergoing rapid gentrification. There are many reasons for this--houses can be bought cheaply, updated, and resold for a profit. People are beginning to find it's convenient to live near where they work. If your neighborhood has been re-gentrified, the crime may be all around you, but chances are it won't be on your block.
My own city of Baltimore is a real case in point. Our neighborhood was historically made up of blue-collar workers who worked on the nearby waterfront in assorted canneries and maritime occupations. It's situated between the well-known neighborhood of Fells Point to the west, and a solidly ethnic Greek neighborhood to its east. Housing prices have skyrocketed here. Old, small rowhouses are purchased and promptly demolished in order to build the urban version of the McMansion--a house that sits on a rowhouse footprint and goes straight up, sometimes for four or five stories. (Some new homes have elevators.)
The result is a sort of urban bedroom community. The streets, shops, corner stores, bars, and restaurants are deserted during working hours. No one is out. There are no children to speak of. It doesn't foster social networking. I don't know either of my next-door neighbors, nor do I know the people in back (whose McMansions tower over and dwarf my traditional rowhouse back garden). The best way to get to know people here is to own a dog. You walk to the dog park and can become acquainted with your fellow home-office workers and the few young mothers and retirees still left here.
This is happening in neighborhoods all over town, including the "artists' colony" area where loft space used to be cheap but is now beyond the reach of the young artists. Re-gentrified urban neighborhoods are ghost towns by day and automobile-congested rolling parking lots by night. All the ills and isolation of the suburbs have followed the middle class folk who are moving back into town.
of trying to cancel my mom's account when she became too advanced in Alzheimer's to be able to use it any more.
It did take at least five minutes, involved some argument, and I resolved it by a three-front attack: (a) Aren't you ashamed to be giving me such a hard time when my mom is in such bad shape? (b) I'll resolve this myself by having her attorney contact you. (There is an attorney, but that would've cost some money.) and (c) Let me speak to your supervisor.
Not as bad as having them give you a hard time when the person owning the account has died, but it came pretty close.
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Hah! I knew there had to be somebody around who remembered the Black Screen of Death. Swift and just punishment for loading one's ODI drivers into high memory without thinking carefully about where they might be stashed. I was just thinking I rather liked the image in Figure 4; its darkness pays homage to the original and infamous black screen.
You are exactly right, and I was being overly sarcastic. It does strike me that she's being very astute in fighting this fight. I have a better understanding of the "discovery" phase of the lawsuits after having read this thread, but I still believe the RIAA is going on fishing expeditions at the expense of folks who can ill afford to fight back.
So my hat's off to Ms. Saper however she's being compensated.
I notice in reading the .pdf version of the motion that the RIAA lawyers didn't even have the man's name right in their initial filing of the lawsuit. His own attorney had to straighten that out. I'm glad Mr. Wilke's pockets are deep enough that he can afford astute legal counsel who knows how to handle a fight like this. I suspect that's not the case for the single mothers, recently-bereaved orphans, and elderly grandparents who are the RIAA's usual prey.
It's disconcerting to think they can sue when they have no real evidence that they've been injured. I suspect they do this more often than not. Let's hope this motion succeeds and that other defendants and lawyers take note of it.
Wow. I visited your link; they even have GSA ordering. Now everyone will officially know how old I am (comparatively ancient but still kicking): I was a very young, fresh out of college, person when I was asked to sit on a committee evaluating the pro's and con's of setting up a word-processing center for our organization. I do recall the fellow from Lanier showing up to do his dog and pony show. He stated that they were using a fairly new technology that he believed would revolutionize the field. It was called (here he produced an 8" from his briefcase with a flourish) the floppy disk. That was in the Bicentennial year. We ended up going with Wang.
I'll just lean on my cane here and dodder on off. I think my new Mac may be getting here today.
But why would someone go out of their way to continue to use it? I can understand practical and pragmatic answers like "It's still functional for me" or "I just like it better and I haven't had any problems". But are there other reasons?
This guy kidnapped a young child and held her as a prisoner under his garage for eight years. I don't think we can assume that he behaved in ways the rest of us might consider normal or reasonable. Not to make light of the situation, replacing his computer was probably the last thing on his mind.
Having said that, I do agree with you that it ought to be possible for them to review whatever files are associated with the C64--a little creativity would go a long way. I can't help wondering, though, where he got/how he maintained a supply of 5 1/4" floppies. Maybe there's not much there to see.
I flew an awful lot (60-80% of my work time spent out of the office) prior to 9/11. After 9/11, when that job went belly-up, I quit traveling for business and now fly only occasionally for recreation or family needs.
My pre-9/11 experience: Often flights would be delayed. When the rest of us were seated, three or four embarrassed-looking businessmen (and yes, they were always men) would board. Their carry-ons would sport vivid orange stickers. Their common bond would be that they were not-white. They might be Black (from Africa or here--who knows), Arab, Asian, Indian (from India) or from some other not-white ethnic group. They were the ones selected for the "random" luggage checks. Only once do I recall a white person being pulled aside. It was a woman. While she was nice-looking (clean, well-dressed, middle aged, not wild-eyed), her carry on bag was a mess. I recall a hair dryer and lots of electrical wires sticking out of the top. She, too, boarded late sporting the orange sticker.
Post 9/11 I had an experience of my own. Summoned to a distant city on an emergency basis, I needed to board a plane, go fetch an elderly relative, and drive the person back to my home. That meant a one-way ticket and no checked bag; I had only a knapsack with some overnight things. I'm a white woman. I was pulled quickly from the line, thoroughly patted down by a female attendant, and had my bag gone through very thoroughly. They also wanted to chat a bit about the reasons for my trip. I didn't get an orange sticker, and I didn't make the plane late.
To me, the "random searches" were a rather odious form of profiling based on the not-whiteness of the person's complexion. They may not have been called "profiling," but that's what they were. The pre-9/11 white woman had a carry-on that made everybody suspicious, and I can't blame the security folks for wanting a closer look. As for myself, I fit a pattern that obviously set off alarms--no return ticket, no checked bag. They probably check everybody who fits that pattern regardless of their ethnicity or gender. I didn't find it too objectionable.
There has to be a way to do this without profiling people on their looks.
What????
If they're going after profesionals, does that mean they're not going to throw a copy in with every copy of Microsoft Office they sell?
I don't see how the Web can survive without all those people adding 32K worth of incomprehensible garbage to their HTML documents each time they want to change a font color.
We started using the CFL's earlier this year simply by replacing incandescents as they burned out. So far, it's been a good experience--not great, but good. I've noted:
1) Great in the kitchen. We have six older recessed "can" lights, and the CFL's have performed well. It would possibly be better to convert to recessed halogen lights, but that's a spendy proposition. The CFL's illuminate task areas just fine.
2) Good in the living room and other reading/chatting areas. Haven't had any problems reading, and the light seems warm enough that we don't look like we live in a bus station.
3) Really good in hallways/stair areas. There's an elderly relative around, and the CFL's have done a better job than incandescents at clearly illuminating the upstairs hallway, stairwell, etc. I think this is because of the "white" quality of the light.
4) Awful in the bathroom. For some reason--maybe the light paint, glossy tiles, or mirrors--they turn you into one of the undead when you look into the mirror early in the morning. Incandescents are better here.
A couple of drawbacks we've noticed are:
1) They can make an odd noise. This seems to be a prelude to one of them going bad.
2) We seem to get an occasional bad one. That hurts due to the price.
3) They do take a while to come on. Hasn't been a problem so far except in the upstairs hallway.
I believe (but am not sure) that we're saving on electricity. Our utility company railroaded through a 72 percent increase over the next three years, so it's hard to tell at this point.
Someone I cared about died of cancer, and I've never been able to figure out what the big deal would be about providing heroin (or whatever it took) to people who are not expected to live in any case and whose last days are, quite frankly, very bad. Why do we have to worry about addicting them to drugs when their days are numbered? My understanding is that in the UK, and other places, a "cocktail" of drugs is administered that can include heroin and that provides some comfort to people in those final days.
In my own experience, the approach to administering opiates and various other "strong" drugs in hosptals here in the U.S. has changed over the past ten or twelve years. I had a rather painful illness and surgery about a dozen years ago and found myself pleading with assorted nurses for pain relief. The post-operative interval was spent in a haze of incoherent pain. Two years ago I had another illness and hospitalization, and they hooked me up to a pump which allowed me to administer the drugs to myself as I felt I needed them. My recovery was much more rapid, I was up and moving much sooner, and I regained strength and normality much faster. I also didn't require anything for pain after I was released from the hospital.
Our "war on drugs" seems to me to be full of misplaced zealotry. I guess ill and dying people are stationary targets, easier to control than the flood of illegal stuff that sometimes threatens to overwhelm us.
The administration really stood revealed a couple of years ago when Senator Waxman's (D-California) report pointed out the inaccuracies and flat-out lies encompassed in Federally-funded school programs designed to foster abstinence from sex outside of marriage.
My personal favorite is the "fact" that human beings are endowed with 48 chromosomes, 24 each from (of course lawfully wedded) Mom and Dad. I experienced a true revelation about what's been wrong with me for all these years. I only have 46 chromosomes. I seem to be missing two whole chromosomes that conservative babies have as their birthright. I suspect maybe I lost out on the homophobia chromosome and the anti-evolution chromosome. Or maybe it was the war chromosome. I'm not sure. Of course it doesn't really matter because the same scientific curriculum asserts that as a woman, I derive happiness and success from relationships, while the males of the species derive theirs from their accomplishments. So scientific accuracy probably shouldn't matter to me.
What saddens me most is the way they've debased the perfectly good word, "theory." While once it signified a set of ideas to be tested and proven or disproven, now it simply refers to something that may or may not be true.
We're funding this stuff with our tax dollars, folks. Why should it come as a surprise that they're going to want us to foot the bill for inaccurate portrayals of evolution and natural selection?
Eeuwh. Believe it or not, they can cause you many Maalox moments under certain circumstances.
Take a close look at these. If (a) you have a website, and (b) they come in pairs, or especially if they come in threes, they can be a signal that somebody is evaluating you for a bit of cross-site scripting--or worse yet, that they have you. They may look as though the sender has forged and garbled your email address--but then again, they may not look like that. Little spates of one-word messages merit a second glance. They're like the odd little sounds you might hear if someone were trying the doorknobs of your house in the middle of the night.
Your image is so funny I hate to get all serious on you. But this seems like a pretty good spot to inject a word about spaying/neutering. In addition to not adding any more unwanted puppies to the 6 million or so we already have in the US, now we can say we're providing Fido with the ultimate in protection against doggie STD's.
I think I'll hang on to my preferred umbrella. Purchased in Montreal a couple of years ago, it is of a bright rainslicker yellow and proclaims in large block letters, MERDE, IL PLEUT. I can retire beneath it to listen to my iPod or do whatever else I feel like doing. Much better.
She is unfortunately now experiencing dementia, and the loom with its interface was donated to an artists' school in North Carolina about three years ago. The company that manufactured it is still thriving--it is called AVL, and the loom is called the CompuDobby. I believe they got their start making large looms for manufacturing processes. Hers was, I suppose, a medium-sized loom, though it occupied almost an entire room in her house. It wasn't an artsy-craftsy thing but a serious piece of work. The Apple ][C is long gone, but I believe I still have several notebooks full of the patterns she devised with her home-grown software. They were intended to be printed out and followed in the traditional manner.
My recollection of the operation of the loom interface is a bit sketchy, as we lived very far apart while she had it, and I only got to see it a couple of times. As I recall it was connected to a serial port on the computer and then to a mechanical device that was in turn connected to the harnesses on the loom. (Harnesses are the square frames through which the threads of the warp are run, and the loom had sixteen of them.) The software was then provided with the desired pattern, and the correct harneses were raised in the proper sequences. The (human) weaver was responsible for sitting on the bench, throwing the shuttle, and making whatever adjustments weavers make. The harnesses are normally raised and lowered by means of foot pedals.
Hopefully this isn't either too much or too little information. The examples I have of her work are all fairly complex patterns, such as Scottish tartans, small tapestries, and textiles in a Colonial style called overshot that somewhat resembles brocade.
Nopers, it was an actual city and still is--Birmingham, Alabama. I think her first Apple ][ may have been a Plus, but she did end up with a ][C.
I still have (and treasure) bits of cloth of complex, intricate design, created and produced with the aid of that Apple. She truly made it an extension of herself.
A recent visit to a hospital nursery revealed that they're now equipping newborns with anti-theft devices. Sort of a cross between a LoJack and a department store anti-shoplifting tag, the device is secured around the baby's ankle and removed when parents and child leave for home. Presumably this would help in the event of an attempted abduction both by alerting people to the fact that somebody was leaving the floor with an unauthorized baby, and by allowing said baby to be tracked. It's not such a bad idea--too bad they are needed.
I don't think you tried to hard at all.
Your Aquarium iHopper would be the perfect add-on accessory for the MacQuarium owner who wants a little something extra.
Brilliant!
This is a great argument for traveling with a spouse/significant other/friend. All you need to do is ask them to fix the iPod. This works well for all sorts of other mundane chores one shouldn't perform while driving.
No, no, no! That's not how the Internet works!
You don't CALL the Internet. You wait for somebody to SEND you an Internet. That usually takes about three days, and then you can send them back an answer to their Internet.
I KNOW this is true! I read right here on Slashdot, somewheres or other, about how this happened to a United States Senator who knows all there is to know about Net Neutrality and things. He waited three whole days for an Internet from one of his staff members. He must be smart--or else how did he get to be a Senator, right?
Thanks! It makes more sense now.... But, 19 years.... Laying down.... Alone.... I couldn't do it!
You've just made a pretty strong argument for setting up an advance directive, or at least talking your wishes over with someone you trust. An advance directive is a very unpleasant document because it forces you to think unpleasant thoughts. (Do I want to receive nutrition and hydration, or would I rather die quicker of thirst?) But it does get the job done in the event you can't speak for yourself.
The man described in the article has lost those 19 years. Hopefully he'll recover sufficiently to find some meaning, purpose, and enjoyment in the remainder of his life.
There are probably a million reasons why I'll get clobbered for this, but I'm going to throw caution to the winds and post it anyway:
Using the idea that utility is at least as important as beauty, I'm going to nominate my brand-new copy of NeoOffice. Why? As a single user and owner of a small business, it lets me compose, proofread, and print out a document--and then print out an envelope to mail it in. It allows me to email that same document in Word doc format to my brethren and sisteren who don't use Macs and don't have a clue as to file formats. It does all of this consistently and without any errors that I can discern. It does it without firing up a UNIX terminal emulator. It does it without my having to make my ponderous way through installing a cheap non-Postscript printer under UNIX. And it does it all for the price of the monetary donation I was delighted to contribute. It doesn't look too bad, but I wouldn't care if it was as ugly as sin.
So I say, Beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful.
While I can agree with your points about population increases, I believe that many cities are becoming re-urbanized. Formerly working-class or poor neighborhoods are undergoing rapid gentrification. There are many reasons for this--houses can be bought cheaply, updated, and resold for a profit. People are beginning to find it's convenient to live near where they work. If your neighborhood has been re-gentrified, the crime may be all around you, but chances are it won't be on your block.
My own city of Baltimore is a real case in point. Our neighborhood was historically made up of blue-collar workers who worked on the nearby waterfront in assorted canneries and maritime occupations. It's situated between the well-known neighborhood of Fells Point to the west, and a solidly ethnic Greek neighborhood to its east. Housing prices have skyrocketed here. Old, small rowhouses are purchased and promptly demolished in order to build the urban version of the McMansion--a house that sits on a rowhouse footprint and goes straight up, sometimes for four or five stories. (Some new homes have elevators.)
The result is a sort of urban bedroom community. The streets, shops, corner stores, bars, and restaurants are deserted during working hours. No one is out. There are no children to speak of. It doesn't foster social networking. I don't know either of my next-door neighbors, nor do I know the people in back (whose McMansions tower over and dwarf my traditional rowhouse back garden). The best way to get to know people here is to own a dog. You walk to the dog park and can become acquainted with your fellow home-office workers and the few young mothers and retirees still left here.
This is happening in neighborhoods all over town, including the "artists' colony" area where loft space used to be cheap but is now beyond the reach of the young artists. Re-gentrified urban neighborhoods are ghost towns by day and automobile-congested rolling parking lots by night. All the ills and isolation of the suburbs have followed the middle class folk who are moving back into town.
of trying to cancel my mom's account when she became too advanced in Alzheimer's to be able to use it any more. It did take at least five minutes, involved some argument, and I resolved it by a three-front attack: (a) Aren't you ashamed to be giving me such a hard time when my mom is in such bad shape? (b) I'll resolve this myself by having her attorney contact you. (There is an attorney, but that would've cost some money.) and (c) Let me speak to your supervisor. Not as bad as having them give you a hard time when the person owning the account has died, but it came pretty close.