I built a pay wall back in 1995 for the MIT Press, restricting access to some of their journals, e.g., Cell, to individual subscribers and people whose IP addresses indicated that they were at institutions with site-wide subscriptions. I can’t remember exactly what I charged the Press, but it was only a few days of work and I think the invoice worked out to approximately $40 million less than $40 million.
The display is a bleached white post-recycled paper, which isn’t as bright and welcoming to the eye as higher end acid-free displays, but is acceptable for everyday use. Some users reported performance issues in low-light conditions. The tablet can be held vertically or horizontally, and receives high marks for producing a noticeable lack of heat or fan noise, even after many hours of use.
It’s fun to think of cities as video game levels: New York would be the underground level, Miami would be the ocean level, LA would be the giant level, Chicago would be the pipes level, Phoenix would be the desert level, and Seattle would be the forest level. The things that will kill you in Seattle aren’t extra-human mutants like in New York, or all-American parodies like in LA - they’re coated in moss and quiet and vanish back into the forest after they do what they do.
"I’m sure I’ve added in lots of mistakes; it’s for general education only. If you’re basing radiation safety procedures on an internet PNG image and things go wrong, you have no one to blame but yourself."
Why did you have lasers coming out the bald guy’s mouth as opposed to, you know, his eyes? "That was my original idea but it’s kind of like route one when it comes to lasers coming out of someone’s body [laughs]. I hadn’t seen them coming out of the mouth before.”
Apple’s MP3 player was neither the first nor the cheapest nor the largest capacity device on the market. At that point it was only compatible with Macs – the majority of people used PCs. What’s more, it had a silly name. Technology bloggers soon decided iPod must stand for “Idiots Price Our Devices”, “I Pretend It’s An Original Device” or “I’d Prefer Owning Disks”. But within five years, via its iTunes Store, Apple would go on to become the number one music provider in the world – all but taking over the music business. After the introduction of iTunes video in 2007, it would quickly become the world’s most popular video store. Now, in 2011, Apple is set to become the world’s most valuable company full stop, overtaking the current leader, oil multinational ExxonMobil.
Because they took skeptics and converted them into believers. Because everyone loves a good trick. Because we all anticipated in advance an artwork’s potential to be embarrassing and then it laughed at us with art. “I told you, I know what I’m doing.”
The problem that has no name is not just a women’s problem. It is a problem for anyone who defines their identity primarily through their relationships, which is also an issue for a lot of men.
That to define yourself primarily through taking care of others is to lose track of yourself. That the desire to take care of others can sometimes get in the way of taking appropriate care of yourself. That when you diss Dre, you really do diss yourself.
The problem with infrastructure is that we take it for granted. And of course we do - it’s always there. But its existence is not a neutral or natural event. It happens because we pay taxes and employ public workers and don’t go around tearing it all down and don’t have it overwhelmed by environmental destruction. But if we only appreciate infrastructure when it goes away, we’re kinda screwed, because that’s the worst possible time to try and fix it.
I was reminded recently of when I used to live on the UES adjacent to Brady’s which is a sad but acceptable old man bar most of the year, but on St. Patrick’s Day gets filled up with firemen drinking in uniform. This has a pro-alcohol ripple (or Ripple) effect on the immediate environs, I guess because drunk Irish firemen are as close as we’ll ever get to seeing a real live leprechaun, so other drinkers are drawn to surrounding bars by instinct.
Go home. Particularly if you are in a mall, any security guard watching you will think you are casing the joint, and not only that, doing an awful job of it. Dig through the cupboard for some noodles and a jar of Prego Alfredo sauce. Lift the jar up and put it back down. Decide you will never fit into the clothes you desire with habits like these. Take out some whiskey instead. Pour a double shot into a tall glass with some Diet Coke. Have a few of these. Convince yourself you probably never really wanted women’s clothes anyway. Maybe it was just a phase. Stagger into your roommate’s bedroom and challenge him to wrestle. Lose. Go to bed.
Both of her children were adults before my mother splurged on the occasional pedicure. To this day she cuts my father’s hair in the kitchen. We had quality possessions, but everything was bought on sale, everything was used within an inch of its life before being disposed of. Raising kids, maintaining a home, going to work, helping your neighbors—these weren’t burdens, they were gifts. There was little resistance to life’s responsibilities and little reflection about how they “made you feel.” It’s a pragmatic point of view that I find it both admirable and unsettling. That pragmatism is why I call my mother first in any unmanageable emergency, but it’s also the reason she sometimes drove with a baby in her lap and sent her kids to public school. It’s one of those things you could argue either way.
Tess and I are both obsessed with Tony Soprano because we identify with him so deeply, although I identify slightly more with Christopher Moltisanti. Tess finds Tony Soprano attractive, but I do not. I think Don Draper is attractive, but Tess thinks his legs are too short (I have literally no idea what she is talking about).
Most people in Windows have a private office – with a door. Not just mangers, not just developers – everyone. Even our intern has a private office. The only reason someone might share an office is because the building is crowded. Every so often we’ll move people around, one goal being to give everyone their own office, the other being to co-locate teams. I’m in one of our older buildings, but it is still in great shape. My building has slightly larger offices than newer buildings. Mine is 10×18, large enough for a good size desk, a eight foot white board, a comfy recliner, and a meeting table and chairs.
I also painted my office to suit my tastes. While discouraged and rare, this isn’t forbidden. A few people go all out. I have a friend that painted his office, put in chair rail and a hardwood floor. The understanding is that if you screw it up, then facilities will charge you to restore it to normal.
If you dig too deep with some people it will come out that they genuinely do believe that women are less interested in things than men are. That women who have interests are outliers or unusual cases, This is part of a larger heterosexual male narcissism wherein it is assumed that all of women’s interests are related to men: that if a woman is a record nerd, it is because she learned about it from a guy or she hopes to meet men through it rather than because she just genuinely enjoys music.
This is obviously total bullshit. Women have interests because they have their own interests, because they are human beings. They are interested in things. And you can have those independent interests and still want to fuck Mick Jagger, and it doesn’t discount the authenticity of your fandom for the music of The Rolling Stones. It’s not like men don’t equally want to fuck Mick Jagger. That’s the whole point of Mick Jagger.
Then I’m struck, again, as usual, by total genius. I’ll decant this mouthwash. I’ll put it in a nice fancy bottle. It’ll be easy to chug and it’ll look like some kind of sick-ass mana potion.
Revised scenario: Ladyfriend of legal age makes a break for the john and spies this seductive elixir by the Q-tips. Ooh la la, she thinks. This guy is classy as shit. I will let him destroy me emotionally.
On December 16th Yahoo held an all-hands meeting to rally the troops after a big round of layoffs. Around 11 AM someone at this meeting showed a slide with a couple of Yahoo properties grouped into three categories, one of which was ominously called “sunset”. The most prominent logo in the group belonged to Delicious, our main competitor. Milliseconds later, the slide was on the web, and there was an ominous thundering sound as every Delicious user in North America raced for the exit.
"Surely you must be joking," his piercing blue eyes were now worn with age, no longer a boy but too beautiful to be a man, "I just travelled two days to get here." "Well, that was your decision, I didn’t ask it of you," her bottom lip, the back of her shoulders, hell, her entire being quivered beneath his gaze, as she steeled herself for his reply. "Very well," he said, in his damn calm way, breathy and confident, "Seems I misunderstood the situation." And with that, he walked out the door.