Amid all the recent talk of Origami and other ultramobile PCs comes news of a rather cool-looking little 7-ounce wrist-worn PC from the Eurotech Group. Definitely ultramobile, and apparently ultrawearable to boot.
Credit: Eurotech Group
The Eurotech WWPC (wrist-worn personal computer) runs Linux or WindowsCE, features standard PC interfaces such as WLAN, Bluetooth and USB and comes with audio mini-speakers, a direct-access keypad, touch-screen and built-in GPS receiver.
Eurotech is targeting the indoor-outdoor product at people in potentially hard-core situations such as emergency rescue, security and health care. As such, according to press materials out on Tuesday, the wearable PC features a "tilt-and-dead reckoning system" that detects if the operator has been motionless for a certain length of time. Under these circumstances, a location beacon can be transmitted.
The company says it guarantees operations for more than eight hours.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2006
A Linux PC you wear on your wrist
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Happy π Day!!
Pi Day is an unofficial holiday held in honor of the mathematical constant π (Pi). Pi Day is observed on March 14; Pi day was invented by the University of Waterloo, which celebrates it annually by bestowing pie on its undergraduates. In addition, the businesses and commercial offices in the Richmond Hill area of Greater Toronto have started recognizing Pi day. The Pi-oneer, University of Waterloo graduate hopeful Elvin Wong, petitioned the university for months to implement a Pi day celebration. A 20 minute slice of time is taken starting from 1:59.
March 14, written as 3-14 in the United States date format, represents the common three-digit approximation for the number π: 3.14. It is often celebrated at 1:59 p.m. in recognition of the six-digit approximation: 3.14159. Some, using a 24-hour clock, celebrate it at 1:59 a.m. or 3:09 p.m. (15:09) instead. Pi Day is celebrated in a variety of ways. Parties or other observances may be held by mathematics departments in educational institutions. Math or science clubs might gather to consider the role that the number π has played in their lives and to imagine the world without π. During such an event, pi celebrants may devise alternative values for π, eat pie, play piñata, drink Piña Colada, eat pineapple, listen to the song "Pi" by Kate Bush, or watch Pi. The shape of the pie is sometimes square, due to the pronunciation of the equation for the surface area bounded by a circle = πr2, i.e. "pie are squared."
Enthusiasts also note that the day happens to be Albert Einstein's birthday, in addition to other birthdays on this day. The renowned science and technology university Massachusetts Institute of Technology, known for its sometimes unconventional and quirky take on math, often mails out its acceptance letters to be delivered to prospective students on Pi Day. The "ultimate" pi moment[1] occurred on March 14, 1592, at 6:53 AM and 58 seconds. When written in American-style date format, this is 3/14/1592 6:53.58, which corresponds to the value of pi to twelve digits: 3.14159265358. However, considering this was well before any kind of standardized world time had been established, and the general public had no concept of π, the occurrence likely went unnoticed[2].
Saskatchewan's Mary MacIsaac dies at 112
Saskatchewan centenarian Mary MacIsaac never let her age slow her down. Skiing until age 108 and continuing to nourish her mind into her later years, the always witty 112-year-old had a simple motto. "The only thing that counts in life when it's over is what you've done for others," her son Ron MacIsaac recalled. MacIsaac, who died Friday of natural causes, lived that motto. She was believed to be the second-oldest woman in Canada. Born in Bay de Chaleur, N.B., on Dec. 27, 1893, as Mary Mac-Nair, she attended St. Francis Xavier University and spent her early teaching career at schools in Gull Lake, Mikado and Wolseley.
She met her future husband Jack MacIsaac in Wolseley. Two years later they married in Charlottetown, P.E.I., and settled in Prince Albert, where she continued to teach and the pair spent most of their lives.
The couple had five children.
MacIsaac taught high school Latin and physical education in Prince Albert and lectured occasionally at the University of Saskatchewan until 1997. She taught from 1919 to 1999.
MacIsaac, a strong matriarchal-type, was not afraid to wholeheartedly go after something that she believed in, daughter Mary Smith said.
"If you ever want to get anything done, get Mary MacIsaac, she'll get it done," a Prince Albert woman told a friend of Smith when she heard the legendary name.
And that's exactly what MacIsaac did.
She worked under Tommy Douglas in the 1960s to help form medical co-ops, including a co-op in Prince Albert, helped organized district libraries which allowed a higher quality of books to reach a greater number of people, and was a member of the Saskatchewan cancer commission, Ron MacIsaac said.
Beyond her public achievements, MacIsaac had a big heart and encouraging spirit.
In the 1930s, she fed people who jumped off freight trains and wound up at her doorstep asking for food.
"Very often when I was a kid, I was sitting in the kitchen eating with what we called a 'bum,' " Ron MacIsaac said.
The woman, who stopped driving after she accidentally drove on the wrong side of the road across Saskatoon's only bridge in 1918 or 1919, tutored students who couldn't afford to pay because she wanted them to finish school, Smith said. "She was her brother's keeper as they say. If somebody needed something and she was able to help, she did." MacIsaac's life, which spanned the death of Queen Victoria, the Boer War, the advent of computers, airplanes and televisions, the creation of medicare and the rise of Pope John Paul II, included friendships with notable individuals. Regular guests at her home included Grey Owl, the famous writer and wildlife conservationist, and Lucy Maud Montgomery, the author of Anne of Green Gables. In recent years, MacIsaac fought off kidney failure and pneumonia and was residing in St. Ann's home in Saskatoon. "She was very happy she had the five children she had," Smith said, reflecting on perhaps her mother's biggest accomplishment. "Meeting my husband was certainly my biggest success, I think," MacIssac told The Star-Phoenix in 2004. "We had wonderful children, who now tell me what to do." A funeral will be held for MacIsaac next week in Prince Albert and in Saskatoon.
*© The StarPhoenix (Saskatoon) 2006
Eagle's Nest
These awesome pictures were taken near Comox, BC, Canada. Unfortunately no one knows who the photographer was. This is something few humans will ever be privileged to see.
*Thanks, AndyMonday, March 13, 2006
Beware the ATM!
Click above - This will open a window and you will have to allow the powerpoint to open (Or you can save it...) Then navigate either using your scroll wheel on your mouse or you can use your scrollbars if you do not have a wheel mouse...
*Thanks, Auntie 'M'
Saturday, March 11, 2006
A message from Osama...
After numerous rounds of "We don't know if Osama is still alive," Osama himself decided to send Ted Kennedy a letter in his own handwriting to
let him know he was still in the game.
Kennedy opened the letter and it appeared to contain a single line of coded message:
Kennedy was baffled, so he e-mailed it to John Kerry. Kerry and his aides had no clue either, so they sent it to the FBI.
No one could solve it at the FBI so it went to the CIA, then to the NSA. With no clue as to its meaning, the FBI finally asked Britain's MI-6 for help.
Within a minute MI-6 cabled back with this reply:
"Tell the FBI that Kennedy's holding the message upside down."
*Thanks, Auntie 'M'
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Transamerica
Felicity Huffman is absolutely brilliant as a pre-op male to female transsexual forced to take a cross-country road trip with the son she never knew she had in the smart, touching dramedy, “Transamerica.”
A film that’s all about family, "Transamerica" deftly addresses a delicate topic without ever digressing into campiness or making a parody out of the film’s subject matter.
Writer/director Duncan Tucker sets the bar incredibly high with this his feature film debut. Tucker’s “Transamerica” takes the so-called normal dynamics of a family and adds a few delicious twists. A father receives a phone call informing him his son’s in a New York jail. Up until the phone call, the man had no idea he fathered a child.
That’s a twist we’ve seen before however in “Transamerica,” the long-lost dad is a transgender woman now named Bree who’s days away from having the genital operation which will in essence be the final step in the long process of becoming a woman.
Bree knows the only sexual dalliance she had in her life as a male was a misguided fling in college, and this teenage boy must be the result of that brief relationship. But that knowledge does nothing to settle her already frazzled nerves.
Locked up in NY, Toby (Kevin Zegers) has no idea his dad is a transsexual living in stealth mode, meaning no one outside of a couple of doctors know the person he thinks is his dad is not biologically a woman. Unsure of what to do, Bree confides in her therapist who in turn refuses to sign off on Bree’s surgery until she deals with the situation.
Arriving in New York from LA, Bree introduces herself to Toby as a church woman whose mission it is to help him get straightened out. Toby’s basically a good kid, he’s just had a hard life and has turned to hustling on the streets as well as doing drugs to get by. The two are about as unlikely a pair of traveling companions as could be dreamed up. As they journey from the East Coast to the West, their relationship goes from antagonistic to civil to something much deeper.
With the meaty role of Bree in “Transamerica,” Huffman gets the opportunity to spread her wings and soar. Huffman alters her voice, her walk, the way she carries herself, and with the assistance of some heavy duty makeup, gets lost inside this character. Huffman delivers a career-defining performance for which she’s earned nothing but praise.
Former “Air Bud” star Kevin Zegers transitions from kid roles to young adult with this performance. While all the attention has been focused on Huffman, Zegers’ no less outstanding. Playing a street hustler who wants to work in the adult film industry – or a pet store – Zegers is the key to making “Transamerica” work. One false move by Zegers as Toby and the story would have a ‘we’re winking at you’ feel. It doesn’t thanks to solid support from Zegers.
Delivering strong performances in supporting roles are Fionnula Flanagan as Bree’s high-strung mother, Burt Young as her more understanding father, and Graham Greene as a man who gives the traveling companions a lift when their car is stolen and who becomes infatuated with Bree - without knowing her history.
“Transamerica” caught me by surprise in a good way. At first unsure about the lead role being played by a female, I came to understand why the character of Bree needed to be played by a woman.
This is a surprisingly heartwarming movie and one of those rare films that leaves you wanting more. Where do Bree and Toby go from here? By the time the credits roll, we’ve become so involved in their lives that we want that question answered. How many movies can we say that about? To my way of thinking, far, far too few.
*Review by Rebecca Murray, Your Guide to Hollywood Movies
Monday, March 06, 2006
RAGE - The Gay Crusader
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
From The Emerald City
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Friday, March 03, 2006
Thursday, March 02, 2006
New Exercise Routine for those over 40
You might want to take it easy at first, then do it faster as you become more proficient. It may be too strenuous for some. Always consult your doctor before starting any exercise program! SCROLL DOWN... NOW SCROLL UP.. ..... That's enough for the first day. Great job. Have some chocolate.
*Thanks, Daryn!Sick leave
The Star-Trek Apartment
Alleyne used Vellman digital audio playback modules to provide authentic ST sound effects, plus Vossystems voice-activation gear and loads of AEI Security Systems remote controls. No word on whether he hires a flunky in a red shirt to stage spark-showered deaths at parties. Located in the neutral zone of Hincley, Leicestershire in the UK, Alleyne recently posted a stellar $1 million USD asking price for his unearthly domicile on eBay. Say, wasn't money supposed to disappear by the 24th century?
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Wednesday, March 01, 2006
The Complete History of Jack Schitt
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George Carlin's** new rules for 2006
New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these kids: lucky bastards.
New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're gay. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.
New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket - water, but without that watery taste.
Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.
New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.
New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge asshole.
New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.
New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."
New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.
New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants.
After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. Don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just want to wash my hands.
New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.
** As pointed out in the comments, this is not by George Carln. See http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/newrules.asp
*Thanks, Auntie 'M'
The Cork Soaking Room
Marcello.....Jimmy Fallon
Female Tourist.....Janet Jackson
Male Tourist.....Chris Parnell
Luigi.....Fred Armisen
Cork Soaker #1.....Seth Meyers
Cork Soaker #2.....Darrell Hammond
Monica.....Maya Rudolph
Carmella.....Rachel Dratch
[ dissolve to interior, corking room, as Giuseppe enters with tour group]
Giuseppe: Right this way, folks. You're now entering.. the corking room. This is where.. the final step in the bottling process happens - where we prepare all the corks for all the bottles of Brunello that you saw earlier.
Marcello: Any questions? [ a hand is raised ] Yes?
Female Tourist: I've always actually wondered about that. How do you cork the bottles?
Marcello: Excellent-a question, ma bella. As you can see, we are -asoaking all of the corks in this room right now. These three guys right here are some of the most talented cork soakers! Say hello, you all cork soakers!
[ the three cork soakers turn around and wave happily to the tour group ]
Male Tourist: Now, I'm curious - how does one become a cork soaker.
Giuseppe: As we-a like-a to say, "Cork soakers are born, not made."
Marcello: Yeah. Luigi here was simply born to soak cork! Come say hi, Luigi!
Luigi: I love-a soaking the cork! I could-a soak the cork all night long, if they let me! I want to-a soak two corks at once!
Female Tourist: So.. are all corks the same?
Marcello: No, no, no..
Cork Soaker #1: I like-a to soak the big-a, thick-a corks!
Luigi: I like-a the long-a, skinny ones.
Cork Soaker #2: I like-a the dark-a ones.
Giuseppe: The great-a thing about the cork soaking, is that while you are-a soaking the cork, you can also.. massage-a the grapes, until the cork is ready. [ holds up a bunch of grapes ]
Marcello: That's right.
Female Tourist: [ stumbling, on the verge of cracking up ] So, how did you learn to sork.. corks -- suck -- soak corks?
Marcello: You know, I'll never forget the first time I soaked-a cork. I was fifteen, in-a summer camp.
Female Tourist: You know, I've noticed that all the cork soakers are men. Do women make good soakers?
Giuseppe: Oh, yes! Yes! Monica, Carmella - come in here!
Marcello: Come in here.
[ Monica and Carmella enter scene ]
Giuseppe: Monica.. tell-a these-a nice-a people.. how you soak the cork.
Monica: Well, ever since I started soaking cork, I'm the most popular girl in school!
Marcello: It's-a true - men come-a from all over just to watch her soak a cork. And Grandma Carmella still-a soaking cork at age 87! I got to say that, too!
Carmella: [ speaking with her gums ] It's crazy! Ever since I lost my teeth, people tell me I soak the cork better than ever!
Female Tourist: Wow, this soaking corks really seems like a family business. So.. does your wife like soaking.. [ laughing ] ..s-s-soaking cork?
Marcello: Well.. she used to, when we were dating. Now, not so much.
Male Tourist: Um.. could you teach me how to soak cork?
Giuseppe: You know.. when-a you walked in here.. I could-a sworn you already an expert cork soaker!
Male Tourist: [ flattered ] Thank you! I dabbled in college. Um.. but, let me ask you this - do you ever run out of corks to soak?
Marcello: Oh, yeah, I'll never forget this one that was unusually large. And I thought Giuseppe would need extra cork.
Giuseppe: And I thought Marcello would need more corks.
Marcello: So we soaked-a each other's corks at the same time! [ to Giuseppe ] Do you remember that?
Giuseppe: Can you imagine that? Me-a soaking his cork.. while-a he soaked mine?
Marcello: Oh, boy!
Giuseppe: What year was that?
Marcello: The year we soaked each other's corks?
Giuseppe: Yes.
Marcello: That-a was, what.. that was like, sixty.. late 60's, right?
Giuseppe: Yes.
Marcello: Sixty.. eight?
Giuseppe: I-a wanted to say.. 70.
Marcello: No.. you sure it wasn't one earlier than that?
Giuseppe: It was sometime or other..
Marcello: Let's just say between 68 and 70, alright?
Female Tourist: This is all really so fascinating. So, do you think that one of you could teach me how to soak.. soak.. [ laughing ] ..s-s-soak corks?
[ the cork soakers cheer excitedly, each rallying to be the one to teach the beautfiul tourist the art of their craft ]
Giuseppe: Oh, I'm sorry. Come with me, ma bella. I will let you soak-a my cork as long as you like!
[ they depart from the group ]
Marcello: Cheers! Cheers!
[ fade out ]
KILLER BISCUITS WANTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER (the actual AP headline).
Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head.
One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brain in for over an hour.
The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread stuck to the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head.
When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.
Yes, Linda is a blonde.
*Thanks, Ken (I don't know you, but I loved the story!
