tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99678442011-11-08T08:46:55.449-05:00“And entering the royal stable, looking about with his eyes full of tears, Kamthaka uttered a loud sound, as if he were uttering his woe to the people.”Matt Leohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18293981958165542004noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9967844.post-67910186852961085472009-01-14T09:36:00.009-05:002009-01-14T11:33:56.047-05:00

I've decided to write about my usage of OpenSUSE and Vista on my new machine. In this post I'll discuss choosing and installing OpenSUSE.Introduction: I Want 64 BitsWhen I got my new dual core, 2.53 GHz laptop with 4GB of RAM, it came with a 32 bit operating system: Vista Home Premium 32 bit.Now nearly nobody really needs a 64 bit operating system these days, not yet. But since I need

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INTRODUCTIONRecently I acquired an ASUS F8VA Laptop with Vista Home Premium on it. I'll be reviewing Linux and Vista on this device, but first I'm going to note it is possible to brick the thing with BIOS settings, which I promptly did. I'll post directions for getting out of that mess first, in case any other people encounter similar problems.My plan was to set aside the Vista disk and buy a

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Scott McNealy once famously said, "You have no privacy. Get over it."I doubt that even Mr. McNealy believes this. Mr. McNealy would not like it if somebody continually accosted him while he tried to go about his business (what lawyers would call the tort of intrusion). He wouldn't like it if people tapped his phone. He wouldn't like it if somebody tried subvert his relationships by spreading

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Sometimes prospective writers consider writing juvenile literature as a way of breaking into the business. Writing for children well is a lot harder than it sounds. Young readers do not have patience with long, rambling setups where the author clumsily expounds everything he thinks the reader might need to know, before letting his characters do anything. It's important to get things moving

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Once upon a time there were three little pigs. One day their wise mother called them to her and said, "My children, soon the time will come for you to leave. But the world is a hard place; you need to go to school before you can make your way in it."So she gave them a pile of brochures, and each chose the school that seemed to suit him best. The first pig, who was an artistic sort, decided to go

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the place, a city in the US.You sit at a cluttered bench in a darkened back room, a single reading lamp illuminating a riot of circuits and gleaming mechanical assemblies. Old stuff. Valuable. Practically priceless, since they cut off the Malaysian pipeline. A wisp of smoke caresses your face, carrying the scent of vaporized resin, molten tin, and lead. A bead of sweat rises on your forehead.

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Now for the best part of the whole annual affair. I go into the house, stamp the snow off my boots; rip the 24 page off the calendar and settle in in front of the fire, warming my stockinged feet and nursing a mug of ginger tea to settle my stomach. I ask you: what kind of mad barbarian would think of putting raw eggs in milk and drinking the mess? Disgusting. That may be fine for a that

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The BBC is reporting on an art installation in which robotic benches and trash bins interact: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/cambridgeshire/4077680.stm. The benches will flock together and sing to greet the sunrise; each device will have it's own personality and preferences as to other devices.Of course fans of Douglas Adams will be reminded of his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in which

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Any non-trivial system of beliefs is bound to be riddled with absurdities.So a person who must take himself seriously at all times is either a simpleton or morbidly attached to his ignorance.We make an exception for those whose benign obsessions are so manifestly and magnificently ridiculous they clearly must be saints.Nobody laughs at a joke they don't understand.So a person who laughs at

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