First snow
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The Sinclair Sovereign, a pocket calculator from 1976. … or even just a universal remote control like that, all the Pronto lookalikes look like shit and don´t fit in anyone´s hand.
This is the notepad (the pencil and paper kind) that in the late 80s / early 90s inspired an IBM researcher to name the company’s new mobile computer the ThinkPad. To me, the IBM ThinkPad was the classic laptop computer to have. At least that was the case until I went full time Apple and the Chinese got a hold of the brand. At any rate, it is interesting to see the little promotional give-away that inspired a massive brand.
The nature of the personal computer is simply not fully understood by companies like Apple (or anyone else for that matter). Apple makes the arrogant assumption of thinking that it knows what you want and need. It, unfortunately, leaves the “why” out of the equation — as in “why would I want this?” The Macintosh uses an experimental pointing device called a ‘mouse’. There is no evidence that people want to use these things. I dont want one of these new fangled devices.
—San Francisco Examiner, John C. Dvorak, 19 Feb. 1984
(via my http://thomas.boehm.no) @1 month ago
You can tell by the headline that this $143 million yacht is giving me an attack of the green-eyed monster. It’s a joint venture by French luxury goods manufacturer Hermes,and Wally, a Monaco-based shipbuilder* and, as someone who doesn’t get particularly excited by outsize objects that float, even I am taken aback by her looks.
Known as the WHY 58x38 (her vital statistics, baby), the yacht boasts a 656-sq-foot Master suite and Spa that incorporates a Turkish Hammam, as well as the usual accoutrements of wealth — although there doesn’t seem to be one of these on board. One thing I’m not sure that Herm and Wal thought through, however, is the location of the swimming pool. It’s wrapped around the helipad, ensuring sunbathers get a healthy coating of oil as they tan.
*DVICE, giving you all the information so you don’t have to ask “where’s Wally?”
Via Daily Mail
