In those warm summer afternoons, when it’s 35 °C+ outside, a failed PSU is a treasure, not junk: a silent, 12V fan and a mouldable metal case which easily turns into a fan stand. 😀
In just under 20 minutes Glenn Greenwald brilliantly tears apart the now mainstream, “privacy doesn’t matter” myth promoted by the likes of Google, Facebook and Apple.
I had first encountered foreign languages as a preschooler, watching TV, I guess. In retrospect, I don’t really know why it is that I “knew” English when I started learning it at school at 9 years of age: it was just kind of there…I have fond memories of my English teacher, though, and I still remember some of the lessons like they were yesterday: “I’m Bill. This is Jill. We’re friends. Hello, Jill!”, “It’s raining cats and dogs!” …and so on.
Still, because I had somehow gotten a grasp on English informally, effortlessly and without really noticing, it didn’t (and still doesn’t) fit very well into the usual categories: I consider it neither a foreign, nor a native language, but something in-between.
Now German – that’s a foreign language! I started learning Read the rest of this entry »
Five years old and my Asus Eee 900 fan was telling me in no subtle way that it was about to die. Based on previous experience, I thought that a drop of general purpose lubricant in the fan’s bearing would breath new life into it so I went to fetch my screwdrivers and started disassembling the little machine.
It took about 2 minutes for me to realise that I might have been a bit hasty. Read the rest of this entry »
Today I almost got hospitalised. Or killed, I don’t know. In all other respects, it wasn’t a particularly interesting day: a Friday morning, sunny, warm…seemed like the time of year to hang up my winter helmet and gloves and wipe the dust of my summer helmet. I was looking forward to wrapping up some work that’s been dragging on and then looking forward to the weekend. I was driving to work in the morning rush hour, avoiding main roads as I usually do, but I have to cut across them somewhere…
I went into a bank a few days ago with a bill from Germany. This was how the conversation went:
me: “Hello, I have this bill from Germany I need to pay. How much will it cost?”
clerk: “Can I see?”
me: “Here you go.”
clerk: “Ah…the bill is only 15 Euro…I see. [looks embarrassed a bit] The transaction fee will be 15 Euro, but you’ll also need to open an account at our bank, which costs you another [don’t recall how much] per year… [continues to look embarrassed]”
me: “So, significantly more than the bill itself?”
me: “Never mind, thank you for the information. Bye.” Read the rest of this entry »