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I go at it again with SmartQ Reader — this time the proper version.
An unsurprising conclusion from The Verge:
If Apple isn’t your flavor and $300 is your absolute ceiling for spending, the ZenPad S 8 is likely the best you can do. But the tablet market is stalling hard for a reason, and if you’re looking for one compelling reason why you need this in your life, well, it probably doesn’t exist.
I’m not sure People of the Verge ever step foot in real-life stores.
If they did, they’d see the absolute shit tablets places like Best Buy have on their shelves. All of those garbage Trio tablets, for one.
The Asus tablets are amazing quality at low prices for the Android tablet market. Do they have too much bloatware? Hell yeah. So do many frikkin notebooks people would buy. And PCs (does anyone buy those anymore?).
But not even the damn iPad offers 4GBs of RAM — and for just US$299!
And given that his “review” doesn’t even bother with benchmarks, it’s clear the person assigned the task went at it less than full interest — or really any interest at all. The optional stylus isn’t even mentioned.
I have yet to encounter this “Pro/Plus” model in a store.
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I said that in a damn tweet (which I can’t find due to Twitter Search now being crippled beyond use) and now analyst Tomi Ahonen is saying it too: Matchmaker Matchmaker Make Me a Match – What if Microsoft sold Nokia back to Nokia.
So lets make it a clean break. All dumphone related business at Microsoft, probably 4,000 employees and 2 factories, including related sales and marketing, would be sold back to Nokia. And as the enticement for Nokia to take this dying business, Nokia would be released from any limitations to sell and manufacture smartphones, say from January 1, 2016.
I disagree with Ahonen on plenty of things. But this is one time that I not only agree with him but I have to applaud the way he worked it all out too.
I’ve blasted Nokia many, many times. They should have dumped Symbian, MeeGo, and everything else (aside from their dumbphone business) and gone all-in with Android. They would have crushed Samsung, HTC, LG, and the rest. They’d have the largest marketshare of any Android phone maker, and probably would have outsold even the iPhone. Nokia knows how to do kick-ass, killer, long-lasting, quality and attractive hardware.
And while they were cleaning up with Android, then they could have done what Samsung has been trying: To move people to an OS they mainly control (Tizen).
What a waste!
Henriksen hit the road permanently at age 12.
“I hated school,” said the gregarious character actor, now 75. “I never went to high school.”
For the first three decades of his life, Henriksen didn’t bother to learn to read. In fact, he learned his part in an off-Broadway production of Eugene O’Neill’s “Three Plays of the Sea” when he was 30 by having a friend read the entire piece on tape for him.
Henriksen not only learned how to read but also became a writer. In 2011, he published his autobiography, “Not Bad for a Human,” and his five-part Dark Horse horror comic book series “To Hell You Ride,” which he wrote with Joseph Maddrey, came out in 2012 and ’13.
Boldfaced emphasis added by me.
Now there’s someone who should be doing TV ads for literacy and public libraries.
Now-writer Arjun Basu’s life was changed by The Smiths. A must-read.
Arjun Basu is the author, most recently, of the much-loved novel “Waiting for the Man.” In 2008, he published “Squishy,” a collection of short stories that was shortlisted for the ReLit Prize. His stories have been published in many literary journals, including Matrixand Joyland. He also writes 140-character short stories he calls Twisters on Twitter (@ArjunBasu), which have won him a Shorty Award, lots of press, and a worldwide following. Arjun lives in Montreal with his wife, son, and dog.
We’d watched the Habs defeat the Flames for the Stanley Cup at a Husky station just outside of Swift Current, Saskatchewan. Looking back at that time, I don’t know quite what made us leave Montreal during the finals, but we did, four of us, packed into an overpacked Toyota Tercel, making the summer pilgrimage to Banff, driving cross-country, our version of “On The Road.”
In 1986, we’d just graduated from CEGEP, one of those uniquely Quebec things, kind of…
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