Strictly speaking, this isn’t really a POV video, as I’m pretty sure that eagles cannot see the back of their own head the whole time they are flapping around. Instead you will have to imagine you are riding the eagle like Gandalf. I think you will survive.
I don’t agree with everything in this post; nonetheless, it eviscerates the notion that everyone high-school-age-and-under is computer literate, and makes a solid case that the UK’s education system has been failing badly in this area.
Google engineer Neil Fraser describes how computing is taught in Vietnam, along with the attitudes of pupils (and teachers) towards the subject. In particular, he discusses an assignment given to 16 to 17-year-olds which, if I’m honest with myself, I might not necessarily be able to complete in the given time. Yes, I am a professional computer programmer. And yes, potential employers, the sentence before the last was a LIE included for EFFECT I would OBLITERATE the maze question it would take me maybe 10 minutes easy.
Bearing the above in mind, I think that anyone expecting the UK to punch its weight economically in the future’s increasingly technological world is utterly mistaken.
If you’re even a little bit interested in the NBA, this article is an iron-clad absolute must-read. But if you’re even a little bit interested in the NBA, you already knew that, because you read it back in July 2012 when it was published.
But what the hell, that was a year ago—you’ve probably forgotten most of it now. It’s worth another read!
This is my favourite bit:
McIntyre: I had about eighty basketballs in my room in Barcelona and had to get the players to sign them all. Bird was the last guy, and he says, “What’s the quickest anyone’s done it?” I said, “Anywhere from eight minutes to twenty.” And Bird said, “I’m going to be the fastest. Time me.” So he signs them, and he throws me the last one: “Okay, what is it?” “Whoa, four and a half minutes!” And he goes, “Yes!” Competitive right to the end.
When you try to delete some files in Windows, it first pops up a little dialog box to ask if you’re sure you want to delete the things you just said you wanted to delete. Using earlier versions of Windows, I got into the (admittedly bad) habit of immediately pressing the Enter key to select the “Yes dammit I’m sure” option.
Windows 8 has introduced a little pause before the dialog appears. It then interprets my pressing Enter as meaning “I want to double-click on every single thing I just had selected” and a whole bunch of files, folders, and applications all open at once.
Due to circumstances, I have missed almost the entire Six Nations this year. However, going into the final weekend England have a chance to win the Grand Slam, only [only???] needing to beat Wales in the Millennium Stadium to do so. But if Wales can win by eight points or more, then they not only spoil the Slam, but also win the championship outright. That’s as close to literal must-watch TV as it gets for this ex-pat Welshman, [and fairly close to some sort of cardiac episode for this ex-pat, (can you be an ex-pat if you never lived there?) having found myself on edge all week because of this game and my absolute inability to decide whether we are underdogs, overdogs or roughly equal favourite dogs. I just feel so tense.] Due to further circumstances, this is going online over a week after the match actually took place. While You Were Gone: Stretching the definition of the word “liveblog” since 2009.
As usual, these upright, free-range bits are me, [and these slanty, cordoned-off-by–brackets bits are friend-of-WYWG Tom.]
John Inverdale: “We are all just parasites.” Speak for yourself, John.
A BBC graphic informs me that Wales have made 93% of their tackles in the tournament so far. Alun Wyn Jones’s animated head is squished vertically in the squad list. Or possibly he is just very, very thin. I’ve been hearing people talk about Dan Biggar for at least a couple of years on the internet forums generally in the context of “He should be playing instead of Hook.” But I have never seen him play. [You really should watch some more rugby, especially given the whole rugby blogging thing.] Jiffy tells me he’s settled in well this tournament. [Which I think is a fair assessment. It’s also fair to say that he hasn’t overwhelmed the tournament with his spellbinding play. He has been solid. Overall, I would say he has just about whelmed. But this is Wales and the magic 10 shirt, so query whether whelming will be enough, long term.]
A plane on which I recently flew had seats with a new design of sleepy-times-recline-action. Instead of the top of the seat-back tilting backwards when reclined, the bottom of the seat-back and the seat itself slid forwards.
Flinder Boyd has long been a favourite of this blog and so it will be no surprise to you to see WYWG linking to this piece he wrote on Ricky Rubio for the Classical. Fanboyism aside, it’s a remarkable debut1. Said remark being that it’s a fantastically well-written and insightful article, drawing from Boyd’s unique-amongst-sportswriter’s experience of having actually played against Rubio.
As a side-note, WYWG feels vindicated that WYWG’s early verdict on Rubio wasn’t wrong, exactly—just hasty and mean-spirited. After Rubio’s stellar entrance into the NBA, WYWG was beginning to feel like a bit of an idiot for making that crack and was hoping no-one would remember it.
With luck, Rubio will continue to prove WYWG wrong on his return from injury, and Boyd will write many more pieces for the Classical that, like this, are as elegant as his teardrop runner.