Now listen to what Microsoft has to say about the whole “Google Vs Bing” issue
A minute ago i typed the phrase “google is better than bing” on www.bing.com – Microsoft’s answer to Google SE. The results were pretty narcissist as expected. The results advertised Bing to no end. Almost handpicked.
Screenshot of the query
Screenshot of the query
However when I did the same with Google, i mean searched for “Bing is better than Google” the results weren’t that premeditated. So is Google more ethical or honest in their search results?
An infinite number of mathematicians walk into a bar. The first one orders a beer. The second orders half a beer. The third, a quarter of a beer. The bartender says “You’re all idiots”, and pours two beers.
Source unknown.
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it
out on someone, don’t take it out on someone you know — take it out on
someone you don’t know.I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I had forgotten to
make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, “Hello.”
I politely said, “Could I please speak with Robin Carter?”
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn’t believe that anyone
could be so rude. I realized I had called the wrong number. I tracked down
Robin’s correct number and called her. I had accidentally transposed the
last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to
call the ‘wrong’ number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, “You’re an asshole!” and
hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word ‘asshole’ next to it, and put it in my
desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I’d
call him up and yell, “You’re an asshole!” It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic ‘asshole’ calling
would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, “Hi, this is John
Smith from the Telephone Company. I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar
with the Caller ID program?”
He yelled, “NO!” and slammed the phone down.
I quickly called him back and said, “That’s because you’re an asshole!”
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some
guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently
waited for.. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that
spot. The idiot ignored me I noticed a “For Sale” sign in his car window . .
so, I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole ( I had his
number on speed dial), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, “Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Can you tell me where I can see it?”
“Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house, and the car’s
parked right out in front.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“My name is Don Hansen,” he said.
“When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”
“I’m home every evening after five.”
“Listen, Don, can I tell you something?”
“Yes?”
“Don, you’re an asshole.”
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had
a problem, I had two assholes to call.
But after several months of calling them, it wasn’t as enjoyable as it used
to be
So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
“Hello.”
“You’re an asshole!” (But I didn’t hang up.)
“Are you still there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Stop calling me,” he screamed.
“Make me,” I said.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“My name is Don Hansen..”
“Yeah? Where do you live?”
“Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black
Beamer parked in front.”
He said, “I’m coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying
your prayers.”
I said, “Yeah, like I’m really scared, asshole.”
Then I called Asshole #2.
“Hello?” he said.
“Hello, asshole,” I said.
He yelled, “If I ever find out who you are…!”
“You’ll what?” I said.
“I’ll kick your ass,” he exclaimed.
I answered, “Well, asshole, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now.”
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at
1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay
lover.
Then I called Channel 13 News about the gang war going down on West 34th
Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
When I got there, I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in
front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and the channel 13 news crew.
NOW, I feel better – This is “Anger Management” at its very best.
Source:http://danmax.net/jokes/anger_management.htm
If
IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son
This poem by Rudyard Kipling is one of the few poems which I have read and understood a bit, and so, it is one of my favourites. I do not know why, but I see a lot of similarities between IF and Albert Ellis’ Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy”. The similarity which i feel is that both of these disassociate emotions for a certain event from the event itself but link these emotions with the feelings that we have for the event.
My earlier post pointed to a method to recover some of your data from your dead hard disk drive. Now, I have found a way to do just the opposite, annhilate every bit of information that ever existed on your hard disk (and along with it the HDD itself)
An article on the MIT website (http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2003/diskdrives.html) pointed out how vulnerable your deleted data is for recovery.
Consider this ” Scavenging through the data inadvertently left on 158 used disk drives, the students at MIT’s Laboratory for Computer Science found more than 5,000 credit card numbers, detailed personal and corporate financial records, numerous medical records, gigabytes of personal email and pornography. “
These HDs were bought from eBay for less than $1000.
This and one of the most sophisticated techniques as explained at http://www.cs.auckland.ac.nz/~pgut001/pubs/secure_del.html can make you almost paranoid about the security of your data.
So, here is a grand method explained here.
Its simple, just melt the hardisk down! This will destroy the shape and the HD itself, also it will destroy all its magnetic properties.
(L)The Hard Disks in the crucible and (R) The red hot HDD
Melted Platters
Good luck to anyone who wants to recover credit card numbers from this!
Now this is when physics meets new-age art. Richard Box from physics department at Bristol University has planted fluorescent tubes in a farm that give out light due to the electricity leaked by the high tension wires overhead. This project has been named FIELD.
1301 fluorescent tubes illuminated in an English farm due to the high tension wires overhead. The illumination is because of the electricty that "overflows" out of the wires
The high-tension wires are at about 400KV and because the earth is at ground, an electric field is set up between the two. This excites the mercury atoms in the tube and in turn makes the phosphor coating emit light.
The electric field excites Hg atoms, The excited mercury atoms emit UV rays which upon striking the phosphorous coating makes it glow.
Tesla had been working on similar ideas in his last days – wireless transfer of electricity. Altough, Richard Box’s idea is not new (ranchers in mid-west USA are known to use this technique), Box brought it to attention because of his artistic rendition.
This just goes to show how much we lag behind in the handling of electricity. But it did help Box to set up such a marvellous farm.
