“Just think about how amazing it must be to have everyone like you, want to be friends with you, or at least pretend to like you? Imagine people wanting to talk to you for another reason other than to ask you what the answer on a homework question is. Imagine liking someone and not having to think “I’m not popular enough for them to go out with me.” Imagine being powerful and important; having your word be an unshakeable decree which no plebeian in the school can defy.”
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The New York Times is selling the Boston Globe and the rest of its New England Media Group to John Henry, the billionaire who’s principal owner of the Boston Red Sox, for $70 million in cash.
The news has prompted some rather depressing comments about the Globe’s relative worth. For example, Ken Doctor at the Nieman Journalism Lab noted that the price is $12 million less than the five-year contract that Red Sox pitcher John Lackey signed in 2009. But harshest comparison may with the Globe of 20 years ago, which The Times acquired for $1.1 billion.
Along with the Globe newspaper, the sale includes the BostonGlobe.com website, Boston.com, the Worcester Telegram & Gazette, Telegram.com, and the globe’s direct mail marketing company Globe Direct.
In its most recent earnings report, The Times said its New England Media Group’s revenue was down 7.4 percent year-over-year, with a 2.3 percent drop…
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Wow. Animated GIFs are everywhere now… even on a vintage Apple II Plus!
Nathan Griffith put together an awesome bit of code that makes it possible to display animated GIFs on an Apple II+ with only 64K of RAM.
How does it work? Essentially, a Python script converts an animated GIF to a maximum resolution of 280 x 192, reduces its colors to a pallette of 4, and then outputs them to a floppy disk in a format an old Apple II+ can read.
To start with, the thing most often said of Nicolas Cage: he is weird-looking, with constituent parts that don’t promise to add up to a movie star. His hair, like cultivated grassland, is lush at the top and sparse at the root. There is something puppety about his face. And, of course, there are his eyes, which, like the Woody Allen joke – “You have the most eyes I’ve ever seen on any person” – qualify him to play both romantic leads and psychopaths. At 49, Cage overturns every industry standard, and there’s no denying it: the result is transfixing. “Have a blueberry muffin,” he says in that agonised drawl, and flashes a goofy grin.