Google Nexus S a user review.
I recently bought a new phone it was a Google Nexus S, it feels like i was pretty late to join the smart phone era. With this i mean i didn't really see the point of having a phone that can do anything my laptop can. I'd rather have my laptop with my at all times, it has a bigger screen, more memory etc. Oh well, i finally bought one and could not be happier about it.
Google Nexus S
It has a 4 inch superamoled screen which is really nice, the colors are really vivid. It has been said that the superamoled is the retina screens correspondent, for the people that don't know the retina screen is the screen used on apple mobiles such as the iphone 4. The only downside to the superamoled technique is that it drains your cellphones battery really quick. All and all it is about the same.
The screen feels really responsive and the keyboard layout is almost identical to the iphones.
The Google Nexus S runs on a 1GHz Hummingbird CPU which enables it to run varies applications at the same time without slowing it down.
Various features are light sensors on the display, digital compass, a build in gyroscope etc.
But this is all the technical side of the phone, i really wanted to focus on how user friendly this phone is.
There is a lot of people saying that the android platform is hard to navigate on and that it is made by the hardcore audience for the super users. But it's really the opposite, i mean if you are like me a so called "hardcore" user you can do almost anything with this phone. For example, create a WiFi hotspot so that you can access the internet from a computer nearby, or use it as an remote to control your computer at home. But it has also been tweaked to fit the more common user, on the surface it resembles iphones iOS which makes it really easy to pick up and use right of the bat.
To summarize, it is a really good phone and i don't know why so much people condemn the android platform without having tried it out first. I'd pick this phone over an iphone 4 any day, but that's just my opinion.
måndag 8 augusti 2011
tisdag 26 juli 2011
E-writing assignment 3
Limerick: My friend Jack
You might know my good friend Jack
His not a kind of cognac
His taste is exquisite
Your feelings revisit
While having a sip of this Jack
The Ode: Computer
O computer with thy screen so bright
Your body is squared and color have faded
Thou, weird form, you give me light
With all my quest you have me aided
It is said you have no own will
When by old age you are struck and invaded
Thou believe everything starts with nil
Your master shall continue getting you upgraded
To this generation you are considered a waste
They only think of trading you with haste
The Poem: self-conscious
I’m sitting here in the dark
Fearing the day someone makes another remark
Why me? What did I ever do to them?
I feel like a criminal the way I’m being condemned
It feels like I’m always at the edge of my seat
If they don’t watch I’ll knock you of your feet
You better think again I won’t back out of a fight
If that’s really what you want then all right
All these things that I hear might be subconscious
That’s what happens when your self-conscious
You might know my good friend Jack
His not a kind of cognac
His taste is exquisite
Your feelings revisit
While having a sip of this Jack
The Ode: Computer
O computer with thy screen so bright
Your body is squared and color have faded
Thou, weird form, you give me light
With all my quest you have me aided
It is said you have no own will
When by old age you are struck and invaded
Thou believe everything starts with nil
Your master shall continue getting you upgraded
To this generation you are considered a waste
They only think of trading you with haste
The Poem: self-conscious
I’m sitting here in the dark
Fearing the day someone makes another remark
Why me? What did I ever do to them?
I feel like a criminal the way I’m being condemned
It feels like I’m always at the edge of my seat
If they don’t watch I’ll knock you of your feet
You better think again I won’t back out of a fight
If that’s really what you want then all right
All these things that I hear might be subconscious
That’s what happens when your self-conscious
onsdag 6 juli 2011
E-writing assignment 2
1)
“You're waiting at a bus stop in your home town. A well-mannered and well-spoken male tourist stops by and asks you for directions to places he says he's been told to visit during his stay. You offer to help him, but as the conversation continues you find yourself overwhelmed by a growing sense of unease.”
- Apologies friend, I seem to be lost. Could you point me in the direction of the nearest tourist information center?
- Oh, sure. I guess you are not from around here?
- Correct, I am from a far away country called England. Are you a local lad then?
- Was that a joke? I don’t get it…Yes born and raised here.
- Do you have any family or friends close by?
- That was a weird question…why do you ask?
- No reason, was just trying to make conversation.
- Well, the closest tourist information center is just down the road.
- Thanks laddie, but I think I’ll stay and keep you company for a while.
- Well, that’s ok I guess. Why are you visiting this town if I may ask?
- No special reason, I just heard it was a quite and calm town, is it true that most people here keep to them self?
- Yes, that is quite true. Most people here would not notice if someone goes missing.
- Seems like there’s not many people outside this late, it makes it all the easier for me.
- What? What do you mean by that?
- Well no one can here you scream!
2)
“Close after the murder of a local youngster while the police is investigating the crime scene. People are starting to gather around the police blockade, a familiar face returns to the scene.”
Police: Now now, nothing to see here! Everyone back off!
Stranger: What has occurred here? Did someone die?
Police: Seems like we have a murder case on our hands. The victim was slaughtered, it’s the worse thing I’ve ever seen.
Stranger: Any information about the victim?
Police: All the information is classified, there is nothing we can tell the public about it at the moment. The one thing I can say is that whoever did this is a sick bastard.
Stranger: I don’t think your giving the murderer enough credit, he is an artist in a dull world trying to stand out with his work.
Police: Wait what? The person that has the guts to do that to another human being deserves the chair! There’s nothing artistic about this, it’s just cruel.
Stranger: Well officer, seems that you might have a grudge with the killer. Wasn’t it just recently that he killed wife Sharon and your unborn son?
Police: Don’t you dare about them! The killers should be 6 feet under if it was not for that god damn fire!
Stranger: Now don’t get mad yet office, we still have so much discuss you and i. I can see the anger in your eyes, try to stay focused. What do you know about the killer?
Police: It has to be a male, in his late 30’s, about yay tall, dark hair, caucasian, that about all that we know about him. It feels like we are so close to finding out who he is, but we are lacking one detail.
Stranger: Oh officer, if you only knew how close you were at times. What is this last crucial detail that you are lacking?
Police: We need a face, we know almost everything about him but we cannot put a face on the killer yet.
Stranger: Here officer, take this note. It might aid you in your quest. “Walks away”.
Officer: Wait! “Opens the letter and finds a picture of his wife”.
3)
Ryan: This does not feel quite right.
Lewis: What’s wrong?
Ryan: This is kind of uncomfortable, I mean everyone else don’t complain so I guess I shouldn’t either.
Lewis: Don’t go playing with the adjustment, it might get worse.
Ryan: Oh god, this is even more uncomfortable. I’ll have to call for personal to get this fixed.
Lewis: I told you! You always do this, just stay put and it will be over sooner than you think.
Ryan: I wish I could but I don’t see the purpose I should suffer, I mean I paid the same amount of money like everybody else. So I should be able to at least be comfortable.
Lewis: Just try to focus on something else, it has been 2 hours already might as well endure this last hour.
Ryan: Well, what do you propose? I cannot really look at anything, the sun is to bright and it is starting to get really cold in here.
Lewis: Excuse me miss! Could we get a blanket over here?
Janet: Of course sir, in a minute.
Ryan: I’m starting to feel sick, think I am going to throw up. I don’t think it was a good idea to take those pills, I’m still scared out of my mind.
Lewis: Well now we know Ryan, next time you can try something else. I’ve heard a lot of people try getting drunk before to loosen up. Maybe you can try that?
Ryan: No way! I think that may just make things worse, then I might actually throw up.
Janet: Here is your blanket sir, can I get you anything else?
Lewis: No thanks, we are all set.
Ryan: Oh my god, feels like there is something going on. My seat is shaking and all.
Lewis: Yes just stay put, it will all be over in a minute or two.
“You're waiting at a bus stop in your home town. A well-mannered and well-spoken male tourist stops by and asks you for directions to places he says he's been told to visit during his stay. You offer to help him, but as the conversation continues you find yourself overwhelmed by a growing sense of unease.”
- Apologies friend, I seem to be lost. Could you point me in the direction of the nearest tourist information center?
- Oh, sure. I guess you are not from around here?
- Correct, I am from a far away country called England. Are you a local lad then?
- Was that a joke? I don’t get it…Yes born and raised here.
- Do you have any family or friends close by?
- That was a weird question…why do you ask?
- No reason, was just trying to make conversation.
- Well, the closest tourist information center is just down the road.
- Thanks laddie, but I think I’ll stay and keep you company for a while.
- Well, that’s ok I guess. Why are you visiting this town if I may ask?
- No special reason, I just heard it was a quite and calm town, is it true that most people here keep to them self?
- Yes, that is quite true. Most people here would not notice if someone goes missing.
- Seems like there’s not many people outside this late, it makes it all the easier for me.
- What? What do you mean by that?
- Well no one can here you scream!
2)
“Close after the murder of a local youngster while the police is investigating the crime scene. People are starting to gather around the police blockade, a familiar face returns to the scene.”
Police: Now now, nothing to see here! Everyone back off!
Stranger: What has occurred here? Did someone die?
Police: Seems like we have a murder case on our hands. The victim was slaughtered, it’s the worse thing I’ve ever seen.
Stranger: Any information about the victim?
Police: All the information is classified, there is nothing we can tell the public about it at the moment. The one thing I can say is that whoever did this is a sick bastard.
Stranger: I don’t think your giving the murderer enough credit, he is an artist in a dull world trying to stand out with his work.
Police: Wait what? The person that has the guts to do that to another human being deserves the chair! There’s nothing artistic about this, it’s just cruel.
Stranger: Well officer, seems that you might have a grudge with the killer. Wasn’t it just recently that he killed wife Sharon and your unborn son?
Police: Don’t you dare about them! The killers should be 6 feet under if it was not for that god damn fire!
Stranger: Now don’t get mad yet office, we still have so much discuss you and i. I can see the anger in your eyes, try to stay focused. What do you know about the killer?
Police: It has to be a male, in his late 30’s, about yay tall, dark hair, caucasian, that about all that we know about him. It feels like we are so close to finding out who he is, but we are lacking one detail.
Stranger: Oh officer, if you only knew how close you were at times. What is this last crucial detail that you are lacking?
Police: We need a face, we know almost everything about him but we cannot put a face on the killer yet.
Stranger: Here officer, take this note. It might aid you in your quest. “Walks away”.
Officer: Wait! “Opens the letter and finds a picture of his wife”.
3)
Ryan: This does not feel quite right.
Lewis: What’s wrong?
Ryan: This is kind of uncomfortable, I mean everyone else don’t complain so I guess I shouldn’t either.
Lewis: Don’t go playing with the adjustment, it might get worse.
Ryan: Oh god, this is even more uncomfortable. I’ll have to call for personal to get this fixed.
Lewis: I told you! You always do this, just stay put and it will be over sooner than you think.
Ryan: I wish I could but I don’t see the purpose I should suffer, I mean I paid the same amount of money like everybody else. So I should be able to at least be comfortable.
Lewis: Just try to focus on something else, it has been 2 hours already might as well endure this last hour.
Ryan: Well, what do you propose? I cannot really look at anything, the sun is to bright and it is starting to get really cold in here.
Lewis: Excuse me miss! Could we get a blanket over here?
Janet: Of course sir, in a minute.
Ryan: I’m starting to feel sick, think I am going to throw up. I don’t think it was a good idea to take those pills, I’m still scared out of my mind.
Lewis: Well now we know Ryan, next time you can try something else. I’ve heard a lot of people try getting drunk before to loosen up. Maybe you can try that?
Ryan: No way! I think that may just make things worse, then I might actually throw up.
Janet: Here is your blanket sir, can I get you anything else?
Lewis: No thanks, we are all set.
Ryan: Oh my god, feels like there is something going on. My seat is shaking and all.
Lewis: Yes just stay put, it will all be over in a minute or two.
tisdag 28 juni 2011
E-writing assignment 1
Heavy Rain
There he was, alone in the pouring rain, wondering if this was it, Ben was jumping in and out of consciousness, the blast from the revolver still ringing in his head. His past had finally caught up to him, Ben reached for a cigarette but the heavy rain kept him from lighting it. The sound of the rain tapping against the hard concrete almost felt soothing, the last thing Ben could remember was the muffled sound of paramedic.
“ Stay with us Ben!”, The paramedics voice echoed through his head.
“I ain’t going nowhere doc”, Ben mumbled.
He could feel that something was wrong with his mouth, the things he was saying sounded different.
“Your jaw is shattered, so try not to speak”, said the paramedic with a hint of fear in his voice.
Ben was feeling light headed, they had given him some morphine for the pain and his eyelids were getting heavier every second. He could hear the paramedics talking about his condition when he finally passed out.
Several days had passed since the incident, when Ben finally returned to the police station.
“Ben, I am glad that your ok, the chief wants to see you.”, said the receptionist.
Ben stumbled inside the police chiefs office. The chief was a very tall man so when he stood up people often had to look up to him.
“Ben! How are you feeling?”, asked the police chief.
“Like I’ve been thrown of a cliff.”, Ben said while forcing his jaw to cooperate with him.
The chief was closely observing Ben as he was talking, he then looked down on his desk on some papers and looked back up at Ben. Ben could tell by the look of the chiefs face that it was time to get down to business.
“What’s wrong chief? You got something for me?”, Ben said eagerly.
“I am sure I will regret this but we got a lead on the people that did this to you.”, said the police chief, “And it gets worse, I am putting you in charge of the investigation.”, he continued saying.
Bens face lightened up as he was filled by the thought of repaying the favor, the chief looked quite miserable as he realized what he just had done.
“Well I’m off.”, said Ben as he turned to face the door.
“Promise me you will not do anything stupid now Ben!”, said the chief with a considerate tone.
“I’m not good with promises.”, said Ben as he walked away.
Well outside been reached for a cigarette while glancing up on the city skyline. The silhouette of the young 1940 New York almost seemed evil, as it was looking back at Ben with a grim smile. Suddenly been felt weak at heart and his legs gave way, the thick smoke from the cigarette filled his lungs. Ben fell backwards trying to lean at the closest wall, which happened to be further away then he thought. His body slammed down at the payment while people were walking by.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?”, said Ben to himself while grinding his teeth.
When he finally got home the phone was ringing, it was an officer out on the field who had got hold of a witness to the incident.
Ben moved like a silent shadow through the dark back alleys of New York as he approached a diner were the witness was being held. As he got closer images of that night when the shit hit the fan started to reappear in his head, it was almost as he was reliving that moment several times in his head. Just as Bens memories was getting more intense the flash of the chrome revolver appeared, but in fact it was a other officers flashlight.
“Ben, you feeling alright?”, said the officer who drove the car.
“Yeah, was just daydreaming bout’ better times”, said Ben as he started to realize the things he just saw was all in his head.
As they drove up to the broken down diner Ben could see the reflection of blue lights, almost the whole police station was there. He walked inside and in the far back of the diner sat a almost perfect example of a bookie. He was short, almost as short as if his feet could barely reach the floor from the barstool he was sitting on. As Ben approached the bookie he almost fell of his chair.
“It’s you!”, he stumbled, “You’re the one they are talking about!”, the bookie said with a stuttering voice.
“What, me?”, Ben answered surprised.
The bookie now looked even more chocked, his eyes glancing through the thick glasses he was wearing. Almost as if he would have seen a ghost.
“Your supposed to be dead!”, he shouted out in despair.
The atmosphere was tense, you could hear a needled drop from a mile away.
“I’m supposed to be dead?”, said Ben with a angry tone, “Then your dimwitted henchmen didn’t do the job right”, he said now with a smug grin on his face.
Ben grabbed hold of the small man and lifted him off his feet, pushing him against the wall with a firm hold of his trench coat. The bookie looked terrified and started breathing frenetic.
“You will tell me all I need to know about you’re so called clients or we’ll have a problem here”, Ben said with deep threat full tone, as he was pushing the bookie against the wall even harder.
Information was now pouring out of the bookie like the water gushing out of nearby broken fire post , as Ben felt like had all the information he needed about the suspects he let the officers at the diner take the bookie in for surveillance. It was early in the morning, the dawn was spectacular and they couldn’t help grinning as they drove off.
There he was, alone in the pouring rain, wondering if this was it, Ben was jumping in and out of consciousness, the blast from the revolver still ringing in his head. His past had finally caught up to him, Ben reached for a cigarette but the heavy rain kept him from lighting it. The sound of the rain tapping against the hard concrete almost felt soothing, the last thing Ben could remember was the muffled sound of paramedic.
“ Stay with us Ben!”, The paramedics voice echoed through his head.
“I ain’t going nowhere doc”, Ben mumbled.
He could feel that something was wrong with his mouth, the things he was saying sounded different.
“Your jaw is shattered, so try not to speak”, said the paramedic with a hint of fear in his voice.
Ben was feeling light headed, they had given him some morphine for the pain and his eyelids were getting heavier every second. He could hear the paramedics talking about his condition when he finally passed out.
Several days had passed since the incident, when Ben finally returned to the police station.
“Ben, I am glad that your ok, the chief wants to see you.”, said the receptionist.
Ben stumbled inside the police chiefs office. The chief was a very tall man so when he stood up people often had to look up to him.
“Ben! How are you feeling?”, asked the police chief.
“Like I’ve been thrown of a cliff.”, Ben said while forcing his jaw to cooperate with him.
The chief was closely observing Ben as he was talking, he then looked down on his desk on some papers and looked back up at Ben. Ben could tell by the look of the chiefs face that it was time to get down to business.
“What’s wrong chief? You got something for me?”, Ben said eagerly.
“I am sure I will regret this but we got a lead on the people that did this to you.”, said the police chief, “And it gets worse, I am putting you in charge of the investigation.”, he continued saying.
Bens face lightened up as he was filled by the thought of repaying the favor, the chief looked quite miserable as he realized what he just had done.
“Well I’m off.”, said Ben as he turned to face the door.
“Promise me you will not do anything stupid now Ben!”, said the chief with a considerate tone.
“I’m not good with promises.”, said Ben as he walked away.
Well outside been reached for a cigarette while glancing up on the city skyline. The silhouette of the young 1940 New York almost seemed evil, as it was looking back at Ben with a grim smile. Suddenly been felt weak at heart and his legs gave way, the thick smoke from the cigarette filled his lungs. Ben fell backwards trying to lean at the closest wall, which happened to be further away then he thought. His body slammed down at the payment while people were walking by.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?”, said Ben to himself while grinding his teeth.
When he finally got home the phone was ringing, it was an officer out on the field who had got hold of a witness to the incident.
Ben moved like a silent shadow through the dark back alleys of New York as he approached a diner were the witness was being held. As he got closer images of that night when the shit hit the fan started to reappear in his head, it was almost as he was reliving that moment several times in his head. Just as Bens memories was getting more intense the flash of the chrome revolver appeared, but in fact it was a other officers flashlight.
“Ben, you feeling alright?”, said the officer who drove the car.
“Yeah, was just daydreaming bout’ better times”, said Ben as he started to realize the things he just saw was all in his head.
As they drove up to the broken down diner Ben could see the reflection of blue lights, almost the whole police station was there. He walked inside and in the far back of the diner sat a almost perfect example of a bookie. He was short, almost as short as if his feet could barely reach the floor from the barstool he was sitting on. As Ben approached the bookie he almost fell of his chair.
“It’s you!”, he stumbled, “You’re the one they are talking about!”, the bookie said with a stuttering voice.
“What, me?”, Ben answered surprised.
The bookie now looked even more chocked, his eyes glancing through the thick glasses he was wearing. Almost as if he would have seen a ghost.
“Your supposed to be dead!”, he shouted out in despair.
The atmosphere was tense, you could hear a needled drop from a mile away.
“I’m supposed to be dead?”, said Ben with a angry tone, “Then your dimwitted henchmen didn’t do the job right”, he said now with a smug grin on his face.
Ben grabbed hold of the small man and lifted him off his feet, pushing him against the wall with a firm hold of his trench coat. The bookie looked terrified and started breathing frenetic.
“You will tell me all I need to know about you’re so called clients or we’ll have a problem here”, Ben said with deep threat full tone, as he was pushing the bookie against the wall even harder.
Information was now pouring out of the bookie like the water gushing out of nearby broken fire post , as Ben felt like had all the information he needed about the suspects he let the officers at the diner take the bookie in for surveillance. It was early in the morning, the dawn was spectacular and they couldn’t help grinning as they drove off.
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