It about 100 W per person. Although the stadium has 10s of thousands of people, only a few thousand are in motion at any given time, as the wave goes through a section of the crowd. So the total power is about 200 kW. John Fernandez Jr, Raymond Hines, and James W. Watson all passed away over a decade ago. Their cremated remains ..
Perhaps I should start saying: “If one cannot handle me at my worst, one cannot handle most others at their best.” Hah! Perhaps that shall be my latest Tinder quip! Anyway, thanks for the inspiration. It delightful how often the most meager statements from others can lead my mind into drawing genius from itself, not unlike some peasant lowering a bucket unknowingly into my mental well of refined logic. Now, to await the next moment when someone risks existential destruction by testing my insight into truth!.
Junket, n. [Of somewhat obscure history, in respect both of forms and senses, but app. A. But deporting the parents while keeping the kids is wrong. Also, there is no law that mandated separating kids from their families. They’re being treated as unaccompanied minors and put into orphanages, even though they’re not.
Android allows apps to just run in the background, which is too enticing to apps that want to track you like FB, Uber and others. Android by design is slower and consumes more Ram/CPU since they there is a Java layer between hardware and software, reason for that is iOS only runs on specific CPU and hardware, and Android from the start has to support a multitude of CPU and hardware. It even feels laggy compared to IOS.
The internet is at least somewhat feared by regimes such as in China, who don’t like people accessing all sorts of information out there and openly discussing things, criticising established ideas. The same is true to some degree for religion. A recent documentary on a conservative Jewish community in New York showed how they shunned the internet (as well as television) to avoid being exposed to what is out there.
But that one embryo grew until it was clearly a being with arms and legs and a sweet, dreaming face. Eduardo watched it through scanners. “You hold my life in your hands,” he told the infant. The Flood’s enjoyable hokum is immediately bettered by SOS, a savage of bass, furiously paced disco romp with Mark Owen on gleeful lead vocals and Williams providing adrenaline flecked back ups. The latter sounds like he having a ball throughout, particularly on another Owen/Williams duet, Kidz, which exhilaratingly combines martial beats, glam guitars, Atari techno and the kind of absurd dystopian pomp (“Daggers of science evolving into violence / We’re not sure where the fallout blows”) usually found on Muse albums. On the space funk of Underground Machine the closest thing to a Williams solo track he sounds more ruttingly, struttingly confident than he has in years..