This is the best economics paper I have ever read; and to describe it in those terms is to seriously undersell it. I’d quote the last paragraph in one of those nostalgebraist no-context things, but the context is pretty incredible.
I think that the lower specced phones might not run the VR aspect, but might otherwise work?
Yeah, it’s looking like the answer is “Pokemon Go actually runs fine on 1 GB of RAM”. I asked my brother (who has this model) if he can play it, and he said that while he hasn’t actually tried to play it, Google doesn’t complain about incompatibility if he tries to install it. Plus, one of the Amazon reviews for that phone explicitly mentions playing Pokemon Go on it.
I’m thinking I’ll buy the same model as him once I scrape together some more Amazon credit. Probably throw a new phone pouch into the order too if I can’t find anything suitable lying around; that phone is huge and will definitely not fit in the pouch I have now. (Never going back to Velcro pouches, though, not after several years with a Velcro MP3 player pouch that had an increasing tendency to open by accident. Zipper pouches all the way.)
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#talopine #Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #oh look an update #replies
How can Pokemon Go be so popular if so few phone models can run it?
Like, am I missing something, or are phones with enough RAM small-selection and rather expensive? I looked on Amazon for 2GB RAM smartphones, and I got four entries, three of which were ~$195 and one that was $280.
Though I’d prefer to use Amazon store credit, and an unlocked phone could be nice, I might end up buying another locked phone from PC Mobile. They’ll sell me a 2 GB model Amazon doesn’t carry for $104. The only problem I’ve ever had with my current PC Mobile lock was having to buy a very cheap flip-phone shell when I needed a temporary American cell phone last year, rather than putting an American SIM card in my pre-existing smartphone. Not only have I never wanted to buy a non-PC Canadian plan, I’ve never even bought a PC plan. It’s looking like my first smart-”phone” is going to live out its entire life without ever actually seeing a SIM card.
Also, apparently all smartphones are really tall now, so I’d need to replace my phone pouch too so a new phone will fit. I liked that pouch.
(I’m not just complaining. If anyone knows of an Amazon Canada listing that the search isn’t picking up, or some other decent method of obtaining a suitable phone (either cheaper or less locked than PC), or if Pokemon Go actually runs fine on 1 GB of RAM and Niantic was just being conservative with their list of specs, let me know. America-specific recommendations accepted if I can act on them during my day trip to Buffalo later this month and they’re unlocked, or possibly so cheap that their unlock fee is worth it: I don’t want to be tied to a carrier whose service area I don’t live in, in case I buy a plan someday. (But keep exchange rates in mind; from a CAD viewpoint, objects priced in USD are more expensive than they look.))
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#oh look an original post #Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #and has been thinking of replacing the smaller one #nothing is *wrong* with it per se #it functions fine according to its original specifications #but I’m getting tired of juggling data around its tiny hard drive #(I’ve already had to uninstall multiple apps I wanted to keep because I simply didn’t have space) #(not *everything* can be transferred to the microSD) #and I would like to finally learn to speak Pokemon #but the thing that pushed me over into serious planning for replacement #was that Mom now has a thing she’d like to do that she needs a smartphone for #but it doesn’t really matter how *good* a smartphone #so I told her I’d buy a new one for me and hand my old one down to her #(neatly circumventing waste-not-want-not issues) #tag rambles
If pop music is determined to keep the compulsory heterosexuality from top to bottom, the least they could do is have guys sing about, I dunno, their desire to have a fifty-foot-tall chubby dragon woman sit on their face or something.
Where’s my dismal, by-the-numbers EDM track about vore?
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#music #sexuality and lack thereof #I’d listen to it #(or give it a shot anyway)
Since I’ve decided to make a tiny R2D2 for my robotics class I spent the morning finding .wav files of the different sounds he makes but the original file names I knew would get confusing
so here I am sitting here psychoanalyzing and personifying as many of them as I can because okay yeah he’s beeping and chirping but what was he feeling
much better
You are a delight
what does it say about me that i think i know which beeps you’re talking about in all of these
It means you are learnéd in all the important disciplines.
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #Star Wars #(I am not learned in the important disciplines) #(but this is still funny)
Today I talked to a girl, a teenage girl old enough to drive and contribute to society with a job, who did not know what a house hippo is. She had no fucking clue. I tried to tell her how much they like the crumbs of peanut butter on toast but she didn’t understand. And in that moment I realized I was fucking old.
I realized this is such a Canada specific post omg. If you don’t know about the house hippo, please enjoy this one minute video that almost every Canadian alive in the 90s can recite verbatim.
Okay I thought this was adorable and then I got to the end and it’s a commercial about… teaching people critical thinking skills and healthy skepticism and like… fact-checking? This is amazing. The House Hippo needs to come to America.
Tumblr needs to adopt The House Hippo as its mascot. Instead of Snopes, we should just respond to bullshit posts with “PLEASE FEED YOUR HOUSE HIPPO. HOUSE HIPPO NEEDS FOOD BADLY!”
I just want to say, as a kid I always saw this commercial and I was too busy flipping shit about a house hippo that I never payed attention to the last bit and I thought house hippos were real until I was like 8.
frankly until I scrolled down I thought house hippo was gonna be some Canadian term for a roomba
…90′s? I didn’t move to Canada until 2007 and I saw the house hippo commercial.
(Although I suppose the math still checks out, since if you haven’t seen the commercial since you were, like, eight, you might not remember it. Much like how the parents of a given generation are much better at making references to that generation’s children’s media than the kids are.)
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#our home and cherished land #house hippo #amnesia cw #(I know it bothers *me* when people wax nostalgic about things I technically experienced but no longer recall) #(there’s some shows and movies I can’t watch because it’s too painful to watch something #–as the Men in Black commercial I mentioned recently put it– #”again for the first time”) #(so you know) #(if you’re a young Canadian who can’t bear to watch this again for the first time) #(I understand) #(but if not I recommend it)
Well, it’s not scientific, but I can think of maybe 2-3 people (including me) who started out fairly far to the right and are now pretty far to the left, and one person (you) who started out left a ways and has stayed there. The rest of the people I follow whose… political trajectories I’m aware of, which is maybe a dozen or so, seem to have started out sort of… mildly leftish-centrist and have moved further left with time. Like, there’s – I know there’s a norm of teenage rebellion and finding your own path, but my impression is that wide swings across the ideological center are fairly rare and may involve some kind of conversion/aversion experience.
(Bear in mind here that I’m very depressed, so this next part, I’m probably being more of a catty little bitch than is called for. But – like, I think we’ve discussed, you tend to run into a thing where people are like “Well, nobody is born feminist/whatever, we have to learn, go easy on us?” I genuinely don’t recall if that’s ever been me saying that, and like I say I could be totally wrong, but… like, my completely unsupported impression is, that kind of remark comes more from people who were born centrist, have liked to consider themselves quite left-wing progressive, and are just finding out that they’ve got a long fucking way to go and are feeling defensive about it? Like, pulling an example out of the air, somebody says “you know g*psy is a slur, right?”, and instead of “oh shit! no i didn’t know, sorry!”, they reach more for “don’t judge me! i couldn’t have known!” it’s… like i say, i could be full of shit, but for me myself, that identity-thing of “don’t judge me, i didn’t know any better” got lost somewhere around the same time as “gayness is a SIN”. i mean, i still don’t like being seen as a fuckup, i imagine nobody does, but my mental image of people who say “nobody is born knowing whatever” is of kids who… still have that belief in their own Moral Rectitude, you know? who have never yet had to integrate into their identity the fact that they are A Person Who Can And Does Fuck Up. who feel like they need to defend the idea that they couldn’t have done any better, defend their… their honor, and that’s their go-to excuse because idk it fits their world paradigm or whatever.)
(sorry. i say “kids”. given that this conversation involves a discussion of authors younger than me having their shit together, and that you also are quite a lot younger than me, that’s probably a bad choice of words. but i’m failing to come up with a better one. :P)
again. large grain of salt. possibly a barrel of salt. or a very large crystal. a hunk of salt. i’m tired and depressed and pretty sure i’m not being terribly articulate. but that’s my impression: most people our age have started out pretty centrist, and i’d bet the ones who overgeneralize about “nobody grows up far-leftist” are included in that centrist-moving-leftward group.
Hmm. The thing is–and I know I often elide this–I don’t think I was exactly raised far-left per se. Like, there were groups (the ones that come to mind are black people and gay people) where people talked positively about them, but you never seemed to actually meet any. Trans people were mostly not on our radar, and when they were they were mostly viewed with vaguely benevolent confusion.
But I was raised left enough that when I did meet full-on social-justice folk, they didn’t feel foreign. I wasn’t exactly raised in SJ culture, but the place I was raised was…adjacent, somewhere close enough that SJ proper felt of-a-piece with it.
>>they reach more for “don’t judge me! i couldn’t have known!”<<
For me, personally, while that reaction is correlated with childhood because I hang out on the Internet more as an adult, I think the main distinction is actually speech vs text. Offline!me’s* primary reaction to conflict is fight; Brin’s primary reaction is flight. My first emotion when called wrong is anger, but given a short time (usually short enough that textual communication will inherently give it to you) the anger is overwhelmed by fear. “If I crush the opposition they’ll stop hurting me!” becomes “As far as I can tell, I have never managed to successfully crush anyone, and I have no reason to think this will be the exception. Trying and failing to crush them will only prolong the fight and its associated pain. The only way of ending a fight that reliably works for me is complete and unconditional surrender, so that’s what I should do.” (Now that I’ve spent a lot of time in that frame of mind where my cowardice can shine through, I can even manage flight reactions in offline conflicts sometimes.)
(Apparently a lot of people are more the opposite? I mean, I guess they must be, or we wouldn’t have stuff along the lines of the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory. In a twisted sort of way, I suppose the existence of opposite people helped me; while I haven’t managed a 100% perfect record, I learned very fast that I could avoid a lot of fuckups by staying very quiet, observing, and letting other people make beginners’ mistakes for me.)
*My legal name would be less clunky, and I wouldn’t mind you knowing it, but I’m writing this publicly.
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#it’s not really Learning to Accept That I Can Be Wrong #as much as #Learning It Is In My Self-Interest to Pretend to Accept That I Can Be Wrong #(people who are not motivated primarily by self-interest confuse me and I am often tripped up by them) #(what do you mean you’re professing [insert political stance here] because you think it’s correct) #(and not because you fear social repercussions for not supporting it or because it would benefit you personally?) #(how does *that* work?) #reply via reblog #our roads may be golden or broken or lost
