Ever driven through any of California's oil fields? Drive through someplace like Taft, and you'll see that the number of pipes just there on the property probably dwarf the amount of pipes moving that oil across the country.
I think you might have demonstrated that you can't read the words that I wrote. Perhaps I should turn this into a special product for people like yourself.
I've got an old Dyson Animal vacuum, and I'm always impressed with how full of dirt the canister gets. So I've got high hopes for a robotic Dyson.
That said, the reviews trickling into Amazon kind of deflate those hopes: suction is great, but otherwise it seems to have all the kinds of problems that all the robot vacuums have.
Definitely not something I'd be willing to plunk down a thousand dollars for. Here's to hoping the next version is a marked improvement.
> Apps owning their own data in Android should make you happy, not sad, because it's what prevents a malicious app from hoovering up all of your Tinder messages, or your financial data from Mint.
That's well and good, but it also prevents YOU from hoovering up all your data.
Wouldn't the napkin be touchin the table then? Or do you ask for a fresh napkin so you don't have to use the one from the table? And ask about the storage of the napkins and silverware, in comparison to any cleaning solutions or other chemicals?
You just make up some meaning from thin air. All meaning is made up. Meaning is a human construct, as any other concept.
Even if you disagree with me, you may concede that for all practical means the universe is infinite and the human mind is finite. Since something finite can't contain the infinite, how foolish would I be if I pretend to understand the universe?
Not that I agree with the creationists, I would love to believe that I'm special because some big guy in the sky gave me life. It is a comforting idea, but in order to accept the concept of an anthropomorphic god you have to believe that humans are somehow special, and this is very pretentious. I'm living in this tiny little rock floating in space which existence is barely a drop in the ocean of time. I'm not special except in the minds of the few people that manage to like me.
But I will not pretend my own version of god is less made-up: the Tao we talk about is not the real Tao.
