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Jobs smiled warmly as he told them he was going after their market. “He said we were a feature, not a product,” says Houston. Courteously, Jobs spent the next half hour waxing on over tea about his return to Apple, and why not to trust investors, as the duo—or more accurately, Houston, who plays Penn…
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The RFID conscious family.
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Your data on Google – Good to Know – Google
Your data on Google – Good to Know – Google A look at how Google uses the data it collects from you.
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Introducing “The Nest” – a learning thermostat
Introducing “The Nest” – a learning thermostat
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RFID Tracking Possibilites
RFID Tracking Possibilites
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Even hermit crabs aren’t immune to swings in their own ecological economies. A global shortage of shells is leaving the entire species short on housing, and the DIY design community over at Makerbot isn’t having it. Stepping in to bring shelter to the shell-less, Makerbot has launched Project Shellter along with artist in residence Miles Lightwood to…
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Magnetic liquid – ferrofluid – магнитная жидкость / Dancing Ferrofluid (by ArefyevaTatyana) -Thought this was somewhat topical for our design class. Had I been tasked with naming this piece, it would have been something more like “Colorful Hedgehogs Play in Mercury.” (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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Networked Cartography
No Metro lines, no URLS. This time, it’s the 140 most influential people on twitter, sorted by #name #handle #category #influence #activity. Plus: When they started tweeting and what they first said. It took quite some time until we had it in the shape we envisioned. Also check out their Web Trend Map 4 – they…
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The world is filled with people who take pride in never having played Angry Birds, or who turn their noses up at iPhone games in general. Let them. There was a legitimate case to be made for the possibility of Angry Birds winning game of the year from the Academy of Interactive Arts and Sciences,…
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Maniacal Rage: Fuck You, Tiny Wings
Maniacal Rage: Fuck You, Tiny Wings maniacalrage: I hate this game. I hate it so much. Every time I open it, I tense up. I dread touching for sunrise. I hate the night. It’s a fucking bastard, the night. And what about the sun? The sun is a lazy bitch who only helps you out…