Core 2 Octo

This is exciting times for the computing world. Apparently Intel is harbouring some exciting tech developments for a while, and now in a span of a less than a year, unleashed the Core chips, Core 2 and Core 2 Duo chips and soon, the Core 2 Quad.
I brushed up on the tech specs of these little babies, and most importantly, a jaunt to check out the latest going price for the top of the line Core 2 Extreme (65nm, 2.9Ghz, 2 MB Shared cache, and apparently as silent as a mosquito sneeze). It’s RM3000+. For a processor. Sigh.
Anyway, the point of this post is this: the sexy names Intel is coming up with for the multicore chips. Apparently it as to be technically correct, but not a term that is too technically accurate to put off the masses. Lowest common denominator crap, geddit?
With Intel going Solo for single-core, Duo for dual-core, Quad for quad-core, I’m going to take the leap and guess Intel’s gonna call the 8-core processor the Core 2 Octo. Octal is just too long – sounds silly too. 16-core processor? Easy. Core 2 Hex. I won’t bet against some politically correct groups going up in arms over that one. “I won’t use a machine that implies it’s powered by otherworldly forces! No Sir!”
Do you think they’ll pay me money since I went online with the names first?


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Idle (incoherent) musings

It’s amazing. Just when you think you’ve come up with a brilliant idea, there are already a lot of people who’ve thought about, mulled, analyzed, regurgitated, and re-digested again the very idea that you thought was pretty damn bleeding edge.
No. I resent that. I will come up with something that nobody has thought of before. Yes, even though recorded history has gone on long enough to pretty much rule out anything that I may think of, but there must be that obscure idea that nobody even realize could exist.
Without resorting to asinine ideas, I must add.
Why, you ask? I want to do something. I want to contribute to people in some way that’s tangible. Not philanthropy, well not *just* philanthropy. I want to generate useful things for other people, and not just belong to a society that consumes content, spewing them forth with the mistaken assumption that it’s an original idea, without giving something back. I want to create content, not just consume it. Oh, and try to make some money while I’m at it too.
In this day and age, I notice the vast majority of the people just consume content, and consume some more. They read syndicated news, see feeds from global media conglomerates, use software from select number of companies that increasingly gaining control of our lives as our virtual world becomes more real everyday. The Internet is ubiquitous. I want to jump on the bandwagon.
And no, rambleville is not my contribution to society.
Somewhere I read, “leave the world a better place than it was when you came into it.” Somehow that stuck to me. I don’t think of doing something grand that will make me appear in Encyclopedia Brittannica. Something simple, and yet not simple, if that makes sense (don’t answer).


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Ok.
Having missed the recent Pay Less Books sale, I was dishearted. My walk was dispirited, my smile felt like a contortion of muscles on my face, devoid of any feelings or pleasure. Many a friend expressed concern over my obvious lack of energy.
But joy! Times Bookshop ran it’s warehouse sale, and I was ready to go. The obvious strain on my wallet is forgotten, I was ready to get some serious books. Here’s what I got:
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The place had a lot of books I wanted to get, but there were simply too many, and I had to sacrifice a few that I had already added to my bag, namely:
Anansi Boys, Neil Gaiman
Wild Swans, Jung Chang
Saving a Fish from Drowning (something like that), Amy Tan
A Song for Susannah, Stephen King
A Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde (I had inadvertently lost this – I wanted to get this one)
The Rice Mother, Rani Manicka (written by Malaysian living in UK, based on recommendation from Abecedarian, dear forum mate)
The Harmony Silk Factory, Tash Aw (written by Malaysian living in UK, based on personal personal curiousity)
The Dain Curse, Dashiel Hammett (I put this away, but I went back looking for it. Couldn’t find it. Darn!)
The Historian, Elizabeth Kostova.
Imagine if I had bought all of *that*. Shudder.
The trip was also filled with frustrations – mainly the sale of books at rock bottom prices that I bought for the full price *recently*, most notably David Michell’s number9dream (which was RM8! Arrrrrrggggh! I paid RM36 about 1 month ago!)
But I am very happy, especially at the wonderful capture of M John Harrison’s Light, which at every bookstore I found was priced at RM60+, which is exorbitant to say the least. I paid RM8)


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Sometime ago I actually wrote a piece about lovely chess players who added a touch of glamour to the game, but then the damn thing got buried under the sea of unwritten materials lying around in my brain.
Then something like this comes along and revives my interest in it. The story’s about a British Grandmaster who punched the World No 3 Men’s chess player for dancing with Australia’s No 3 woman chess player. Yeah. When you read someone’s just walloped somebody else over a chess player, you know you wanna check it out.
I’ll spend some time to really write about this, but a quick background – many a moon ago, I was in a chess reacquaintance phase, I actually came across the lovely Alexandra Kosteniuk, the Women’s Chess World No 3. I thought it interesting that it never occurred to me before that beauty and brains (well, chess anyway. I know a lot of idiots who plays good chess) can combine, and in Alexandra, combined well.
I hope Alexandra doesn’t whack me for this, but seeing that there really are only 2 people who read this blog (yes, mom, you too), I think the Russion beauty wouldn’t mind me posting by far my most favouritest picture of her.


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Just a quick update on my uncontrollable book buying habits – I was walking around a bookstore looking at the Politics section when I came across a book with a rather strange title. I picked it up, read the back bllurb and a couple of pages, and I was hooked. The book is The Know-It-All: One Man’s Humble Quest to Become the Smartest Person in the World by J. A. Abrams, and it talks about how this chap, who is the editor of the Esquire magazine, realizes that he knows more about popular culture than hard facts – facts he used to know while studying. To cure himself, he subjects himself to a regiment of reading the ultimate tome of human knowledge – the Encyclopedia Britannica.
The result is this book, and it is hilarious. I usually don’t buy books on a whim, but this one looked very interesting.


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