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If the real world looks bleak around you, and even the grass is no longer green, there's nothing better than to escape into a book ... Seen on what used to be the lawn outside the University Museum of Natural History (there are in fact underground library buildings underneath that lawn, which may be why it looks less than perfect).
These things were pretty damn cool. They only power up to change the display, which then maintains a static text-like appearance of any page from a book until you tell it to change again. 7,500 pages on a single battery charge, and the text looks like it actually would be comfortable to read. Impressive.
Leser auf einer Bank im Olympiapark - die Sonne versteckt sich hinter einer Dunstglocke.
Reader on a bench - sun behind light clouds above.
I've seen lots of public computer errors but I've never seen a segmentation fault on debit/credit card reader before.
At least they don't run windows!
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Verifone SC 5000
SEGMENTATION FAULT!
0/PC=304C300h/JT#359
DbgPC=286EA8h/GID (unknown)(unknown)
PLEASE REBOOT [X]
Just after 5 pm, Dalton Square, Lancaster. I asked for permission and found he was reading a textbook on macroeconomics. I think it goes with the Queen Victoria monument in the background. Thank you for participating in my project. Other photos of readers are here: www.flickr.com/photos/greg_myers/albums/72157652125931010.
Hace poco tuve que cubrir la misa de una graduación universitaria, en el aburrido protocolo vi algo curioso a lo lejos, el monje de la catedral leyendo con un extraño artefacto muy concentrado. Me acerque y no pude evitar tomarle unas fotos. Increible como se las ingenio para poder leer.
La gente es asombrosa!
I've been a book reader all my life and an avid re-reader of books. Somebody calculated how many books an average person could read in an average lifespan. The number was awfully small! I suddenly realized my own reading mortality. In spite of this I'm still a passionate advocate of re-reading and re-watching. It admits of no excuse.
The Death of the Moth, and other essays by Virginia Woolf (Európa, 1980.)
Literary Coffee Houses in Pest and Buda (Literature in Coffee Houses, Coffee Houses in Literature) (Universitas, 1998.)
I found a bookmark in one of the books: a museum ticket to Monet and Friends, 2003. So I read it eight years ago.
"The same energy which inspired the rooks, the ploughmen, the horses, and even, it seemed, the lean bare-backed downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side of his square of the window-pane. One could not help watching him. One was, indeed, conscious of a queer feeling of pity for him. The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth’s part in life, and a day moth’s at that, appeared a hard fate, and his zest in enjoying his meagre opportunities to the full, pathetic. He flew vigorously to one corner of his compartment, and, after waiting there a second, flew across to the other. What remained for him but to fly to a third corner and then to a fourth? That was all he could do, in spite of the size of the downs, the width of the sky, the far-off smoke of houses, and the romantic voice, now and then, of a steamer out at sea. What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body. As often as he crossed the pane, I could fancy that a thread of vital light became visible. He was little or nothing but life.
Yet, because he was so small, and so simple a form of the energy that was rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate corridors in my own brain and in those of other human beings, there was something marvellous as well as pathetic about him. It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zig-zagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it. One is apt to forget all about life, seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it has to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity. Again, the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity."
53 readers took part in the News of the World Read-Aloud on Thursday, Feb. 1 in the MST Atrium. All in all, 24 students and 29 faculty and staff brought the book to life for the nearly 120 people who dropped during the day to listen the readers.
Man reading the history of the Big Four Tractor on display at the 2009 Threshing Days in Goessel Kansas. He must have been memorizing the history because he was standing there for at least 5 minutes.
For more photos of people reading, see this set.
For more subway shots, please see my subway set: www.flickr.com/photos/pamhule/sets/72157623210921064/
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Top view with removed panel. Remove the small white thingy that pushes the power switch and two brackets on which the top panel rested. They're affixed to the sides of the case, but can be removed pretty easily.
When reassembling, consult this photo to put things back in place.
When you reach this position, remove the clear plastic cover of the ZIF connector shown on top, open the connector and detach the flat cable.
Note how the cable is inserted for reassembly.
Keep sliding the insides away.