Died October 4, 2009 (aged 74)
It becomes time to renew the video processor as the old ATI X800 XT died.
Concreted thermal grease.
It was faulting the power supply. The power switch would power on and click the relay and then immediately the power supply’s breaker would open. I could hear it open and close with a regular rhythm. The Mac doctor recommended a 9800 XT. He should know. I went with it. Do your homework first boys and girls then make the purchase. This is a fairly good card maybe an upper grade card for the time ~ late 2003. 3 Gigapixel fill rate, 8 pipelines. Not up to the level of the X800 XT with 16 pipelines.
Frame rate X 800XT
Frame rate 9800XT
The 9800XT is not what I wanted as a replacement for the 800XT. The play in game is not smooth and can slow down to near unplayable rates.
I have looked into it and am now considering an nVidia 7800GS.
Tom’s hardware review 2006
If I go with it I’ll post results.
Of course I could upgrade the whole rig to MacIntel.
EDIT:
I installed a used 7800GS. It performs about midway between the 800XT and the 9800XT. I canz have more eye candy running with it. I don’t have to throttle back the video fx as much. 1-20-10.
Yonder sky that has wept tears of compassion upon my people for centuries untold, and which to us appears changeless and eternal, may change. Today is fair. Tomorrow it may be overcast with clouds. My words are like the stars that never change. Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons. The white chief says that Big Chief at Washington sends us greetings of friendship and goodwill. This is kind of him for we know he has little need of our friendship in return. His people are many. They are like the grass that covers vast prairies. My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain. The great, and I presume — good, White Chief sends us word that he wishes to buy our land but is willing to allow us enough to live comfortably. This indeed appears just, even generous, for the Red Man no longer has rights that he need respect, and the offer may be wise, also, as we are no longer in need of an extensive country.
There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory. I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.
Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been. Thus it was when the white man began to push our forefathers ever westward. But let us hope that the hostilities between us may never return. We would have everything to lose and nothing to gain. Revenge by young men is considered gain, even at the cost of their own lives, but old men who stay at home in times of war, and mothers who have sons to lose, know better.
Our good father in Washington–for I presume he is now our father as well as yours, since King George has moved his boundaries further north–our great and good father, I say, sends us word that if we do as he desires he will protect us. His brave warriors will be to us a bristling wall of strength, and his wonderful ships of war will fill our harbors, so that our ancient enemies far to the northward — the Haidas and Tsimshians — will cease to frighten our women, children, and old men. Then in reality he will be our father and we his children. But can that ever be? Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son. But, He has forsaken His Red children, if they really are His. Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land. Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man’s God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers? How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness? If we have a common Heavenly Father He must be partial, for He came to His paleface children. We never saw Him. He gave you laws but had no word for His red children whose teeming multitudes once filled this vast continent as stars fill the firmament. No; we are two distinct races with separate origins and separate destinies. There is little in common between us.
To us the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. You wander far from the graves of your ancestors and seemingly without regret. Your religion was written upon tablets of stone by the iron finger of your God so that you could not forget. The Red Man could never comprehend or remember it. Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors — the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.
Your dead cease to love you and the land of their nativity as soon as they pass the portals of the tomb and wander away beyond the stars. They are soon forgotten and never return. Our dead never forget this beautiful world that gave them being. They still love its verdant valleys, its murmuring rivers, its magnificent mountains, sequestered vales and verdant lined lakes and bays, and ever yearn in tender fond affection over the lonely hearted living, and often return from the happy hunting ground to visit, guide, console, and comfort them.
Day and night cannot dwell together. The Red Man has ever fled the approach of the White Man, as the morning mist flees before the morning sun. However, your proposition seems fair and I think that my people will accept it and will retire to the reservation you offer them. Then we will dwell apart in peace, for the words of the Great White Chief seem to be the words of nature speaking to my people out of dense darkness.
It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days. They will not be many. The Indian’s night promises to be dark. Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon. Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance. Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man’s trail, and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom, as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter.
A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.
We will ponder your proposition and when we decide we will let you know. But should we accept it, I here and now make this condition that we will not be denied the privilege without molestation of visiting at any time the tombs of our ancestors, friends, and children. Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Font Management in OS X, by Kurt Lang
4) Font Book: Simple, but effective and reliable. Leopard version is identical to Snow Leopard. Allows you to deactivate fonts in the /Library/Fonts/ or ~/Library/Fonts/ folders. However, lack of being able to choose which font to disable for a font conflict limits its use to the casual user.
Disable and or delete offending font.
I was working through an exercise to clean up a minor problem with my Address Book and checked the Font Book for conflicts. I found a few duplicates and researched how to properly deal with the issue. I found your guide Kurt.
I wondered about the bolded text in the quote above. Is my graphic example showing that now indeed one can choose a font to disable and even delete it if so desired? Or am I misreading your statement.
Also my reference manuals “Panther Training” and “OS X…Essentials” are of not much help in this regard.
I found several conflict where the Microsoft 2008 installed older version of fonts in the ~user/library/fonts/microsoft folder and Font Book dutifully displayed them. However in using the validate font function in Font Book the Microsoft edition was marked with green check “passed” and the Apple font was marked problem. Somewhat counterintuitive but considering the source. In looking back in the Info for the font one finds the black dotted file is the Apple font, the other un-dotted file is Microsoft. This is counter to the indication received with the “Font Validation” dialog. Hence your entreaty to proceed with care is well and good advice.
A point to ponder: Is the white on red ⊗ “No serious problems found” for real? I didn’t get a font conflict to test it but it appears that should read “Serious problem found”.
As much as I like this idea of writing Rangel Rule at the top top a delinquent tax bill it is just another nail in the coffin sealing the fate of America to ignominious dung pile . It represents further erosion of personal responsibility. It represents giving the anointed few a free ride card. Bill 111-h735
Instead of taking the system for what they can suck out of it- the “get yours while you can mentality”. When are the Congress and Senate going to show some civic leadership and follow by example?
Ways and Means Committee Chairman Charles Rangel (D-N.Y.) and Secretary Timothy F. Geithner should be censured by the members of the House and Senate and penalized to the fullest extent of the law.
Come on Congress, stand up and show us what you’re made of. Or have you already?
Of course then if a wild west take what you want and forget the other guy mentality, completely contrary to the espoused community organizing – help and be your brothers keeper party line that’s being presented nowadays by the very group of individuals perpetrating these frauds, is what you want. Then ok, just be prepared for the unintended consequence. There is going to be fomented such a tax revolt in this country the likes of which hasn’t been seen in many years. I expect that will spin the politicians heads around.
I haven’t had Adobe Reader running on the system for quite some time until today. I recognized missing information on a statement from a service supplier. Pictures attached. I’m wondering which application is responsible for dropping or failing to show the data. I think I’m safe in assuming the browser- (Camino) downloads the bits correctly because I am opening the same file with the two different readers. The service provider specifies the site works best with Acrobat and IE 6. The handoff to a pdf reader is the hiccup. Reader displays the information that Preview does not. It looks like time to send a bug report to Apple.
Reader doc
Document opened with Reader: Name, address and customer id are shown correctly.
Preview doc
Document opened with Preview: Name is shown but the address and customer id are missing.
Another Apple Apple Double Double.
I haven’t figurted out what the utility for this double button is yet but I’ll be working on the investigation and will post the good news when I find it.
Shared Shared
Can you imagine the speed that the founding fathers must have wanted to push the Declaration and Constitution into being.
But that wasn’t spending the citizens money. It was no tax being placed upon the people they were writing this for.
And such a simple comprehendible document.
It was a document freeing them from the tyranny of taxation without representation.
It was a document placing the people into the debt of responsibility to control their own lives.
Thinking that Apple would have the time and resources available to take of it by now. I checked the latest updates for fixing the double double search bar in the APple Support Forum.
Gecko and WebKit renders of Apple Support page.
The problem still exists. I don’t know why the decision is made this way. Consider; Apple has made the choice to allow the poor code to stay in an important and visible company frontispiece which is bad and allow it to stand which is also bad and not code their browser to ignore / fix poor coding which is good. Confusing choices. Compare the browser performance on said page in the WebKit and Gecko based browsers presented here. Safari 4.0.2, Camino. WebKit Version 4.0.2 (5530.19, r46919) is included to check latest revision under the WebKit code.
The Firefox and Camino browsers handle the excess bit of gif code more elegantly. The corners of the search bar image still show. These images are GIF’s.
Is this a completely different problem than what happens with animated gif’s? Does mishandling of gif’s explain the problem?
Here’s an example of a typical animated gif display corrupted by Safari and handled elegantly by Camino:
The WebKit slows ponderously, is easily overtaxed and crashed and will crash if the animation is left running. The Gecko engine handle the animation well.
I have no understanding of the underlying code but can see the difference between these products.
Thanks for the animated gif go out to MrYoda.
Reform the congress into a body of clearinghouse members with the purpose of bringing issues in clarity to the people of the republic. This would be through the means of the mail, internet and other forums of communication and ballot. This is presaged by Madison’s Federalist Paper 10. Wherein he argues that the large republic be better to guard against the dangers of factions with interests contrary to the rights and interest of others.
