The FSF has published their “5 reasons to avoid iPhone 3G”. They have some valid points, but I’d be much more likely to respect them if the things like this they produced were not laden in hyperbole. The article is full of it, but one piece of ‘information’ in particular struck me:
It’s also a tracking device, and like other proprietary GPS-enabled phones, can transmit your location without your knowledge
First, GPS is passive. The phone receives GPS signals from the satellites, it doesn’t transmit them to the satellites. ‘They’ can’t track you just because you have a GPS phone. …
Spam just gets weirder. I guess this is more realistic than Robert Mugabe’s second-step-nephew wanting to wire me $10,000,000. I almost want to reply and see what “Mr Rinaggio”’s scam really is. Surely it can’t be as straightforward as getting me to pay for a dog then not delivering it to my “nearest airport”?
Every programmer with a few years’ experience or education has heard the phrase “premature optimization is the root of all evil.” […] Unfortunately, as with many ideas that grow to legendary status, the original meaning of this statement has been all but lost”
I would not agree with all the proposed solutions to the problem, but I do agree with most of the observations.
One of the most frustrating things I found when working on performance at…
There is a fair amount of complaining on The Internets at the moment about Objective-C and Apple’s choice to use it for the iPhone. Many newcomers to the ‘platform’ (if I can apply a singular name to Mac and iPhone development) are finding the language - and the Cocoa frameworks based on it - very confusing. Just how can a language with sooooo many square brackets! be at-all easy to use, after all?
This provoked some deja-vu. Hadn’t, my vague memories asked me, this complaining been done before? I seemed to remember some talk of an “alternate syntax” for Objective-C …
This weekend, I cleaned out the ex-belongings of the previous residents of our flat that had been sitting in the sort-of-corridor-area outside our door since we moved in (if you’ve been in our flat, you’ll know what I mean). Amongst the waitressing clothes, semi-broken electronics and Christmas ornaments was this mysterious and highly dubious looking CD. With curiosity (and a healthy dose of trepidation), I played it today. I was mightily surprised.
It turns out that the clue to what’s on it is in the title, not so much the imagery.