When It Comes to Gadgets, How Old is REALLY Obsolete?

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You know your gadget is obsolete enough when even a robber gives it back to you. (Photo credit: Michael Kwan (Freelancer))

This story shows you how much people nowadays care about the latest trend in technology market. By people, I mean all of us – especially the millenials- who earn a living either by securing a proper, socially and morally acceptable job or robbing others while there’s no job available.

A man robbed by two men in New York‘s Central Park said they returned his cellphone when the outdated gadget apparently failed to meet their standards.

Kevin Cook, one of two men robbed by the duo shortly after midnight Saturday, said one mugger displayed a gun and said he would shoot the victims if they made any noise, WINS-AM, New York, reported Monday.

The robbers took a cellphone, a briefcase and a wallet containing about $114 cash. But Cook said one of the robbers gave him back his phone.

“He just took a look at it and he didn’t recognize it at all. I just assumed that he couldn’t make any money off of it. So he handed it back to me and a minute later I was able to call 911 and get the whole thing started,” Cook said.

Cook said there turned out to be an upside to his outdated 2010 LG Quantum. It’s shocking how care a criminal cared about the gadget newness.

“It’s like, finally a pro for having something out of date,” he said.

But look at the bright side. Now we know that it’s much safer for us to go out anywhere with antique phones in the pocket than having sleek cutting-edge smartphones.

And now on my question in the title, how old is outdated when it comes to gadgets in fact? If a three-year-old phone is seen worth a spot at the nearby museum, or a recycle bin, how about a 7-year-old Motorola Razr or a decade-old Nokia 3315?

Yet if I’m asked, I’d say that could be 2 years and because the increasingly faster pace of tech giants encourages more new gadgets to get released, the time span of a gadget’s coolness keeps shrinking.

As for me, I’ve got a Samsung Galaxy Nexus for more than a year but now that more new gadgets are coming like the inundating flood of Danube riber in the middle of summer, I feel like this handset is llike a relic.

iPhone 4S Panaskan Otak 3 Kali Lebih Cepat dari Galaxy S3 (Infografis)

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Ingatkah Anda beberapa tahun lalu saat muncul kecemasan mengenai tingkat radiasi yang dikeluarkan ponsel kita? Saya bahkan tidak bisa mengatakan pada Anda berapa lama  sejak saya membaca teks FUD (penerjemah: Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) mengenai bagaimana ponsel cerdas kita perlahan-lahan memanaskan otak kita menjadi gumpalan-gumpalan daging ayam berukuran besar. Saya tidak akan berbohong pada Anda semua. Kapanpun saya memegang perangkat Android ke dekat kepala untuk melakukan panggilan telepon, selalu ada suara dalam kepala saya yang mengatakan bahwa 1. saya bisa menderita kanker otak karena ini dan 2. “Redrum” (apapun artinya)

Kini saya menyimpulkan bahwa jika Anda pemilik Galaxy S3, peluang Anda menderita tumor dalam kepala jauh lebih rendah dari, katakanlah, menurut saya … seorang pengguna iPhone yang mungkin sedang dalam perjalanan menuju tempat praktik ahli syaraf terdekat dalam waktu dekat. Jangan masukkan hati perkataan saya ini. Mereka di Tawkon adalah pakar dalam bidang ini dan mereka baru-baru ini merilis sebuah infografis yang menjelaskan semua ini untuk Anda.

Tawkon menjadi sorotan beberapa waktu lalu saat mereka merilis sebuah aplikasi untuk iOS yang segera dihapus dari App Store setelah hasil pengukuran radiasi pada iPhone tidak terlalu menggembirakan. Jangan khawatir karena aplikasi yang didesain dengan indah ini bisa didapatkan di Play Store di mana Anda bisa memantau radiasi ponsel Anda dan bahkan membandingkan tingkat paparan Anda dengan teman-teman Anda. Mengasyikkan.

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Arab boy (7)

Frantically I searched for his name, that God-damn reporter name. his name sounds like a star constellation. I’d called him for like a thousand times but what I could talk with was his coworker, “Where’s he? What? Just go get him, knock on the rest room’s door if necessary. NOW!!!” The elderly pundit seemed restless, while I kept trying to get connected with this guy. “Why the hell is he is so long???”

The pundit had been whining since yesterday, as if he would’ve died once the reporter didn’t get the instruction he wanted to give. I don’t know why, he really insisted calling and talking to himself on his own.  This tiny young man is a pain in the ass, what’s taking him so long?

My cell phone vibrated, I felt it and immediately viewed the message. It was from him, saying he was away for a while for afternoon prayer. Afternoon prayer that took him 45 minutes? What kind of prayer was that? He must’ve asked lots of things with that much time.

I without delay dialed the phone. He answered the phone, I was relieved very much, “Hello, what was it that made you call me??”

I gave the phone to the pundit. He charismatically addressed the reporter at the age of his grandkids, “What’s his name?” he asked me. “Aldebaran, sir” I responded. He turned to the phone and drew it closer to the mouth,“ Hi Aldebaran, how you doing? Your name sounds like Arabic, are you one?” I could hear nothing but as far as I know, he’s not an Arab at all. Clean shaven, short, tiny with a bony facial structure, not much flesh , thin hair. An Arab should at least have sideburns, or a line of facial hair, but this is definitely nearly hairless.

“Arabic is usually shrewd,” he went on the ice-breaking part of the chat. Great to start a warm, heart-to-heart conversation. The next chat flow sounded blurred, he mumbled some words I could barely understand. With his fatherly tone, he began addressing the issue, “Why weren’t you coming yesterday?”

Poor man, he wasn’t invited. “How come you had no idea? I had invited your boss. There is no excuse you didn’t make it. The email was sent earlier. Ah, I know you’re in the bottom of this food chain.  Almost no one cared about you. But hey I still think they’re obliged to pass this on to you.”

A Woman I Miss So Much on This Saturday Night

This mother traded her own life with her kid's.

A story shared by  Binsar Parulian Ompusunggu on Facebook just made me realized a woman I’m missing so much right now on this Saturday night is my mom.

This is a true story of Mother’ s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake. After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head. With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure. He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “ The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’ s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up. The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said ,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’ s love for her child!! Dont forget to click the share button.”