#mac

A critic is a reader who ruminates. Thus, he should have more than one stomach. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#more #reader #should #stomach #than

The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do. ↗

— B. F. Skinner

#machines #men #problem #real #real problem

I would venture to warn against too great intimacy with artists as it is very seductive and a little dangerous. ↗

— Queen Victoria

#artists #dangerous #great #i #intimacy

I think that that multiplatform development is what's on the mind of most high-end PC developers now... this is really the first time in the industry's history that we've had console machines that can handle all that PC developers can deliver. ↗

— Mike Wilson

#deliver #developers #development #first #first time

For our first date, I made Ryan Hamburger Helper, which is basically what I grew up on. I make my own version of it now, with macaroni and cheese and hamburger meat. And the kids - it's their favorite dinner. ↗

— Reese Witherspoon

#cheese #date #dinner #favorite #first

The tendency of philosophers who know nothing of machinery is to talk of man as a mere mechanism, intending by this to imply that he is without purpose. This shows a lack of understanding of machines as well as of man. ↗

— Arthur Young

#intending #know #lack #machinery #machines

I'm surprised at the extent of the bigotry. But it really plays out when companies or schools take a side and prohibit the other platform at all. We Mac users should be good even when the other side is bad. We should do what we can to accept the other platforms. ↗

— Steve Wozniak

#bad #companies #even #extent #good

Integrating the beauty of seasonal change into the residence was a concept that remains true even today even in the more cramped, inner city machiya. ↗

— Judith Clancy

#food #history #japan #kyoto #machiya

If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#dead-bride #humor #hybrid-vampires #macabre #vampires

Staring at the floor, she didn't even look up as the final contestant entered. Not until she heard a deep, rich baritone that filled the hall with the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. Her heart pounding, she looked up to see Stryder holding his mother's lute. Only it wasn't a love song he sang. More like a limerick, it was a song about a woman who fancied herself a goose. And a man who gobbled her up. Laughter and applause rang out as soon as he strummed the last note. Breathe, breathe. It was the only thing Rowena could think. And even that couldn't get her to take a breath as Stryder approached her. He smoothed her hair and straightened her feathered crown. "Methinks my goose has molted." Rowena laughed as more tears streaked down her face. ↗

— Kinley MacGregor

#kinley-macgregor #rowena #stryder #beauty