Oh-ho, I think we have a breakthrough here:

Google Enters the Browser Wars

Tuesday, Sep. 02, 2008 By JOSH QUITTNER

A new superpower just entered the long-simmering browser war: today, after years of secret work, Google, the world’s most popular search engine, will unveil its own browser, called Chrome.

“On the surface, we designed a browser window that is streamlined and simple,” Sundar Pichai, vice president of product management, and Linus Upson, engineering director, wrote on the official Google blog on Monday afternoon… “Like the classic Google homepage, Google Chrome is clean and fast. It gets out of your way and gets you where you want to go.”

Chrome looks like a “best of” browser, incorporating — and in some cases, improving upon — a few of the most popular features of its competitors…

… With a 72% share of the browser market, Microsoft is the real target here. Far from sinking into irrelevance, desktop computer browsers have continued to evolve and become even more integral to how we use the Web. Whoever controls that experience can leverage it to the detriment of website owners — and in ways that must keep the Google guys up at night. For instance, IE 8 makes it far easier to find something without going through a Google search. When you search within IE 8, you’re presented with a number of buttons, such as Search Yahoo! or Search Wikipedia…

I checked out the cartoon the article linked to. It said the cartoon was leaked in an email, I think, and it has all the boring junk about what Chrome improves on, does, blah blah blah. Stuff I don’t really understand, but somehow, it comes up useful anyway.

All I was hoping is that it wouldn’t end up a disaster like Vista.

Then I stumbled across the page were Google claimed that with Chrome, when you close a tab, it ends the application immediately.

!!!

And that’s when the built-in ’Hallelujah’ chorus (that everyone has in their heads) went off. After years and years of having Microsoft IE freeze up on me because it couldn’t end an unresponding process when I wanted it to, I was about ready to hack into Google headquarters and steal a beta version myself. Do you know how much time I would’ve saved over the years if the Internet applications closed LIKE I WANTED THEM TO?! It’s like trying to train Rover the bad dog to stop chewing up the good futon, and one day, when I switched his dog food from IE Munch to Chrome Crunch, he suddenly decides to sharpen his nails on the scratching post and chew up the rubber bones like you want him to.

Okay, bad metaphor, but I’m trying to explain how anxious I am to see if Chrome is really all that great.

And maybe we’ll have to switch from JavaScript to this new thing called ‘V8,’ but it’ll be worth it, right? I mean, I could probably write an AP Euro analysis in the time stalled everyday when my dad’s stupid old computers freeze up from a few too many applications.

Wait. Wasn’t V8 the name of that vegetable soda…?

From the China Blog on the Time magazine website:

“But in all the discussion of the car ban there are some positive signs. People care about Beijing’s air quality and are looking for ways to improve it. While continuing the car ban isn’t a long-term fix, it might not be so hard to get people behind further improving mass transit, which unlike a car ban could actually make getting around easier.”

Um. Okay, if you say so. But I’d like to point out one little detail: THE MASS TRANSITS ARE ALREADY CROWDED ENOUGH AS IT IS.

And I think that I personally have a voice in this, because my combined vacation time in China over the years probably adds up to about half a year, and I know that the buses are about as crowded as a New York subway station in morning rush hour. The Chinese subways aren’t any better, although I did come across a couple of stations that didn’t have a whole lot of people in them.

Okay, so they aren’t as bad as the Japanese city stations, where policemen lurk around to actually push people in subways that already have passengers pretty much sitting on top of one another (See Youtube for more info). But did you see what Beijing mass transportation was like during the Olympics, when most cars had to be reluctantly parked in front of the high-rise apartments? The buses looked like they were about to explode from all of the people inside. It was like the only possible way for riders to exit was through the windows or something, because the doorways were completely blocked with people. And if that’s what the buses are like, I don’t even want to know how crowded the subways were. It’s not like the government can build more subways to accomodate, either, because there’s already a sub around every corner, and if there were anymore, entire blocks would probably start sinking into the ground. Or they would meet their fate with a giant wrecking ball, as most run-down homes and street stores did during the games.

So I don’t know if Beijingers care that much to sacrifice more of their thin veil of personal space to keep the air clean. And I thought that the bloggers would feel the same, too, because most of them live in Beijing, after all. They should know what the state of mass transit is in the heart of the capital.

Cactus Thieves Running Amok

Friday, Aug. 29, 2008 By HILARY HYLTON

They look sturdy, even hostile, but cactus plants in the southwestern United States and Mexico are under attack. According to wildlife conservationists, cactuses are being dug up and smuggled away at an alarming rate by over-zealous collectors looking for rare species and “narco-tourists” mining the desert for the small, psychotropic peyote plant.

I think I about died from laughter. It’s not a funny story, but when I get a mental image of old Western cowboys running across the desert, uprooting cactuses, and then fleeing back to their little shacks holding the plants like precious babies, I can’t help but giggle. It’s too silly.

Sophomore year is supposedly the easiest out of all four years of IB high school. If that’s the case, then my motivation for losing my procrastinating habits will hit rock-bottom, because the less work I have, the more I feel like lazing around.

Of course, since I’ll be taking four AP exams in May, I shouldn’t really slack off. ‘Cause from what I heard, AP exams are hard. Especially if you’ve got either: a) an online teacher, so you basically have to teach yourself, or b) a brand-new AP teacher that doesn’t teach. At all.

In both cases, you’re on your own.

Which means I’m burnt toast.

Why didn’t I get into Law Studies?! I wanted to take that course soooo bad! But nooooo, they put me in AP Environmental Science instead. The boring class, where all we do is copy Powerpoints or do worksheets and I feel like my chances of scoring at least a three on the exam is slipping away day by day.

Oh, and did I mention that walking into traditional AP classes was awkward? Nothing against the people, and I’m blaming myself for this because I should be used to traditional electives since I took that Creative Writing class in ninth grade, but IB and traditional students are so segregated that if you put us in the same room, it’s definitely going to be tensive for the first few classes. All the trads are thinking, “Oh God, there’s those nerdy IB kids,” while we IBers are going, “They’re gonna shoot me” or something.

Okay, fine, most IB students don’t think that. But we’re kinda… apprehensive about approaching regular students. And this is going to make me a hypocrite, but we’ve really gotta open up to the rest of the school.

Well, it’s not really hypocritical in my case, because I had no trouble fitting in with the Creative Writing class. In fact, one guy even developed a certain… affection for me during my second semester as a ninth-grader. See? I totally belong with them!

… Fine, I don’t. Make me look hypocritical. :P

But there is one AP class I do like: AP Euro. Everyone keeps saying that my teacher, Ms Cubano, is a slave-driver, but she actually teaches, and I’m actually awake during her class.

Yeah, you can tell how interested kids are by counting how many pairs of eyes are actually open.

I totally love AP European History. Well, that’s probably because I haven’t had my first test yet, but I did have a quiz, and do you know how relieved I was to find out that it wasn’t as detail-grinding as Mr. Mills’s World History quizzes? To pass last semester, you’d have to have memorized the entire book, word for word. And I’m (mostly) not kidding. All of the people in that class who managed to grab onto that precious ‘A’ confessed that they spent hours and hours memorizing the textbook. Like I did. If you asked us what was the second paragraph of the ninth chapter in the World History textbook, we’d probably have given you an exact answer, plus thrown in a small analysis just for the heck of it. But now, we’re back to a normal course where comprehending the main ideas of each chapter is prime and memorizing word-for-word is for idiots. Yay!

I envy doctorfabulous. Asian parents who actually want their kid to go to a state college? GASP GASP! Whodathunk that such a thing existed?

I may sound a bit spoiled, going against my mom on things that might be good for me to get into a good college, but to put things in perspective, the main reasons why I rant on and on about this are:

1) I don’t have freedom. At all. I mean, I don’t have a curfew, but I don’t need one because of my metaphorical house arrest. My mom takes joy in dragging me along the path in life that she wants me to take.

2) Take away the piano, please. It’s not going to make much of a difference on my college transcript, and I hate it anyway.

3) Oh, and while those miracle workers are at it, could they eradicate all the narrow-minded Asian parents? Wait, nevermind. That would pretty much wipe Asia off the face of the planet.

I probably am spoiled. But because of the verbal and slight physical abuse I take everyday, I consider myself to be a very depressed, spoiled brat.

… Depressed and spoiled work with each other, right?

My friends find my Chinese nickname, Zhao Zhao, to be very… ambiguous, I guess. Apurva, Jason, Sean, and Naveen (My afternoon carpool on Fridays) claimed that it can be incorporated into anything and everything, and to prove it, they’ve sung my name to that cat food commercial (the “meow meow meow” one), the Star Wars theme, the Mario theme, and even laughed with it.

HOW TO YOU LAUGH WITH “ZHAO ZHAO”? HOW DID THEY EVEN MAKE IT WORK?!

That’s not all they did, either. They spent the thirty minutes of driving time saying my Chinese nickname over and over, and practically made an entire language out of it. Imagine, a language with one syllable. If they ever make different dialects with it, my ears are going to shrivel up and die.

Oh well. It’s nice to hear my name used in a different tone than the “ZHAO ZHAAAAAOOOOO!!!!” that my mom yells everyday. Makes me feel a little happier about my cultural nickname.

Speaking of which, Jason also used my nickname in Beijing Opera. For those of you fortunate enough NOT to know, Beijing Opera is an extremely annoying style of Chinese singing in which there’s a nails-on-a-chalkboard instrument called the erhu, some annoying clackity clackers, and singers wearing ridiculously colored/coordinated robes and headpieces and sing in a nasally, shrilly tone that would drive anyone who isn’t used to hearing this daily INSANE. And to hear my name being used in such a way pretty much tore my insides apart, because he did such a good impression!

Still, I never thought I’d hear my name be used for thirty minutes straight in a positive way. Wahoo! Guys can be helpful/supportive (Jeez, I never thought I’d see that day)!

… I am going to stop talking about my mom. I swear.

Oh, and one last thing before I log off for good today, did you notice that people didn’t really care about the younger-aged Chinese gymnasts until Nastia lost the gold to He Kexin?  “Oh, let the Chinese gymnasts compete. We Americans are so much better anyway!” and then, ”WHAT?! Nastia tied and lost?! THOSE DARN UNDERAGED GYMNASTS! I DEMAND AN INVESTIGATION!” (Little late for that, eh?)

Ooooh, I got it now! It’s may be hypocritical/ironic, but it’s mostly AMERICA BEING A SORE LOSER. If they were so concerned with the advantage of underaged gymnasts, they should’ve brought it up before the competition, not when Nastia pouts at the judges for giving the Chinese an unfair boost. A more reasonable reaction would be, “Hell no! Nastia was definitely better on those squeaky bars than that tiny girl with the purple eyeshadow whose name I can hardly pronounce! I demand to know how the hell those judges found all those point deductions when she was clearly more perfect than Ha Ka… Ke… He Ke… THAT ASIAN GIRL!!!”

Which is mostly how I reacted. Except for the name stumble, because I can speak Chinese fluently and He Kexin’s name is not a problem for me.

Okay, I can’t make this too long, because not only do I have an online course to finish up and a whole lotta homework, the spacebar on this computer is busted and all I’m using right now is that tiny suction cup thingy anchored down with tape.

I’m not a very technical person. I don’t know what the heck the suction cup’s for.

I know I’ve neglected all my emails. But ever since I made a Facebook, all I’ve gotten is somewhere around twenty messages in my inbox, and people like Jess know that if I see a small army of email, I freak and log off immediately.

Which is probably why people try not to email me that often, thank goodness.

IB starts again. Boohoo. Mom’s giving me even more pressure to shapen up and get all set for Ivy League. I was Googling up people’s opinions on the Ivy colleges, wondering if it’s worth all my misery, and I came across an interesting section that said many Ivy League hopefuls/students (lucky ducks) didn’t have a plan beyond getting that big fat acceptance letter in the mail.

Which is TRUE TRUE SO VERY TRUE!!! I mean, I know I want to be a pediatrician or something (I gave up on the graphic design dream when my mom pressured me to stop wasting my time with street jobs like that), but I haven’t exactly planned out how to get there, besides show an office that I’m an Ivy League graduate and be handed my ticket to that prestigious career.

Which, turns out, won’t work because hospitals and offices don’t care if you went to Ivy League or not. The only field where you might get a golden ticket is if you go to Wall Street, and I’d probably escape to Antarctica if I do anything related to business.

See?! Why can’t my mom stop living in the 80’s and freakin’ see that Ivy Leagues aren’t all that jazz anymore?! I bet she doesn’t even know that the whole clique started not because of good education, but because of their ultra-amazing football teams.

Okay, fine, I didn’t even know that until I Wiki-ed Ivy League colleges yesterday, but at least I know NOW. My mom still insists on reading these stupid stories about how brilliant Asian kids make their way to the great colleges, not knowing that THOSE BRILLIANT ASIAN KIDS ALSO HAVE MISUNDERSTANDING PARENTS WHO WANT TO LIVE THEIR DREAM LIVES THROUGH THEIR POOR CHILDREN.

I mean, yesterday, my mom told me (and I quote, translated directly from her snippy Chinese), “I’m making you take piano lessons just so you can win an award and make it to a top college.

She’s beyond blind. I’M NOT GOING TO WIN A PIANO AWARD BECAUSE I’M THROUGH WITH MY PIANO LESSONS. I want to be happy my whole damn life, woman. I could care less if I get into Cornell or Brown or whatever. I could care less if I make half a million dollars a year.

Ack. Okay, I’m ranting about mom again. Bad Zoey, you’ve spent enough blog space ranting about her.

So, the Olympics are over, Phelps finished his quest (Although with some debate over his win over Cavic), and Beijing is now going back to its hazy old habits with the jumbled traffic and mass construction. I hope Beijingers will realize that having less pollution is an awesome thing in life and push the government to keep things ‘Olympic-ized’.

I love how they named the main arena the Bird’s Nest. Teehee, and it looks like one, too. Wonder who’s the crazy architect who came up with that?

And now all the Asian American families here are rejoicing, because now they can return to their beloved families without worrying about being frisked, cuffed, and booted out at the airports or going to court over attempted Olympic sabotage (“All I did was order a Happy Meal! How was I suppose to know that the cashier was a Tibetan?”). Oh, and Beijingers are also rejoicing, because now they can open up their street shops again and chug out as much pollution they want on the streets. Wahoo! No more having to check if it’s odd or even license plate day!

Gaaah! Twelve-thirty already?! Must go do homework now!

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