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The Night Before Christmas

Since it’s only a week until Christmas Eve, I thought now would be a good time to resurrect the poem that has become a holiday tradition on the NosillaCast. So grab a hot beverage and some cookies, sit back, relax and enjoy a slightly modified version of The Night Before Christmas.

The Night Before Christmas
with an EVER So Slight Apple Bias

(with credit and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a . . . track pad; (ok, work with me here)
The ear-buds were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that
all things iMaker soon would be there;
The NosillaCastaways were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of
iPads danced in their heads;
And podfeet in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cravat,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s Skype chat,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the
keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the windoze . . . I flew like a flash drive,
Tore open the shutters and nearly did a nosedive.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of
brushed aluminum to objects below,
When, what to my eyes seemed very bizarre,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny cars,
With a little old driver, with whom elves hobnob,
I knew in a moment it must be Honda Bob.
More rapid than 4G his vehicles they came,
And he
tweeted, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Accord! now, Civic! now, Fit and CR-V!
On, Element! on Ridgeline! on, Pilot! and Odyssey!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now
drive away! drive away! drive away all!”
As dry leaves that before the reality distortion field endowed,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the cloud,
So up to the house-top the vehicles they flew,
With the sleigh full of
Apple products, and Honda Bob too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a squeal
The skidding and sliding of each little wheel.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney
Bob came with a bound.
He was dressed in coveralls, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with
oil and soot;
A bundle of SSDs he had flung in his Scott-EVest,
And he looked like a geek who was extremely obsessed.
A wink of his eye and a look not too pious,
Soon gave me to know he had an Apple bias;
He spoke not a word, but texted his concern,
And filled all the stockings; then hit return,
And laying his finger aside his levitation app,
A command to his iPad, up the chimney, ASAP!;
He sprang to his sleigh, and his autos, did they bristle,
And away they all flew as if shot from a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as the poem prescribed,

“Happy Christmas to all, and please stay subscribed.”

NC #658 Chromebook Pixel, Japanese Translation on iPhone, High Sierra on Old Macs, Patreon Apologizes, Overcast, Night Before Christmas

With a lot of help from the NosillaCastaways we have a great show. George from Tulsa brings us a review of the Chromebook Pixel, Helma from the Netherlands tells us how she translates Japanese using her iPhone, Knightwise from Belgium explains how he hacked High Sierra onto a Mac that Apple says is too old to run that OS. Patreon turns around and apologizes. I managed to do one segment, where I put Overcast through its paces against the criteria with which I judged Pocket Casts and Downcast last week. Finally Steve reads his annual poem, The Night Before Christmas – NosillaCast style.

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The Night Before Christmas

Since it’s less than a week before Christmas Eve is upon us, I thought now would be a good time to resurrect the poem that has become a holiday tradition on the NosillaCast. So grab a hot beverage and some cookies, sit back, relax and enjoy a slightly modified version of The Night Before Christmas.

The Night Before Christmas
with an EVER So Slight Macintosh Bias

(with credit and apologies to Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a . . . track pad; (ok, work with me here)
The ear-buds were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that
all things iMaker soon would be there;
The NosillaCastaways were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of
iPads danced in their heads;
And podfeet in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cravat,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s Skype chat,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the
keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the windoze . . . I flew like a flash drive,
Tore open the shutters and nearly did a nosedive.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of
brushed aluminum to objects below,
When, what to my eyes seemed very bizarre,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny cars,
With a little old driver, with whom elves hobnob,
I knew in a moment it must be Honda Bob.
More rapid than 4G his vehicles they came,
And he
tweeted, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Accord! now, Civic! now, Fit and CR-V!
On, Element! on Ridgeline! on, Pilot and Odyssey!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now
drive away! drive away! drive away all!”
As dry leaves that before the reality distortion field endowed,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the cloud,
So up to the house-top the vehicles they flew,
With the sleigh full of
Apple products, and Honda Bob too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard with a squeal
The skidding and sliding of each little wheel.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney
Bob came with a bound.
He was dressed in coveralls, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with
oil and soot;
A bundle of SSDs he had flung in his Scott-EVest,
And he looked like a geek who was extremely obsessed.
A wink of his eye and a look not too pious,
Soon gave me to know he had a Macintosh bias;
He spoke not a word, but texted his concern,
And filled all the stockings; then hit return,
And laying his finger aside his levitation app,
A command to his iPad, up the chimney, ASAP!;
He sprang to his sleigh, and his autos, did they bristle,
And away they all flew as if shot from a missile.
But I heard him exclaim, as the poem prescribed,

“Happy Christmas to all, and please stay subscribed.”

CCATP #415 Bart Busschots Ponders the Mystery of the Christmas Star

Bart's opening slide Ponderint the Mystery of the Christmas StarBart Busschots takes us on a journey of discovery to try and see if we can determine what celestial body was seen in the sky on the night of Jesus birth in the city of Bethlehem. This discussion is not judgmental or prejudicial, but rather takes us through what we know of history at the time, what we know from the Bible and what we know from astronomy. Find out whether we can determine what celestial body or bodies were the Christmas Star.

When he gives this talk in person, he uses an application called Stellarium to demonstrate the night sky, and some scripts that he wrote that show the rotation and location of the celestial bodies at the time of Jesus’ birth in the city of Bethlehem. You can find links to download his presentation, Stellarium (which is open source and free for all desktop operating systems) and his scripts on his blog: bartbusschots.ie/s/2015/12/01/christmas-star-astro2-december-2015/


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