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There could be a few more O’s in Google soon.
The company stepped toward a more diverse panoply of products by landing patent number 6,982,945 on Jan. 3 at the U.S. Patent & Trademark Office in Alexandria, for technology enabling faster transfers of voice and data wirelessly.
The “baseband direct sequence spread spectrum transceiver” uses CDMA technology, something developed to encrypt secret messages during the Second World War.
CDMA stands for Code Division Multiple Access, where signals spread over a variety of frequencies, rather than just one, to send messages as quickly as possible. In World War II, the Allies developed CDMA to send messages in pieces over several frequencies, making them harder to decode.
The patent application, filed in 2001, makes reference to possible uses of the new technology.
“With high speed wireless access,” it reads, “mobile users can obtain instant access to the Internet, business data (e.g., stock market quotes, sales reports, inventory information, price checks, customer data, emails, pages, etc.), and other real time data (e.g., traffic updates, weather information, sports news, etc.).
The goal is to provide cellular handsets, personal digital assistants, portable communications devices, etc. the ability to transmit and receive digital data as well as make conventional telephone calls. The trend is towards ever faster mobile data speeds to meet customer demands. With greater data speeds, it is possible to provide even more data to more users.”
Decoding Google’s intentions may be less difficult than reading the patent form. Though he admits he’s “no expert” on the wireless industry, Search Engine Watch blogger and news editor Gary Price asks, “Could licensing this technology to various wireless providers be a new revenue stream for Google?”
Another blogger, Om Malik of “Om Malik’s Blog,” links the new technology to Google’s unveiling of search and email services for mobile phones. All the data, Malik says, points toward the Mountain View, Calif.-based company moving into the wireless realm.
Google made headlines last year for its offer of wireless internet services free across the city. More recently, it denied the United States government a chance to view all the search terms entered into the search engine, while agreeing to help the Chinese government censor the information its citizens post and view.
News, not all of it good, piles up on search giant.
Though countries worldwide use its services, Google does 76 percent of its sales in the United States and Britain. Recent problems in British markets led to a temporary drop of nearly 20 percent in Google’s stock price. Business analysts see little chance for diversification in the short term.
I know this looks weird -- what is seaweed and kelp doing on my blog -- but that's really my friend Brian and I dressed up. Brian's roommate Natasha Shannon took the pictures, she didn't even need an underwater camera.
Homeless terror saves boy
I cleansed my computer with lotion the night I got it back. The night before, I could not sleep until I thought to myself, yes, I will get a replacement. Though I thought it unlikely the company would issue another one, I agreed to go to sleep believing it would.
The next morning, I remembered I felt bad but I could not remember why. The dream I had the night before was just a dream, and this made me feel good, that it was over. But I quickly remembered why I felt bad.
My dad noticed it immediately when he said hi in the mornig. Or maybe he asked how I was. My tone of voice alone clued him in. “why just okay?” he might have said. I lost my computer, I might have said. Maybe I said it was stolen.
The signs I put up said it was lost. See you around. The cop said I was lucky. So did a lot of other people. I guess. I pointed out to my friend, there at the time of the stealing, I never asked for the computer.
Computer had its files erased. Who could have dones that? Mexican guy with a knife, drunk? Doubtful. Homeless guy? Hmmm. Motel owner with his own computer system? Likelier. But fine.
“Knife fight, sleazy motel owner, and the cops” - Elena.
Shine that “Elena” symbol in the sky
Honestly, motel guy wanted me to be there, or the cops, when he busted on the door. He probably got $ for the computer, from either Charles “Bill” Burns or Charles’ “friend,” who may or may not exist. Charles, who told me his name was Bill as we walked over to the motel, has a beard and big holes in his shoes. I gave him five dollars later to buy new ones. He said they cost seven, but agreed five was “a good start,” as I said.
But really, this is about a computer. i’m going to stop punctuating. He led me to the motel and left me half a block from it. He walked away slowly and I couldn’t understand what I was doing, there, going into a motel front office to confront a guy I’d never met about a computer he supposedly bought. For 150 dollars out of which he’d only received 125, according to Charles “Bill” Burns. I am wasting my time. Anyways I got the computer back. The files were mostly erased, all the obbious ones. But he or she or it but likely he had not changed the names that pop up when turning on the computer, fairly obvious indicators I used to show the cops this thing is mine. The sticker, though, was missing. I painstakingly lopped that sticker, of a rat, on top of my machine Monday night, or Sunday. “I want to curl up into a little ball.” - “ah.” “are you really sorry I lost the computer?” - “yes.”
A big shining E in the sky. E for Elena. But did not want to walk all the way back to work. Thank god “Bill” yelled my name. we agreed to call the police and did. But it was too late. The cops has already been called. By the sleazy motel owner. A slight south asian man, balding. Young. Visibly shaken when I saw him next. And mad at me for not staying by his side as he checked the rooms. “I told you him to be there with me. Where is my backpack? My beanie? Actually the beanie is/was not aaaahhh what is mine? “My mother bought the computer.” “I picked up that beanie at a friend’s house I hang out at.” Somone left it there. Leave me there. But yes, body lotion on the console. Rubbed it along the sleek smooth cracks on the shell. Smelled sexy, rubbed it on the black chord so smooth, the power chord. Made love to me.oh oh lost my identity.
Afterwards, the halls were alive. Thanks for the picture of me, Meredith, you intern you.
Eugenia stands in profile while Mark stands tall. Finally, Brian reports how many directories they hawked.
I did not finish my drink, and that's A-OK with me, boss. The meal was pretty good to go with it. And I didn't pay a cent. Thanks, Sandy! In other news, I might be cooking more. I am looking at an apartment tonight, thanks to my friend Eugenia and her helpful car, and might need to save a few pennies, hence the cooking. I wonder what other aspects of my life might change. Any ideas, anyone out there?
