How I Became Stupid Epub 11
Martial Salleh
I share the file to the Google Play Books app but it says "Something went wrong during the upload of XYZ.epub." (which is stupid because I don't want to upload - the file is already on the iPad and all I want to do is open it!
Josemarie was the first of us Bad Samaritans to turn eighteen. At that point, her holo ads became enabled and images of Mangleman started following her around. They were projected on sidewalks she was walking on or walls she walked past. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, the days smellovision was enabled, the scent of hot garbage would also follow her around.
I have my iPad now with iOS 5.1. In the email I have a .epub but when iPad's email program download the file, there is no way to open it on iBooks? Tapping or double tapping on the attachment downloaded will have no reaction. Can this be solved if I don't have a PC to place that file into Dropbox to open in iBooks?
Other apps like Evernote and AirSharing also are able to receive my epub files, so if you are not able to do this, perhaps it's an encoding issue or something about how the files are being attached to the emails and not necessarily a problem with iOS.
this stupid problem has been going on for 5 years from my internet searches- the unblocking and associating .acsm with the ADE program sounded like my dream come true but it did not fix my problem - ( I do have a unique adobe ID), and the ebooks read happily on my win7 but just gives the "oops don't like your drm" message on the kobo - I am close to putting the kobo back in its box and returning it to the supplier
I recently saw an old friend for the first time in many years. We had been Ph.D. students at the same time, both studying science, although in different areas. She later dropped out of graduate school, went to Harvard Law School and is now a senior lawyer for a major environmental organization. At some point, the conversation turned to why she had left graduate school. To my utter astonishment, she said it was because it made her feel stupid. After a couple of years of feeling stupid every day, she was ready to do something else.
I had thought of her as one of the brightest people I knew and her subsequent career supports that view. What she said bothered me. I kept thinking about it; sometime the next day, it hit me. Science makes me feel stupid too. It's just that I've gotten used to it. So used to it, in fact, that I actively seek out new opportunities to feel stupid. I wouldn't know what to do without that feeling. I even think it's supposed to be this way. Let me explain.
Productive stupidity means being ignorant by choice. Focusing on important questions puts us in the awkward position of being ignorant. One of the beautiful things about science is that it allows us to bumble along, getting it wrong time after time, and feel perfectly fine as long as we learn something each time. No doubt, this can be difficult for students who are accustomed to getting the answers right. No doubt, reasonable levels of confidence and emotional resilience help, but I think scientific education might do more to ease what is a very big transition: from learning what other people once discovered to making your own discoveries. The more comfortable we become with being stupid, the deeper we will wade into the unknown and the more likely we are to make big discoveries.
mircea_popescu Would you look at this stupid shit!
kakobrekla srs.
mircea_popescu Take some text, put it through "Aspose.Words for .NET 10.6.0.0" so you can have for every other word like in the old days of microsoft computing, and then zip the shit and call it "epub". Fucking hell already. go make altcoins, people.
After assuring the parents that kids get nose bleeds all the time and it was probably more to do with the altitude than my left elbow, I decided to forego that morning's activities, walk down the hill, and sit in my vehicle with the heater on while researching local snow-apparel shops on my iPhone.
Arriving at your store a short time later, I explained to a salesperson that I required warm clothing and "a pair of waterproof gloves for use in the snow." Based on his brand recommendation and assurance that they would perform in the manner required, I purchased a pair of 180s snow gloves, along with several other items of snow related clothing, and ventured back to the slopes. Assuming the gloves would be waterproof for use in the snow (possibly due to being told "these are waterproof gloves for use in the snow") I was surprised to find they became soaked within seconds and bled black ink down my sleeves and all over the front of my jacket.
Its ollie not oliver. You really dont have a fucking clue do you. You bought gloves without doing your research first and WORE them and fucked them up and then tried to return them even though we have a sign that says returns are at our discretion. Just because you dont get it doesnt make you right.
I intend to call my lawyer about your stupid advertisement. You are banned from my store and I'm blocking your email address. I'm too busy making 40 grand a week from noobs like you to read your bullshit. Enjoy your gloves dickwad.
Thanks for the xmas present dichead. Is this really the kind of thing you do in your spare time? You need to get a life. I listened to about 1 second of it and threw it in the bin. Don't send me your stupid shit and I expect the stuff about me on the website to be deleted. I spoke to a lawyer and he said I could sue you for defamation.
Lucius Thaller, Courier
Approximately fifty feet from the crash site, I crawled over an ants nest and had to roll again, but only twenty minutes later saw the family car driving towards me up the dusty track. Apparently Ashley had ridden to my house and told my parents that despite all four kids trying to convince me otherwise, I had attempted and failed a stunt and broken my scooter. He also visited me in the hospital and, even though he called me Postman Pat for the next two years, we became friends.
A few months later, I read somewhere that if you travel at the speed of light for a few minutes, when you slow down and head home after the experiment, you will find that hundreds of years have passed. Securing my father's portable generator to the rear book rack of my bike with rope and attaching the drive belt to the back wheel gear spindle, I sat on the bike and pulled the zip-cord. Unfortunately, instead of finding myself in the future, I traveled about fifty metres along the sidewalk at 200mph before finding myself in a bush. When asked by the nurse filling out the hospital accident report "Cause of accident?" I stated, 'time travel attempt' but she wrote down 'stupidity.'
In a moment of stupidity, I once agreed to design and build a website in exchange for yoga lessons. Contrary to what they would have you believe, you cannot actually embrace the sun as this would result in severe burns and your arms would need to be over one hundred and fifty million miles long. My favourite yoga move is the wriggly snake. Unfortunately, until I can pay my rent with mantras and expressions of emotional intonations through grand eloquent movements and wide swooshes of the arms before spinning and dropping to the floor while wearing spandex, I will need cash.
You don't wear spandex doing yoga. You wear loose clothing. And no you don't get paid to go on a staff weekend trip. What a stupid question. Not counting food and travel, it costs us $3200 just to stay there and Mellissa has budgeted another $500 for alcohol.
Kevin once told me, "it's a good idea to carry around a piece of string in your pocket in case your shoelace breaks." When I asked, "why not just carry around a shoelace?" he reponded "because that would be stupid."
Kevin likes it when I tell him he looks like the guy who played Rain Man and always replies, "it's Dustin Hoffman and no I don't, idiot."
We're not having Santa driving a moon buggy on our company Christmas card. If you have any ideas that don't include moon buggies then ok otherwise we will go with something that is festive with an actual commercial aspect and is not just stupid. There's nothing festive about moon buggies.
In 1987, NASA launched a manned probe, piloted by David, on a five month exploratory trip around the solar system. Shortly into the trip, a malfunction of the ship's life support systems froze David in cryogenic suspension and sent his ship into a deep space orbit. He awoke to find himself 500 years in the future and Earth recovering from the aftermath of a late 20th Century nuclear holocaust and became a valuable member of the Earth's Defense Directorate.
You can correct ignorance, however. How is ignorance different than stupidity, you may ask? Ignorance is not willful. There are plenty of things we know we don't know. But we intrinsically own the fact that we are works in progress and try and learn something new and unlearn something old every day. So, when we hear the word "Woe," we ignorant people go, "Whoa!" we need to adjust our thinking or behaviors.
The Package History shows only the original upload, not today's errors. I am unclear on how I'm supposed to provide a "versioned epub," both because this is an .ibooks file and because I don't see where to add a version number that would satisfy this error message.
UPDATE: The iBookstore folks informed me that they'd fixed the problem on their end and encouraged me to try delivering the package again. It did go through, although with an error message reiterating that "the provided epub asset has not been versioned" and thus would not have "versioned support."
This made sense to me: James Bond is clearly a mythical figure of some kind. But who was his mythic opposite? The answer soon became obvious. James Bond was the structural inversion of Sherlock Holmes. Both are London-based crime-fighters, and both permanent adolescents after their own fashion, even mild sociopaths, but otherwise, they are opposites in almost every way:
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