Archiv für Dezember 2007
Eten Gloflish X800
CPU: – Samsung S3C2440 400 MHz Processor
OS: Windows Mobile 6 Professional
GSM: HSDPA / GSM 850 / 900 / 1800 / 1900
Abmessungen 113 x 609.5 x 15,8 mm
Gewicht 146 g
Touchscreen TFT mit 65k Farben mit 480 x 640 Pixeln Auflösung, 2,8 Zol
Card slot microSD (TransFlash)
- 128 MB Flash ROM, 64 MB SDRAM
Data GPRS Class 10 (4+1/3+2 slots), 32 – 48 kbps
EDGE Class 10, 236.8 kbps
‘Verbindungen: 3G HSDPA, 1.8 Mbps WLAN Wi-Fi 802.11 b/g, Bluetooth v2.0
Kamera 2 MP, 1600×1200 pixels, autofocus, video
sekundäre VGA Videokonferenz Kamrea
GPS mit SiRF Star III chipset
Video Telefonie
Pocket Office(Word, Excel, Outlook)
Windows MPlayer 10
FM radio
Kamera 1,3MP > 2MP
GPS Navigon 5.0 > würde ich behalten wenn möglich
Empfänger 5843 > sehr empfindlich, über 10 h betrieb auf den ACCU
TMC “ “ > könnte beim X800 komplett entfallen.
Display 240×320 > 640×480
——– > FM-Radio
TI-OMAP 200MHz > Samsung 400MHz (reicht vermutl.auch für`s neue Pocket Music)
2.5mm Jack > 2.5mmJack weiterhin beliebiges Head set möglich
——– > Autofocus für die kamera
——– > W-Lan, benötige ich jedoch nicht
Bluetooth M.S. > Jedes andere wäre komfortabler—.
-> Sowohl die Abmessungen des Pocket PC Phones, als auch die technischen Fähigkeiten fallen recht positiv aus.
Bob Dylan: The Times They Are A-Changin’
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.
Bob Dylan – „Like A Rolling Stone“
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you?
People’d call, say, „Beware doll, you’re bound to fall“
You thought they were all kiddin’ you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out
Now you don’t talk so loud
Now you don’t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it
You said you’d never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Blowin’ in the Wind, Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
