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Mini-computer with Android barely bigger than a USB stick

The mini-computer "Cotton Candy" gets cheap competition from China. Both Android-computer could, for example TV "smart" to make.

The MK802 is itself a compaq presario m2000ĐĂĆęü computer, but looks like a large USB flash drive. The Chinese alternative to expensive FXIS "Cotton Candy" is to have at present to $ 74 (€ 60), offers the latest Android 4.0, a microSD-card-room and two USB ports (micro and normal). Both offer compaq presario r3000 ĐĂĆęü embroidery ARM processors, Cotton Candy has two cores.

The MK802 also credited with 512 megabytes of RAM and has 4 gigabytes of memory. For a full-fledged compaq presario v3000ĐĂĆęü computer, the hardware is very weak - any modern smartphone now offers more processing power and memory. But for use with televisions are likely to stick still be interesting. Both mini-computer can be connected via USB and HDMI and also offer wireless internet access. This might even older TVs can be upgraded to "smart".

Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

The Sun Rising

Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys and sour 'prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and, tomorrow late, tell me
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear 'All here in one bed lay'.

She is all states, and all princes I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls thy sphere.