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Daily Blah for... Sunday, March 19, 2006

Look, Ma, No Hands
Two lovely hands-free labor-saving demonstrations came out of the CeBit trade show in Hannover. There's the typewriter controlled by thought -- we've been expecting this one for a while, given that the ability to read brain patterns when you're thinking of a certain letter was demonstrated back in 1999, but it's nice to see it finally come out in prototype form -- especially when you use keyboards as much as I do and are worried that twinges in your arm could be signs of RSI. Imagine writing a novel by thought alone!

Then there's the virtual dressing room that takes your measurements, pops a virtual you on its screen, and lets you try on new clothes without all the fuss of taking off your old ones. Again, this is good news for me, as I find department store changing rooms one of the most uncomfortable places on Earth and will, like a lot of men left to their own devices, most often buy clothes based purely on the intuition that they might fit.


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