「PALM」を含む日記

はてなキーワード:PALMとは

昔出てた情報端末のPDA（SonyのクエリとかPalmとかApple Newtonとか）、

今の最新技術でSIM乗せたらめちゃ便利に使えるんじゃないの？

あれはあれで売れるのでは？って思う。

それはさすがにないか？

Hey everyone. Idon't know where else to post this. Ineed towrite it down before I convince myself Iwas just hallucinating. I’m a grad student inJapan, doing fieldworkon forgotten local folklore. That'swhy Iwas out in theabsolute middle ofnowhere in Gunmaprefecture last night.

My planwas to vis it a tiny, dying village called Yomi-touge (notits realname) that supposedlyhas some unique traditions. Of course, my phonelost signal hours ago, and mycar'sGPS, which I bought in 2015, decided to have atotal meltdown. Thesun went down. The mountainroads are narrow and winding,and a thick, soupy fogstarted to roll in. The kind of wet, heavyair that makesyou feel like you’rebreathing water. Iwas completely, hopelesslylost.

After what felt like an eternity of drivingat a crawl, Isaw it. Alight. A single, brutallybright rectangle oflight cutting through the fog. Aconvenience store.One of thosebig chainsyou see everywhere, aFamilyMart or aLawson, I couldn't tell whichat first.I’ve neverfelt so relieved inmy life. I parked thecar and practically ran inside, thelittle doorchime sounding way too loud in the dead silence.

The insidewas…normal. Toonormal. Thelights were humming with a high-pitchedbuzz that drilled into my skull. The shelves were perfectly stocked. Theair smelled of cheapair freshener andsomething else…something sweet and hot,like ozone or burntsugar.

And then Isaw theclerk.

Hewas ayoungguy,maybe myage. Pale, drenched in sweat, with dark circles underhis eyes like bruises. He moved with a painful stiffness,like every jointwas rusted. He muttered a "Irasshaimase…" without even lookingat me,his eyes fixedon the counter.His arms were covered in these intricate, dark tattoos, winding fromhis wrists up underhis sleeves. I figured hewas just sick, oron a roughshift. Ifelt bad forhim.

I grabbed a can of coffee and went to the counter. "Sorry to botheryou," Istarted inJapanese, "I'm prettylost. Couldyou tell me where I am?"

He looked up, andhis eyes didn't seem tofocus on me.It was like hewas lookingat ascreen a few inches in front of my face. "We do not provide directional information," he said,his voice aflat, rehearsed monotone. "Will that beall foryou?"

Okay,weird, but whatever.Maybe it's store policy.As he reached for my coffee,his sleeve slid up. The tattooson his arm… they weren’t just pictures. For a split second, Iswear toGod, the lines ofink shifted. They writhed,like tiny black worms underhis skin,and a patch ofhis forearm glowed with afaint, sicklyred light. He flinched, asharp intake ofbreath, and quickly pulledhis sleeve down.

I just froze. I couldn’t have seen that, right? Iwas tired, myeyes were playing trickson me.

Then the doorchimedagain.

The person who walked in… Idon’t know how to describe them.It was aman, I think. Hewas tall and wore an old, soaked trench coat. Buthis face…it was like my brain refused to processit.It wasn't that he had no face,it was that myeyes wouldslide right offit.It was ablur, aglitch, a 404error inhuman form.

Theclerk didn't seem surprised. Hedidn't even seem to seehim as strange.His posture just became evenmore rigid. Thered glow on his arm pulsedagain,brighter this time, visible throughhis sleeve.

The facelessman didn't speak. He just stood there. Theclerk, without aword, turned. But hedidn'tgo to the coolers. He kepthis back to theman, and heldout his left hand,palm up. I heard asoft, wet, squelching sound. From a small, dark slit in the center ofhis palm that I hadn't noticed before, a small carton of strawberrymilk, the kindyou give tokids, just… emerged.It was producedout ofhis hand.It was wet with a clear, viscous fluid.

He placedit on the counter. "Here is the requested product," theclerk said,his voice straining. "The transaction is complete."

The facelessman picked up the strawberrymilk. He putit inhis coat pocket. And then he just… faded. Hedidn’t walkout the door. He dissolved into the hummingair,like heat haze. A second later, hewas gone.

Theclerk letout a long, shudderingbreath and swayedon his feet. He leaned heavilyon the counter,his face sheet-white. He looked utterly, existentially exhausted. Hesaw me staring, my mouth hangingopen, the can of coffeestill in my hand.

For the firsttime, aflicker ofsomething real,something human, crossedhis face.It was pure, undiluted terror.

"You… are not a regular customer," he whispered,his voice trembling. "Your… conceptis too stable. Please. Leave."

Ididn'tneed to be told twice. I threw a 500yen coinon the counter and ranout of there so fast I think I broke the sound barrier. Ididn't eventake my coffee. I justgot in mycar and drove, Idon't know in which direction, I just drove.

I'mat a servicestation now, about 100kmaway. Thesun is coming up. I can't stop shaking.It wasn't adream.I know it wasn't. Because when Iwas fumbling for my keys, I realized I had accidentally grabbed thereceipt from the counter.

It’s not for my coffee.It’s for the other transaction.It justhas oneitem listed.It doesn't say "StrawberryMilk."It says:

ITEM: CONCEPTUAL SALVATION (FLAVOR:CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA) - 1 UNIT

PRICE: ¥0

METHOD: ANNULMENT

Has anyone seen a storelike this? What thehell is happening in the mountains of Gunma? What did I see? AndGod, that poorkid working the counter. Heisn't in trouble. He's a part ofit. He's themachine.

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2025-06-21

■スマートチンチンの開発が急がれる。

スマート、フォーン。

ただの電話機ではない賢い電話機。

その電話機は林檎のマークを背負ったひとりの男が世に普及させた。

それまでいくつかのスタートアップや、それを買収した大企業が実現させようとした世界。

いつでも、どこでも、インターネットに接続できる

シームレスで持続可能で、スマートに、、、ネットワークと通信し活用する。

どこにでも持ち歩けるコンピュータ。

ラップトップならぬパームトップコンピュータ。

かつて世界的大企業ソニーもそれに挑んだ。

世界一のコンピュータメーカー HPもやろうとした。

そしてApple 自身もそのことに一番最初に取り組もうとしたメーカーだった。

しかし、彼が、それを、アイフォーンを世に送り出すまでは、

なぜか（ほんとうに本当になぜ？）誰も実現することは出来なかった。

技術的な問題じゃあない。

それをつくることは誰にだって可能だったんだ。

Palmなんて小さな企業にも出来たし、

もちろんソニーもHPもその他いろんなカンパニーが挑戦した。

いや、挑戦ではなかったのかもしれない。

それは実験だったのかも。

あるいは疑問だったのか。

もしくは確認か。

こんなものは世の中には受けないよな？

一部のギーグが喜ぶだけのマニアックなオモチャ（製品）だよな？

たぶんやっても無駄だろ？

そのための確認の作業だったのかも。

しかし、あの男だけがそれを革新であると定義して世に送り出した。

ワン　モア　シング　・　・　・

そういって彼が少し茶目った表情で取り出した、それ。

それが世界を変えてしまった。

そして、いまわたしたちも彼のように言わなければならない。

ワン　モア　チンコ　・　・　・

スマートチンポコの開発が急がれる。

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2025-05-31

■anond:20250530232724

スマホは相当未来やろ

30年前は誰も想像しなかった（一部のテックギークがPalmを使っていた）

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2025-05-16

■織田裕二 Love Somebody 完全盤

1.Love Somebody (CINEMAVersion IV)

2.Love Somebody (CINEMAVersion III)

3.Love Somebody (CINEMAVersion II)

4.Love Somebody (AKIRA'SPALM☆DRIVE REMIX)

5.Love Somebody (CINEMAversion)

6.Love Somebody (acousticversion)

7.Love Somebody (DJ Hasebe remix)

8.Love Somebody (SECRET Version)

9.Love Somebody (ALBUMVersion)

10.Love Somebody (Remix)

11.Love Somebody (PIANO Version)

12.Love Somebody

anond:20250516124344

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2023-06-06

■anond:20230606205441

いつかはすると思うよ

ただPalmが出たのが1997年で、初代iPhoneが出たのが2007年、初代Android端末のHTC Dreamが出たのが2008年

普及レベルになるのはまだまだ先だと思う

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2023-03-13

■llamaであれだけモデルが効率化できたんだからさ

gpt4がまさかその効率性を取り入れないはずないよな

Smaller,more performant models suchas LLaMAenable others in the research communitywho don’t haveaccess to large amounts of infrastructure to study these models, further democratizingaccess in this important, fast-changingfield.https://ai.facebook.com/blog/large-language-model-llama-meta-ai/

LLaMA-13BはほとんどのベンチマークでGPT-3（175B）を上回り、LLaMA-65Bは最高のモデルであるChinchilla-70BとPaLM-540Bに匹敵する性能を持っている。

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