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Samsung Electronics next year plans to begin mass production of a new type of graphics memory that both consumes less power and is significantly faster than existing chips.
Called GDDR (Graphics Double Data Rate) 5, the new chips can transfer data at speeds up to 6Gbps, compared to transfer speeds of 3.2Gbps offered by GDDR 4 chips, currently the fastest graphics memory available. The difference is even greater when compared to GDDR 3, which is the most commonly used graphics memory and offers transfer speeds of 1.6Gbps.
The faster transfer speeds mean GDDR5 is able to move more data, up to 24GBps, according to Samsung. GDDR 3 and GDDR 4 can move 6.4GBps and 9.6GBps, respectively. The ability of GDDR 5 to move more data means more realistic and detailed graphics images in games and other applications.
Samsung said the new chips consume 1.5 volts, making them about 20 percent more efficient than GDDR 3 chips.
Samples of the GDDR 5 chips began shipping to graphics-processor makers last month, and Samsung plans to begin mass production of the chips during the first half of next year.
GDDR 5 memory should first appear in high-end gaming systems where users are willing to pay a premium for better graphics. Samsung did not disclose pricing for the chips.
Exploit code for a "highly critical" flaw in Apple's operating system, Mac OS X, has been published on the Net, security experts have warned.
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In a decidedly under-dressed clusterfuck in SoHo, Fondazione Prada honored Tom Sachs, the mixed-media artist who has bought the world such brilliant artistic juxtapositions like the Tiffany Value Meal and the Prada Toilette and his "eponymous" new book, aptly entitled, Tom Sachs. We sent Intern Heather and prolific shutterfly Nikola Tamindzic along to observe the ratio of self-important people to actually-important people. (Hint: the ratio was really, really high.) Take a gander at our gallery of alleged "beautiful people," and Nikola chronicles them further over at Ambrel. After the jump, Intern Heather attempts to explain her inadequacies.
I like books as much as the next person. I even, at times, appreciate art and enjoyed the Met as much as one can with a monumental hangover on a Thursday afternoon. But seriously, the point of spending five thousand dollars on a book cloaked in Prada is completely lost on me, as is the importance of socialites and most wealthy people. So when I get an email for a last-minute Party Crash at the Prada store in Soho, my inability to say no combined with my penchant for mocking rich, obnoxious assholes wearing God-knows-what found me at the Prada Epicenter.
After making a series of huge mistakes (failing to wash the conditioner out of my hair; picking the one F Train car that was leaking black junk, and failing to notice said junk until it was on my white jacket; getting married for love, not money, and getting royally screwed in my subsequent divorce), I found myself walking thorough the doors of the pointlessly cavernous space that houses millions of dollars of overpriced clothing, handbags, and accessories, adored by upper-middle class schoolgirls and their mothers alike. I understand the sparseness in the store's design is supposed to complement, not detract from that of the product. But really -- REALLY -- does a store need a case of stairs that is larger than a set of high school bleachers to sell fucking handbags? Furthermore, those stairs are over a foot-and-a-half wide and a total pain in the ass to walk down. You know how hard it is to get sufficiently drunk and not fall up -- or down -- those stairs? Pretty goddamned hard, I can tell you that.
After I get my hands on this list of supposed "important guests", we're assigned this gorgeous spotter, Rich, and this kid has us running up and down those goddamned stairs, trying to track down people to photograph. I am freaking out because I have no idea who anyone is and, honestly, I'm not skinny enough to be here. At one point, Nikola and I are separated -- I'm downstairs at the bar (natch), he's upstairs. All of a sudden, my friend Mo spots Helena Christensen and taps me on the shoulder saying, "Hey, um, isn't that um, a model or something?" Without responding, I haul my ass (in four-inch heels, might I add) up those fucking stairs as fast as humanly possible to find Nikola, to tell him that Hey! I can contribute SOMETHING TO THIS SHOOT BECAUSE I FOUND HELENA FUCKING CHRISTENSEN!
I find him at the top of the stairs, with Rich, in all of his flash-slutbox-glory. I breathlessly inform him that she's downstairs. They both look at me, rather dismissively, and reply that yeah, they know. They already got her.
Motherfucker.
I was too stressed out about how I looked, how other people thought I looked, to have fun. I should have been wasted, like I was at the party for the last book Malcolm Gladwell wrote an intro for, but those stairs and the wait for the bar saved me (?) from such a condition. And what was this party for, anyhow? Prada? A book about art about Prada? A reason for a bunch of people to throw a bunch of money around for a book about art about Prada to support an artist who makes sculptures of Happy Meals on Tiffany platters? Like I said, all that artistic bullshit is lost on me. But the photos, well, they're pretty. (Like always.)
The following is a three-paragraph press release sent out today entitled "Nielsen and WPP to Swap Assets," which we have stripped of everything but its acronyms: "WPP AGBNielsen WPP. AGBNMR, WPP: SRDS, PERQ/HCI, IBOPE PDM, IBOPE LA IMI.Com, IBOPE WPP IBOPE WPP’s WPP AGBNMRTNS’s CEO AGBNMR AGBNMR SRDS PERC/HCI CEO AGBNielsen TNS IBOPE, PERQ/HCI SRDS. AGB CEO." Short good! [Thanks J.]
After having only a minimal impact on the Japanese home electronics market, Samsung has decided to end its efforts in the country. The move seemed inevitable, as the corporation had gradually and significantly reduced its presence in the market, whilst instead relying on Internet sales to meet the dwindling demand for their products.
The announcement is probably not going to extend to Samsung's wireless market, which has a much larger overall presence and is somewhat less volatile than the general consumer electronic division. An entire pull out from one of the most technologically advanced nations in the world, is certainly a blow to a company that revolves around providing the most sophisticated technologies. Nevertheless, given Sammy never really had a strong foothold in Japan at best, it is unlikely that the aftershock of the decision is likely to propagate a downward cascade for the company. In the short run this may do some damage, but we would be surprised if the effects are long lasting. [BGR]
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Japanese USB fetishists SolidAlliance (maker of Sushi USB Flash Drives) has released an exceptionally expensive Flash stick—the Mottainai. 2 GB of memory housed in a case of bronze, crystals, a bit of gold and Nipponish flair will run you 100,000 Yen (or about $850). Mottainai refers to the concept of failure to maximize a thing's potential—which seems a bit counterintuitive with regards to a bling'd out memory stick.
Click through for photos of the box and a closeup of the drive.


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When you're mapping out your WAN, it's not quite a case of "Here be Dragons", as mediaeval cartographers used to write, but there's definitely still something of a Wild West feel out on the edges.
Dr. Phil meets a horny mother who's on MySpace, which is apparently an unspeakable crime against humanity or something.
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