Android VP Explains Google’s Nexus 6 Strategy

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The goal of Nexus devices has been to provide the best possible Android experience at a very competitive price, but the Nexus 6 contradicted that very goal, which led to many people asking questions about the direction Google is taking with its Nexus lineup. In an interview the vice president of engineering for Android at Google, Hiroshi Lockheimer, has explained Google’s strategy for the Nexus 6.

Nexus 6 is an Android powerhouse and there’s no doubt that fans of this lineup are going to appreciate the hefty specifications. However the price shuns tradition. Nexus 6 costs $649 for the 32GB model whereas previous Nexus models have been priced less than $400 even if they had lower onboard storage.

This is also the first time a Nexus smartphone is being sold by all four carriers, Verizon, AT&T, Sprint and T-Mobile, with a subsidy because the price warrants it. For $649 one can easily get a similarly spec’d flagship from the likes of Samsung, LG and even Apple.

Lockheimer said in an interview with CNET that the Nexus 6′s traditional price tag is likely to help boost sales. There’s a reason for that. Previous Nexus smartphones were not sold by carriers with a subsidy and customers got them through the Google Play Store. When its subsidized the Nexus 6 costs $199 with a two year contract.

This price may look appealing at first glance, and while we know the device’s cost is baked into the service charges, it would put the device in countless carrier stores around the country and thus vastly increase the number of people that will take a look at it and perhaps may even purchase it.

Google didn’t base the Nexus 6 on price. Sandeep Waraich, a product manager at Google who worked at the device, said that the company deliberately made the decision to “push the boundaries on technology,” and that they “first arrived at the solution, then the price.”

This shows that the Nexus lineup has matured in a way and that it will no longer remain confined to one particular segment of the market. Google seems to be content that there’s still room at the top.

Android VP Explains Google’s Nexus 6 Strategy

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Samsung Gear S U.S. Release Confirmed For November 7th

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If you’re a fan of Samsung’s wearable devices then you’re going to love the announcement that has been made today. The company’s 3G-capable smartwatch, Gear S, will soon be arriving in the country. Today the U.S. release date for Samsung Gear S has finally been confirmed. This smartwatch will be available for purchase through all four major U.S. carriers namely Verizon, AT&T, Sprint and T-Mobile.

The Gear S will also be available for purchase from Samsung’s store-within-a-store at various Best Buy locations across the country. Samsung itself has not revealed any pricing details but the carrier partners have revealed exactly how much their customers will have to pay when they come in to pick up this smartwatch.

At full cost the Gear S will cost $349 on T-Mobile, where it’ll cost $384 on Sprint. It will be possible for customers to purchase the device on equipment installment plans from both carriers which requires $0 down with the remaining cost paid over 24 months through equal monthly installments. AT&T and Verizon are likely to go down this path as well.

Carriers are likely going to push the installment plan options since it may prove a bit hard to convince customers to pay upwards of $350 for a wearable device. Gear S stands out from the rest because of its 3G capabilities. Some carriers are also offering separate plans for it. T-Mobile will give subscribers 500MB data and unlimited texting for $5 per month whereas Sprint will take $10 to add it to an existing family plan.

Samsung Gear S U.S. Release Confirmed For November 7th

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'This Is How We Do' Parody Is Two Minutes Of Parenting Truth

Who says multi-tasking is impossible? Brenna Jennings, of Suburban Snapshots, knows that is just how moms gets sh*t done. Her new parody video, set to Katy Perry’s “This Is How We Do” (natch) goes out to “all the ladies in last night’s makeup… at dropoff,” “all you moms that still have their Saturday yoga pants on… and it’s Tuesday” and “moms buying lattes with LUNCH MONEY.” From the first sip of cold coffee to a failed attempt at sexy time, here are two minutes of parenting truth.

Verizon Droid Turbo Now Available For Purchase

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Over the past few weeks you might have heard many rumors and seen many reports about the Droid Turbo, a new smartphone that Verizon was expected to add to its Droid lineup. That’s exactly what it did a few days back. The Droid Turbo is now official and starting today you can pick one up exclusively from Verizon. Its manufactured by Motorola but the device remains exclusive to Big Red.

The Droid Turbo is available with multiple storage options in two colors with or without a Ballistic Nylon rear panel. A 32GB model in either black or red color can be purchased at the full retail value of $600 or for $199 with a two year contract.

It will also be possible to purchase the smartphone on Verizon’s equipment installment plan also known as Verizon EDGE. Those who sign up for this program will put $0 down and then pay off the Droid Turbo’s cost in 24 equal monthly installments of $25. The device can also be picked up contract-free from Verizon for $600.

Pricing for the 32GB model with Ballistic Nylon rear panel stays the same but this is only sold in black color. The 64GB model is only offered with this rear panel either for $650 upfront or on EDGE with 24 equal monthly installments of $27.08.

We have already spent some time with the Droid Turbo, check out our first impressions of the device, it’ll make the decision easier for you!

Verizon Droid Turbo Now Available For Purchase

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Woman Paralyzed By Freak Accident Regains Ability To Walk, Returns Home To Family

Seventy days after a freak diving accident left her unable to move, Jaime Carnucci returned home to Hooksett, New Hampshire, last week, walking through her front door in an incredible show of strength and determination.

The 37-year-old mother of two broke her neck in August when she dove into a shallow lake — the same she’d dived into countless times before — but this time, she hit the bottom and injured her spinal cord, leaving her unable to move below her waist.

“I remember hitting the bottom of the lake and it was just a weird feeling,” she recalled to Good Morning America. “I never felt any pain; it was just a ringing in my ears. I felt like I was floating.”

Panicked friends held Jaime’s paralyzed body steady in the water, and called an ambulance which whisked her into surgery that night. A followup surgery days later was successful, and even though she emerged without any ability to move her legs, her husband, Frank, remained optimistic, “looking for very small gains” every day.

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While Jaime fought tirelessly to regain her strength, she says Frank was by her side throughout the entire ordeal.

I have the best husband in the world. He was amazing. It really takes something like this to show how close. I have no words,” she told ABC News. “He did everything I could think of and he never got tired of it and he was always there. He’s the hero here, not me.”

Frank spent time updating family and friends on Jaime’s progress via his Facebook page and started a Fundly campaign called “Carnucci Strong,” which blossomed into a much larger movement.

“It turned into not just pictures of Jaime, but people holding up signs with Carnucci Strong,” Frank recalled to the Kennebec Journal. “It was just an onslaught of friends and family … Our neighbors started making yard signs and bumper stickers. The next thing you know our neighborhood is covered in signs.”

Through it all, Jaime kept fighting — a fight that paid off one rainy day last week, when, for the first time since the accident, she made it home, walking through the door.

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Angry Birds Transformers Released For Android

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There’s a new Angry Birds title out for Android today but its a bit different from what you may have come to expect from this Rovio franchise. Starting today Angry Birds Transformers is available for Android and it can be downloaded right away from the Google Play Store.

Angry Birds Transformers isn’t the slingshot based bird-flinging game that we have all played at some point in our lives, after all, it did become a major phenomenon. Rather this is a side-scrolling auto runner in which the character is constantly running towards the end of the level.

While all the running action is happening players can shoot at objects and baddies, called the Deceptihogs, so basically you tap on the item you want to shoot. It is also possible to directly shoot at the Deceptihogs but it is discouraged by the game, instead you’re encouraged to spread as much destruction as possible while firing as little shots as possible.

Even though Angry Birds Transformers is available as a free download from the Google Play Store don’t think that its not after your wallet. Unlocking levels, character upgradation and more requires in-game currency which you can obviously purchase within the application.

Angry Birds Transformers has already been available for iOS, and its available for Android starting today.

Angry Birds Transformers Released For Android

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Finding Plus-Sized Teen Clothing Is Hard — And This Didn't Help, Walmart

When you’re plus-sized, Halloween can be downright scary. It’s not the ghosts and ghouls I’m talking about, but finding a costume. It seems that whoever makes costumes thinks that nearly everyone who is female wants to be a “sexy” version of something — and they make the costumes based on that.

Every year I have a hard time finding a costume that will cover my butt, my boobs and my arms. It’s October, people, and I live in Connecticut — it’s cold. I usually spend hours searching for a costume I like and that will work for my body. In fact, after being told I was too fat to be a princess years ago, this year, we made a princess costume that I could wear and feel like a real princess in — all while at Disney World’s Mickey’s Halloween Party. (By the way, anyone can be a princess!)

While I was looking for something less poofy and easier to trick or treat in, I took a quick look at Walmart to see if they had something I could use. I was searching Halloween online and I found a bunch of costumes. Some even appropriate! All I had to do was to look for the: FAT GIRL COSTUMES

Yes, you read right. Look at how Walmart categorized the plus-sized costumes:

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Really, Walmart? Is that how you feel about a good portion of your customers? Major retailers have always shown that they do not care about their plus-sized customers. Their teeny tiny plus-sized sections — maybe four to five racks of clothing if you are lucky — show that the approximately 67 percent of Americans who are “plus-sized” (and their money) aren’t important enough for them to carry a decent amount of stylish clothing. Still, to be called “fat” on the Walmart website shocked me.

Calling people “fat,” Walmart, isn’t a trick, or a treat. It’s an insult, and another reason not to shop in your store.

*Update: Walmart has apologized for their gaffe, telling The Huffington Post in a statement:

“This never should have been on our site. It is unacceptable, and we apologize. We are working to remove it as soon as possible and ensure this never happens again.”

I’m still never shopping there again. I shop at places that make it clear they value me and my money. Most plus-sized sections are hidden in the back of the store, with one or two lousy racks of old lady clothes. Newsflash: Just because we wear a size bigger than a 10 does not mean we all need or want to wear mom jeans, crazy prints or all black. Finding clothing that I like as a plus-sized teen is hard. Finding a place to buy it is harder. I found five good places to get plus-sized teen clothing, and I spend my hard earned money there. I’ll never shop at a place that makes fun of me.

Originally posted on my blog: Losergurl.com

To the Men Who Made Me Hide My Womanly Body

I remember the dress. I felt so grown up wearing it. It was a gift from my great aunt and uncle who owned a clothing store in Nashville. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at myself. Adjusted the sleeves so that they were ever so slightly off the shoulder. Marveled at the buds of breasts that were beginning to appear. Then I would quickly pull the shoulders back up, alarmed at how old I seemed reflected in the harsh bathroom light. I would slowly spin around, examine how I looked from every angle.

It was still a girl’s dress. But the girl inside was just a tiny bit woman.

I wore it that day, walking in Jerusalem, where we spent many summers, through the Arab market. The air smelled of spices, leather and olive wood. Though I could feel the presence of my parents and sister behind me, I walked ahead, tasting, for a moment, a grownup freedom. My focus stayed on the tiny shops, hawkers trying to entice tourists into their entryways. It was midday, but dark in the market, the sun blocked by the ancient stone walls of the old city.

A hand slipped gently into mine. I’m not sure what I was thinking. That one of my parents had reached out, not wanting to lose me, most likely. But the hand felt unfamiliar. And I felt myself being pulled to move faster. When I finally looked up, I saw that a strange man had hold of me. His grip was firm. I was too surprised to know what to do.

I’m certain it was less than a minute until my parents noticed and grabbed me away. The man ran. His back disappeared into a dark alleyway. I didn’t really understand what had just happened. That a man had tried to steal me away. For the first time, it seemed I had come up against how the rest of the world viewed my changing body, and it was not exactly what I had expected. In that moment I became aware of the gazes of men as I passed by. I was 9 years old.

Two summers later, my father sat next to me on a long car ride. He told jokes and funny stories from his childhood to keep my mind off the creeping nervousness in the pit of my stomach. We were on our way to my first month at sleep away camp. I wanted the ride to be over already. I wanted it to go on forever.

Camp was in northern Maine, and we had decided to do the drive over two days. We got to Portland, looked for a place to stay. There was a somewhat seedy looking Best Western, but we were tired and it was there in front of us. We went inside, and my father attempted to secure a room. All the rooms were taken. They had an apartment they rented out. Would we like that? My father cautiously agreed, and began the paperwork. The man at the desk motioned to him to come closer. He leaned toward my father and said, in a stage whisper, with a sly smile,

“Is she under 18?”

It took a moment to register what he meant. I crossed my arms over my t-shirt, covering my chest. Then I saw my fathers face change, eyebrows raised in indignation. “She’s my daughter! She’s 11!” The desk clerk backed away, afraid to say another word.

The apartment was dark and dusty, the bed not much better than my camp sleeping quarters would be. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had done something wrong, for the desk clerk to have looked at me that way. Though I hadn’t really considered it until that moment, I was suddenly grateful that at camp, girls’ side and boys’ side would be separated by a whole entire lake.

It was my umpteenth bar mitzvah. As the youngest girl in my class, I dutifully attended sabbath service after sabbath service, party after party, taking mental notes. Winter had come on hard, and overnight, snow had blanketed the town. Many people had chosen to stay home, rather than brave icy roads and sidewalks.

About 15 or so classmates had made the trek. After the service, while the adults ate lunch, we were to be entertained by a man they had hired, who ran games that were “sabbath appropriate.” No instruments or DJ or flashing lights. Unfortunately, he wasn’t nearly cool enough to pull it off by force of his limited charm. We sat in a semi-circle, eyes rolling, letting the boredom wash over us.

I had worn my corduroy Laura Ashley dress, mauve with tiny flowers, because it was too cold to imagine putting on anything else. I loved that the skirt puffed up when I twirled. The dress was long sleeved, high necked, and flowed down to mid-calf. It felt safe.

I was on one end of the circle, and the game leader had started at the other end, asking the kids the same questions over and over. “How old are you?” “Where do you live?” “What kind of movies do you like?” The answers were even more scintillating, as we kids had all been in school together since kindergarten. Each of us could have answered the others’ questions without missing a beat. I waited patiently for my turn.

My mind wandered as my classmates answered charitably, pretending to be amused at the series of predictable responses. “I’m 12.” “Fourteen.” “Thirteen.” “I love Grease.” “Star Wars.” “Flashdance.” Really? Then the man’s eyes turned toward me.

“And you? You’re their teacher?”

The kids all laughed. Everyone knew me as the youngest girl. But they had also watched my body changing. They can’t have missed it. I had reached my adult height, a statuesque 5’1″ and my form was a woman’s. I was periodically surprised when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Inside, though, I was still a 12-year-old girl, wholly unprepared to deal with men’s attentions.

Even after he found out that I was in middle school, the hired entertainer followed me around the rest of the afternoon. Making jokes. Suggestive comments. Asking me out. And I didn’t find an adult to help because it seemed like something I should be able to handle on my own. It almost always feels that way.

I was 19. After a long day of college classes, I went to the gym to unwind. A creepy sort of guy who had been following me around the workout room, asking me out, was at it again. Luckily, a friend had a job at the health club. He pretended to be my boyfriend when the persistent pest was around, which was only a minor deterrent. But he was bigger than my harasser, and as long as he stood next to me, the creep largely left me alone.

It was completely dark when I exited the building, sweaty and tired. I decided to take the bus home. Even though it would have been a twenty minute walk, a friend had recently been accosted on her way to the apartment, so I decided not to take chances. I sat at the bus stop. In the days before smartphones, I vaguely remember, we learned to be at one with the boredom that comes with sitting and waiting, craning necks to see if the two lights in the distance belong to a city bus.

Instead, what I saw coming towards me was that loser from the gym. I hoped he would pass me by, but, of course, he sat right beside me on the bench. I felt every muscle tighten, shivered in my still damp workout clothes. Pulled my coat tighter around me. He had a job as a security guard, and there was a revolver on his belt. We were the only people around. He turned to me.

“Going home without your boyfriend?”

“He’s still working,” I lied.

“He should bring you home himself. Make sure you’re safe.”

“I’m fine on my own.” I wondered if saying it would make it true.

He slipped a hand onto my thigh. He wasn’t that big. I could’ve pushed him off of me, yelled at him to stop. But the street was deserted. And he had that gun.

I looked straight ahead, pretending not to notice his grubby little fingers. Prayed for the bus to come. And then, my prayers answered in nearly an instant, I saw those two lights in the distance, growing larger as they approached. I jumped up, ran into the bus, safeguarded by the satisfying seal of the hydraulic door.

That night, secure in my bed, I dreamt I was being chased by someone with a gun. In the dream, each time I reached a pay phone, instead of dialing the police, I dialed information. I couldn’t get it right.

I wish I could say these were the only times I wanted to slip out of my woman’s body for just a minute, to feel safe. But they are not. Like the time an Austrian U.N. Peacekeeper relentlessly photographed me and a friend on the beach, though we asked him to stop, then curiously brought us a package of cookies — as payment? Or the time when, on a long international flight, a group of men lined the aisles for nearly the entire ride, forming a gauntlet. Women who got up to stretch their legs, or go to the bathroom, had to run that gauntlet of men who leered and groped as we walked through.

What’s funny about all these stories is how very ordinary they are. How familiar. Nearly any woman could provide a list of examples similar to this one, not to mention ones much more egregious, heart-stopping or filled with a pain that becomes a constant companion.

My life has not been defined by these bumbling idiots, confusing exploring sexuality with asserting power. I am a strong, outspoken woman, with a husband, sons and daughters, proud feminists all, and these experiences are only a small piece of who I am. But, some days — more than I care to admit — I find myself stuck at the mirror. Trying to decide if an outfit is inviting men’s bad behavior. As if they are waiting for an invitation. As if, at the ripe old age of 9, if I hadn’t dared to feel so grown up, so confident, so beautiful in that dress, all those men would have just passed me by.

And that is why, when a friend, or my husband, or my own children tell me I look beautiful, I don’t smile and say thank you. Instead, I roll my eyes. I mention how I got the dress on sale, or come back with some bitingly clever retort like, “Yeah, right.” Because even if you mean it, boys, to a whole lot of women “Hey, beautiful” doesn’t sound like a compliment. It sounds like a threat.

Need help? In the U.S., call 1-800-656-HOPE for the National Sexual Assault Hotline.

Bobby Jindal Isn't Sure Whether Obama Is A 'Smart Man'

Louisiana Gov. Bobby Jindal (R) attacked President Barack Obama’s intelligence on Tuesday, claiming Obama deserves a tuition refund from Harvard since he didn’t learn “a darned thing while he was there.”

The possible presidential contender made the comments while addressing a gathering of conservatives at a rally for Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) in Louisville.

“There’s actually one lawsuit I’m happy to endorse. You see we have gotten so used to saying we have a constitutional scholar in the White House, we’ve gotten so used to saying we have a smart man as president. But I’m beginning to wonder if that’s really true,” Jindal said, according to video posted by the Louisville Courier-Journal.

“I’m beginning to wonder what did he really learn in three years at Harvard Law School,” he added. “The lawsuit I’m willing to endorse? I think he should sue Harvard Law School to get his tuition money back. I don’t think he learned a darned thing while he was there.”

This isn’t the first time Jindal has lamented the state of Obama’s mind. Earlier this year, the governor said that recent events in Ukraine should make the country “revisit that notion” that the president is an intelligent man.

“While the president of Russia is using military force to invade neighboring countries, our president is reducing the size of our military and boasting about the record number of Americans on food stamps,” he wrote in a National Review editorial. “Obama conveys weakness to our allies and our enemies, but wise presidents have always understood that American weakness leads to violence, American strength to stability.”

In his speech on Tuesday, Jindal also said Obama’s presidency has been worse than that of former President Jimmy Carter because he is the “first president ever to occupy the White House who does not believe in American exceptionalism.”

“With President Obama you’ve got a unique level of incompetence and extreme liberal ideology,” he added.

Naked Man Allegedly Rapes Woman's Rescue Pit Bull In Her Yard, Says ISIS Sent Him

A man accused of raping a woman’s pit bull in her Waterbury, Connecticut, yard while ranting that he was sent by ISIS has been arrested.

Waterbury Police told The Huffington Post on Thursday that Lorenzo Monzillo, 22, has been charged with sexual assault, cruelty to animals and breach of peace. He was booked Monday after his release from a psychiatric hospital, a police spokesman said. His next scheduled court date is Nov. 25.

Alice Woodruff told WTNH in the interview above that she spotted a naked man sexually assaulting her leashed rescue pit bull, Layla, around 10 a.m. on Oct. 21. She said she tried to deter him by throwing a candle at him as he spoke about wanting to spend the rest of their lives together.

Said Woodruff: “He pranced through the yard naked, yelling ‘this is our day and you have to prosper in it. … ISIS sent me.’”

She said she then retrieved her gun from the house and fired a warning shot into the ground, prompting the man to ask her to shoot him. Woodruff, a mental health professional, said she felt compassion for the man, a neighbor, but expressed hope that he would not commit such acts again.

According to The Hartford Courant, the man also screamed that he was the anti-Christ and had given Woodruff’s dog Ebola.

Woodruff managed to keep the man at bay with her weapon until police arrived, the Courant reported. Then cops chased the still-undressed suspect on foot for a mile or two before apprehending him.