OS X Snow Leopard Roundup

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With Apple's World Wide Developer's Conference tomorrow, Snow Leopard is closer than ever to release. Catch up on what makes the cat purr with this quick guide.


For one thing, the general purpose computing on graphics processor chips (GPGPU for short) could very well melt your entire face off into a puddle of pathetic all over your razor thing Apple keyboard.

For another thing, there's this 64-bit business. Bandied about by marketing types for years, the tech is legit in Snow Leopard, and we explain why you should give a hoot in our lovable Giz Explains series.

Also on the cool front is this confirmed feature regarding the front-end. Basically, with Snow Leopard the HFS+ drivers will let you access a Mac's files from Windows while in Boot Camp. Multiple OS's? Totally seamless.


Sort of confirmed, sort of up on the air (but going strong): MacBook 3G support is built into Snow Leopard.


Oh, and screen recording is making a triumphant return with Snow Leopard's Quicktime Player.


Of course, questions become answers when WWDC '09 begins in earnest tomorrow. [Gizmodo Liveblog]




The aluminum orb hummed as it levitated in its fixed position above the stage. The bloggers and Twits typed furiously, digging deep within their Google-borne lexicons to properly describe this phenomenon.

The seemingly solid, single shape began to open. From the metallic orifice of the orb, an aluminum belt extended to the stage, beside the dumbfounded Phil Schiller.

"Come to me. Do not be afraid" a voice said from within the sphere.

Schiller reluctantly stood on the aluminum plank, at which point he began to move, despite there being no moving parts to speak of within the conveyor.

Schiller disappeared into the sphere, and silence fell over the developers and blogging Macolites.

Then they saw them.

Schiller sat upon the shoulders of a tall, slender figure. A perpetual 5 o'clock shadow textured the lower half of his deeply sculpted face. His flowing black turtleneck joined into the unnaturally tidy border of his jeans. His running shoes were white to the point where they emitted their own light. The tapping of the bloggers ceased. The flash photography stopped. The world stood in a silent awe, and witnessed the return of their God.