- published: 21 Jul 2010
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USB 3.0 is the third major revision of the Universal Serial Bus (USB) standard for computer connectivity. In the late 1990s, the first major revision was made to the USB 1.1 specification. The revision was called USB 2.0 which added a new transfer speed called High Speed (HS – 480 Mbit/s) to the earlier speeds (Low Speed (LS) – 1.5 Mbit/s and Full Speed (FS) – 12 Mbit/s).
The USB 3.0 specification uses the same concepts of USB 2.0 but with many improvements and totally different implementation. Earlier USB concepts like endpoints and four transfer types (bulk, control, isochronous and interrupt) are preserved but the protocol and electrical interface is significantly different. It is so different that the specification defines a physically separate channel to carry USB 3.0 traffic. The changes in this specification make improvements in the following areas:
transfer speed – added a new transfer type called Super Speed or SS – 5 Gb/s (electrically it is more similar to PCIe Gen2 than USB 2.0)
Honey, he doesn’t love you.
Honey, he doesn’t love you.
Can’t you see the resentment on his face,
the subtle abuse in his tone?
Can’t you hear the truth behind the jokes
when he says he’d rather be alone?
Honey, pookie, poodle, he doesn’t love you.
Sometimes once is all it takes.
Your mother and Jesus hate you.
But me, I haven’t changed.
Maybe you should give me a call.
Give me a call.
I’m still the same old guy you knew in school,
the oldest 18 and so,
so tired of life.
And so, so tired of life.
Your life is ugly and ruthless.
Your mother and Jesus hate you.
But me, I still like you kind of
so why won’t you give me a call?
So I walked through the trees you lined your house with
and I thought about that guy you’re going out with.
And I thought I’d be useful for a change,
so I picked up a rake,
but I couldn’t figure out what to do with it.
So I walked around the gardens in a sorry state
and I looked around the table when I came in late
and I saw all the food piled on my plate
so I picked up my drink,
but I couldn’t figure out where to throw it first.
Oh, give me a call.
I’m still the same old guy you knew in school,
the oldest 18 and so so,
so tired of life when I kiss you,