Just a simple example of what you said. Say there's 30 Macs and a new, 1gb OS X update comes out. OS X server can download that update and then distribute it to each client without 30 machines killing the bandwidth. Some small businesses may only have a 5mb DSL line and something small like that helps,
I have been an OS X 'fanboy' since 10.1. I cut my teeth on running a server in Linux though, and that's where I continue to feel most comfortable. That said, I'd place myself more in the powr user category who isn't afraid to read man pages and edit config files by hand. OS X is UNIX, but it has it's oddities; considering Apple's less than thrilling support of A/UX, I'm not sure how future OS X server releases will fair.
In Linux you have relative certainty that any open source app can be built, if it's not already in Debian's huge repository (or insert your favorite distribution here). In OS X that's not always true without a lot of haggling, and MacPorts/Fink can only help so much.
Then there are files that would traditionally be in say,/etc on a Linux box but end up in some obscure plist file in OS X. In Snow Leopard Server (maybe Leopard Server, I don't know exactly when it happened) user crontabs were depreciated. Sure you can set them, but they will not survive a reboot; instead you play with launchd. Meanwhile root crontabs work as expected.
If you're comfortable with Apple's way of implementing everything, especially if you've been there since the beginning, I can see the appeal. Apple is not targeting you or I with this though, but small businesses and home users who need a quick and easy way to do server level tasks. I can see myself going for OS X server if I lacked a UNIX background and needed GUI config for rudimentary services. It's not bad, just different. If you're running a lab full of Macs it makes sense . . .
. . . it doesn't help when the entire country has an Internet kill switch. The average teenager in a country who needs this has been dodging filtering since middle school; political activists have been keen to alternatives for years. Blocking Facebook and Twitter in Egypt taught the entire nation about Tor.
The people who really need and want unfiltered content know how to get it. I'd rather see work on wireless meshes and other alternatives, that will benefit everyone including the US as it becomes a more facist state than it already is.
Finally, when Amazon started offering mp3s and no crappy software to download
I haven't downloaded anything from them in a while, but last time I did I seem to remember using their downloader.
I could buy from Apple, but those videos won't play on my laptop at all.
Well, obviously they will in iTunes if you're using Windows. Snce Apple dumped all the Carbon code it feels like a new app in OS X. I don't know if that switch affects or even trickled down to Windows though.
Apps that support FairPlay (even via a plugin) should be able to play them as well, like Safari and QuickTime.
EARLY one morning, 50 years ago today, while his wife, Mary, slept upstairs, Ernest Hemingway went into the vestibule of his Ketchum, Idaho, house, selected his favorite shotgun from the rack, inserted shells into its chambers and ended his life. There were many differing explanations at the time: that he had terminal cancer or money problems, that it was an accident, that he’d quarreled with Mary. None were true. As his friends knew, he’d been suffering from depression and paranoia for the last year of his life.
Ernest and I were friends for 14 years. I dramatized many of his stories and novels for television specials and film, and we shared adventures in France, Italy, Cuba and Spain, where, as a pretend matador with Ernest as my manager, I participated in a Ciudad Real bullfight. Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.
In 1959 Ernest had a contract with Life magazine to write about Spain’s reigning matadors, the brothers-in-law Antonio Ordóñez and Luis Miguel Dominguín. He cabled me, urging me to join him for the tour. It was a glorious summer, and we celebrated Ernest’s 60th birthday with a party that lasted two days.
But I remember it now as the last of the good times.
In May 1960, Ernest phoned me from Cuba. He was uncharacteristically perturbed that the unfinished Life article had reached 92,453 words. The contract was for 40,000; he was having nightmares.
A month later he called again. He had cut only 530 words, he was exhausted and would it be an imposition to ask me to come to Cuba to help him?
I did, and over the next nine days I submitted list upon list of suggested cuts. At first he rejected them: “What I’ve written is Proustian in its cumulative effect, and if we eliminate detail we destroy that effect.” But eventually he grudgingly consented to cutting 54,916 words. He was resigned, surrendering, and said he would leave it to Life to cut the rest.
I got on the plane back to New York knowing my friend was “bone-tired and very beat-up,” but thinking he simply needed rest and would soon be his old dominating self again.
In November I went out West for our annual pheasant shoot and realized how wrong I was. When Ernest and our friend Duke MacMullen met my train at Shoshone, Idaho, for the drive to Ketchum, we did not stop at the bar opposite the station as we usually did because Ernest was anxious to get on the road. I asked why the hurry.
“The feds.”
“What?”
“They tailed us all the way. Ask Duke.”
“Well... there was a car back of us out of Hailey.”
“Why are F.B.I. agents pursuing you?” I asked.
“It’s the worst hell. The goddamnedest hell. They’ve bugged everything. That’s why we’re using Duke’s car. Mine’s bugged. Everything’s bugged. Can’t use the phone. Mail intercepted.”
We rode for miles in silence. As we turned into Ketchum, Ernest said quietly: “Duke, pull over. Cut your lights.” He peered across the street at a bank. Two men were working inside. “What is it?” I asked.
“Auditors. The F.B.I.’s got them going over my account.”
“But how do you know?”
“Why would two auditors be working in the middle of the night? Of course it’s my account.”
All his friends were worried: he had changed; he was depressed; he wouldn’t hunt; he looked bad.
Ernest, Mary and I went to dinner the night before I left. Halfway through the meal Ernest said we had to leave immediately. Mary asked what was wrong.
“Those two F.B.I. agents at the bar, that’s what’s wrong.”
The next day Mary had a private talk with me. She was terribly distraught. Ernest spent hours every day with the manuscript of his Paris sketches
I find it sad that an audience who ran away from MS a decade ago is willing to embrace something so easily from an arguably much more sinister source. Personally I have stopped using Google for searches (DuckDuckGo) and never embraced GMail except as a throwaway account.
No, but I'll give you 5% off this $99 Monster USB cable if you buy an extended warranty. This one does eh -- USB 2.0 even faster than the free one included in your printer box.
What he's saying is that the mastering quality of modern music in general is subpar rendering any difference in quality between MP3s and CDs irrelevant.
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Does this differ in any way other than beefier graphics?
Just a simple example of what you said. Say there's 30 Macs and a new, 1gb OS X update comes out. OS X server can download that update and then distribute it to each client without 30 machines killing the bandwidth. Some small businesses may only have a 5mb DSL line and something small like that helps,
The Army or Navy was using them with PPC Linux I believe.
I have been an OS X 'fanboy' since 10.1. I cut my teeth on running a server in Linux though, and that's where I continue to feel most comfortable. That said, I'd place myself more in the powr user category who isn't afraid to read man pages and edit config files by hand. OS X is UNIX, but it has it's oddities; considering Apple's less than thrilling support of A/UX, I'm not sure how future OS X server releases will fair.
In Linux you have relative certainty that any open source app can be built, if it's not already in Debian's huge repository (or insert your favorite distribution here). In OS X that's not always true without a lot of haggling, and MacPorts/Fink can only help so much.
Then there are files that would traditionally be in say, /etc on a Linux box but end up in some obscure plist file in OS X. In Snow Leopard Server (maybe Leopard Server, I don't know exactly when it happened) user crontabs were depreciated. Sure you can set them, but they will not survive a reboot; instead you play with launchd. Meanwhile root crontabs work as expected.
If you're comfortable with Apple's way of implementing everything, especially if you've been there since the beginning, I can see the appeal. Apple is not targeting you or I with this though, but small businesses and home users who need a quick and easy way to do server level tasks. I can see myself going for OS X server if I lacked a UNIX background and needed GUI config for rudimentary services. It's not bad, just different. If you're running a lab full of Macs it makes sense . . .
. . . it doesn't help when the entire country has an Internet kill switch. The average teenager in a country who needs this has been dodging filtering since middle school; political activists have been keen to alternatives for years. Blocking Facebook and Twitter in Egypt taught the entire nation about Tor.
The people who really need and want unfiltered content know how to get it. I'd rather see work on wireless meshes and other alternatives, that will benefit everyone including the US as it becomes a more facist state than it already is.
Wasn't Spore EA, or is there so a Ubisoft relationship I don't know about?
Finally, when Amazon started offering mp3s and no crappy software to download
I haven't downloaded anything from them in a while, but last time I did I seem to remember using their downloader.
I could buy from Apple, but those videos won't play on my laptop at all.
Well, obviously they will in iTunes if you're using Windows. Snce Apple dumped all the Carbon code it feels like a new app in OS X. I don't know if that switch affects or even trickled down to Windows though.
Apps that support FairPlay (even via a plugin) should be able to play them as well, like Safari and QuickTime.
A pretty cool MIPS based laptop:
http://www.lemote.com/en/products/Notebook/2010/0310/112.html
I highly doubt that they spent all their time working with a 386 during the past 20 years.
Especially since RMS doesn't even use x86.
I've been meaning to delete my account for a while now.
July 1, 2011
Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds
By A. E. HOTCHNER
EARLY one morning, 50 years ago today, while his wife, Mary, slept upstairs, Ernest Hemingway went into the vestibule of his Ketchum, Idaho, house, selected his favorite shotgun from the rack, inserted shells into its chambers and ended his life.
There were many differing explanations at the time: that he had terminal cancer or money problems, that it was an accident, that he’d quarreled with Mary. None were true. As his friends knew, he’d been suffering from depression and paranoia for the last year of his life.
Ernest and I were friends for 14 years. I dramatized many of his stories and novels for television specials and film, and we shared adventures in France, Italy, Cuba and Spain, where, as a pretend matador with Ernest as my manager, I participated in a Ciudad Real bullfight. Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.
In 1959 Ernest had a contract with Life magazine to write about Spain’s reigning matadors, the brothers-in-law Antonio Ordóñez and Luis Miguel Dominguín. He cabled me, urging me to join him for the tour. It was a glorious summer, and we celebrated Ernest’s 60th birthday with a party that lasted two days.
But I remember it now as the last of the good times.
In May 1960, Ernest phoned me from Cuba. He was uncharacteristically perturbed that the unfinished Life article had reached 92,453 words. The contract was for 40,000; he was having nightmares.
A month later he called again. He had cut only 530 words, he was exhausted and would it be an imposition to ask me to come to Cuba to help him?
I did, and over the next nine days I submitted list upon list of suggested cuts. At first he rejected them: “What I’ve written is Proustian in its cumulative effect, and if we eliminate detail we destroy that effect.” But eventually he grudgingly consented to cutting 54,916 words. He was resigned, surrendering, and said he would leave it to Life to cut the rest.
I got on the plane back to New York knowing my friend was “bone-tired and very beat-up,” but thinking he simply needed rest and would soon be his old dominating self again.
In November I went out West for our annual pheasant shoot and realized how wrong I was. When Ernest and our friend Duke MacMullen met my train at Shoshone, Idaho, for the drive to Ketchum, we did not stop at the bar opposite the station as we usually did because Ernest was anxious to get on the road. I asked why the hurry.
“The feds.”
“What?”
“They tailed us all the way. Ask Duke.”
“Well ... there was a car back of us out of Hailey.”
“Why are F.B.I. agents pursuing you?” I asked.
“It’s the worst hell. The goddamnedest hell. They’ve bugged everything. That’s why we’re using Duke’s car. Mine’s bugged. Everything’s bugged. Can’t use the phone. Mail intercepted.”
We rode for miles in silence. As we turned into Ketchum, Ernest said quietly: “Duke, pull over. Cut your lights.” He peered across the street at a bank. Two men were working inside. “What is it?” I asked.
“Auditors. The F.B.I.’s got them going over my account.”
“But how do you know?”
“Why would two auditors be working in the middle of the night? Of course it’s my account.”
All his friends were worried: he had changed; he was depressed; he wouldn’t hunt; he looked bad.
Ernest, Mary and I went to dinner the night before I left. Halfway through the meal Ernest said we had to leave immediately. Mary asked what was wrong.
“Those two F.B.I. agents at the bar, that’s what’s wrong.”
The next day Mary had a private talk with me. She was terribly distraught. Ernest spent hours every day with the manuscript of his Paris sketches
I find it sad that an audience who ran away from MS a decade ago is willing to embrace something so easily from an arguably much more sinister source. Personally I have stopped using Google for searches (DuckDuckGo) and never embraced GMail except as a throwaway account.
Kind of true. Those browsers are all forced to use Safari's engine -- so you're really just getting a new UI slapped on top of the same old thing.
Have an opposing view? Let us dig through our proxy logs to see if you've downloaded any MP3s from Rapidshare or the like.
No, but I'll give you 5% off this $99 Monster USB cable if you buy an extended warranty. This one does eh -- USB 2.0 even faster than the free one included in your printer box.
Well, most ISPs give you one for personal web hosting.
It's just FTP doesn't have same marketing appeal as, INSERT BUZZWORD HERE.
Hi this is a random Apple lawyer.
To answer you question, no. We're too busy suing 12 year olds over aftermarket iPod cases.
What he's saying is that the mastering quality of modern music in general is subpar rendering any difference in quality between MP3s and CDs irrelevant.
There were some exceptions in the past, like OmniGraph and GraphicConverter -- but those were both quality apps at least.
This article sucked even by my nuthugging standards.
You can go on /. and feel special telling people about it and hope someone mods you interesting.
Thank you for writing **** instead of shit, because I would have been really offended otherwise.
Suddenly a bright light has appeared, and I no longer fear the unknown. The past and future shall be rewritten beginning today.
So we've come full circle back to IE again?
The bin Laden hunter: ex-CIA man had bin Laden in his sights 10 times
Yep, told to hold fire 10 times so 10 years of bullshit scare tactics and neo-colonization could continue.