An answer to your question can be found in the TUHS archive. Once inside an archive mirror look for the Readme in the directory PDP-11/Distributions/research/1972_stuff for this quote
In the early version of UNIX, timestamps were in 1/60th second units. A 32-bit counter using these units overflows in 2.5 years, so the epoch had to be changed periodically, and I believe 1970, 1971, 1972 and 1973 were all epochs at one stage or another.
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In some cases, sf_buf_alloc() should sleep with pri PCATCH; in others, it should not. Add a new parameter so that the caller can specify which is the case.
We have been migrating production off of U2's (and SS-20's) for a long time. I have a dual processor U2 to play with in my cube. I don't waste my time with CD-ROMs, I just netbooted from FreeBSD and installed that way. Neither NetBSD nor OpenBSD paniced during installation. I preferred the OpenBSD installation program to the NetBSD one, but it's been too long and I don't remember why now.
Neither OS supported SMP on that box at the time supposedly Linux does, but I haven't tried. I was going to try to CVS the OpenBSD SMP branch but haven't gotten around to it.
I had FreeBSD 5-DP running on it by using an ISP SCSI since the built-in ESP doesn't have a driver yet. As FreeBSD 5 development went on it became increasingly less compatible with the U2. Eventually the upgrade path ended with a kernel that had lock order reversal. Later attempts didn't seem to support the ISP anymore. I suppose I could have switched to diskless but I moved off of FreeBSD.
VAXen, My Children, Just Don't Belong In Some Places
Usenet Apocrypha
VAXen, my children, just don't belong some places. In my business, I am frequently called by small sites and startups having VAX problems. So when a friend of mine in an Extremely Large Financial Institution (ELFI) called me one day to ask for help, I was intrigued because this outfit is a really major VAX user--they have several large herds of VAXen--and plenty of sharp VAXherds to take care of them.
So I went to see what sort of an ELFI mess they had gotten into. It seems they had shoved a small 750 with two RA60's running a single application, PC style, into a data center with two IBM 3090's and just about all the rest of the disk drives in the world. The computer room was so big it had three street addresses. The operators had only IBM experience and, to quote my friend, they were having ``a little trouble adjusting to the VAX,'' were a bit hostile towards it and probably needed some help with system management. Hmmm, Hostility.... Sigh.
Well, I thought it was pretty ridiculous for an outfit with all that VAX muscle elsewhere to isolate a dinky old 750 in their Big Blue Country, and said so bluntly. But my friend patiently explained that although small, it was an ``extremely sensitive and confidential application.'' It seems that the 750 had originally been properly clustered with the rest of a herd and in the care of one of their best VAXherds. But the trouble started when the Chief User went to visit his computer and its VAXherd.
He came away visibly disturbed and immediately complained to the ELFI's Director of Data Processing that, ``There are some very strange people in there with the computers.'' Now since this user person was the Comptroller of this Extremely Large Financial Institution, the 750 had been promptly hustled over to the IBM data center which the Comptroller said, ``was a more suitable place.'' The people there wore shirts and ties and didn't wear head bands or cowboy hats.
So my friend introduced me to the Comptroller, who turned out to be five feet tall, 85 and a former gnome of Zurich. He had a young apprentice gnome who was about 65. The two gnomes interviewed me in whispers for about an hour before they decided my modes of dress and speech were suitable for managing their system and I got the assignment.
There was some confusion, understandably, when I explained that I would immediately establish a procedure for nightly backups. The senior gnome seemed to think I was going to put the computer in reverse, but the apprentice's son had an IBM PC and he quickly whispered that ``backup'' meant making a copy of a program borrowed from a friend and why was I doing that? Sigh.
I was shortly introduced to the manager of the IBM data center, who greeted me with joy and anything but hostility. And the operators really weren't hostile--it just seemed that way. It's like the driver of a Mack 18 wheeler, with a condo behind the cab, who was doing 75 when he ran over a moped doing it's best to get away at 45. He explained sadly, ``I really warn't mad at mopeds but to keep from runnin' over that'n, I'da had to slow down or change lanes!''
Now the only operation they had figured out how to do on the 750 was reboot it. This was their universal cure for any and all problems. After all it works on a PC, why not a VAX? Was there a difference? Sigh.
But I smiled and said, ``No sweat, I'll train you. The first command you learn is HELP'' and proceeded to type it in on the console terminal. So the data center manager, the shift supervisor and the eight day operators watched the LA100 buzz out the usual introductory text. When it finished they turned to me with expectant faces and I said in an avuncular manner, ``This is your most important command!''
The shift supervisor stepped forward and studied the text for about a minute. He then turned with a very puzzled expression on his face and asked, ``What do you use it
Published by the Sunday New York Times September 03, 2000
The loudest protest over the closing of the nuclear plant is coming from a most unlikely place: the people who work there. What's a little radiation when it puts food on the table?
By MATTHEW BRZEZINSKI
There was a time when Leonid Aniskin was frightened of radiation. But that was before he went to work at the Chernobyl nuclear power station. He still remembers his first day on the job. It was in 1987, a little over a year after an explosion had ripped the roof off the plant's fourth reactor block. "The trees in the forest behind the station had all died," he recalls. "The pine needles had turned red and dropped off."
Soldiers were burying the radioactive tree trunks when he arrived for his first shift. Everywhere he looked there were men in masks and dark rubber suits, and orange bulldozers scraping away the contaminated soil.
The station's three undamaged reactors were all up and running by then, ordered back on line by Soviet central planners. While the world was still reeling from a disaster that spewed radiation over much of northern Europe and forced the evacuation of more than 100,000 people, the Kremlin was wrestling with a different issue: where to find workers willing to operate the stricken plant.
Aniskin was 27 at the time, a champion marathon runner and a newly graduated acoustical engineer. He and his wife, Marina, had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary and the birth of their son, Igor. Like most young couples, they were living in a crowded dormitory near the Kiev airport while waiting for a state apartment in a soulless high-rise. In those days, newlyweds faced years if not decades of communal showers and public toilets before they were assigned their own place.
There was a way, however, to bypass the waiting list. The Kremlin was building a new city 40 miles from Chernobyl -- just outside the depopulated Exclusion Zone -- a town unimaginably luxurious by Soviet standards. The nation's best builders had been harnessed for the showcase project, and construction crews from eight Soviet republics were working double-time to erect housing districts in the traditional styles of their lands.
Brand-new apartments were to be had in this "model city," which the Kremlin christened Slavutich after the Russian word for glory, and jobs that paid 10 times the average national wage. All Aniskin had to do to win this Faustian Soviet sweepstakes was sign up to work at Chernobyl.
"When Igor was born," he says, with the conviction of someone looking back on a difficult decision that came out right, "I decided to offer my family a chance at a better life."
It is a warm and breezy Saturday morning in Slavutich. Mothers push baby strollers in the central parade ground, and children play near the memorials to posthumous Heroes of Soviet Labor. In the Riga district, plant bosses tend their flower gardens, while the six-foot-wide Geiger counter over the pediatric wing of the nearby hospital flashes a reassuring 15.4 microroentgens -- about the same as in Denver -- if you stick within city limits, where the contaminated soil has been removed.
Leonid Aniskin has already run his daily 10 miles and is cooking breakfast for his family and me. The aroma of fish and fried potatoes fills the sunny second-story apartment and drifts into the living room, where Igor, now a tall and big-boned teenager, sits transfixed by a sumo wrestling match on ESPN's Eurosport. Aniskin brings out a pot of coffee and clamps his son in a good-natured headlock. "You don't want to become like them," he gibes in mock horror, pointing to the jiggling giants on the screen.
"Papa is a little crazy when it comes to exercise," announces Igor, who has his father's earnest face to go with short, spiky hair. Aniskin takes the rejoinder in stride. His thick hair may have grown silvery around the edges these past 13 years and he may have lost a step or two,
The problem with Ellison is that he doesn't realize it's his fan base not the "CREATIVE PROPERTIES" that makes him money. When you erode your fan base by being a drag and a turn-off you undercut your profits more than you do by losing imaginary sales to "piracy".
It's probably better to install real Debian once Knoppix has led the way
When you install Woody over Knoppix all the auto-configuration gets smashed. You can't have it both ways.
You can indeed install it -- the result is a kind of Debian-lite installation
Actually it pretty heavy when you consider the the Knoppix CD is compressed. It's also way more advanced and way less tested as a unit than Woody. The package collection isn't just sid, it's from a number of version of Debian so "apt-get update ; apt-get upgrade" not likely to work at all.
"Leon Brooks, of WA-based Mandrake reseller CyberKnights, said the SCO legal action had been hurting his business during the past couple of months and announced his intentions to lodge a complaint with the ACCC."
"The license fees they are proposing are extortion and we are sick of it,' he said. 'The fear and confusion is costing me business and causing people who are clear about technical issues to start asking questions. Some customers that were planning Linux installations have put it on hold because they are hearing about SCO so often that they are taking the threat seriously. I have contacted the ACCC and started the process of registering an official complaint. SCO doesn't have a leg to stand on."
``Intellectual property'' Publishers and lawyers like to describe copyright as ``intellectual property''---a term that also includes patents, trademarks, and other more obscure areas of law. These laws have so little in common, and differ so much, that it is ill-advised to generalize about them. It is best to talk specifically about ``copyright,'' or about ``patents,'' or about ``trademarks.''
The term ``intellectual property'' carries a hidden assumption---that the way to think about all these disparate issues is based on an analogy with physical objects, and our ideas of physical property.
When it comes to copying, this analogy disregards the crucial difference between material objects and information: information can be copied and shared almost effortlessly, while material objects can't be. Basing your thinking on this analogy is tantamount to ignoring that difference. (Even the US legal system does not entirely accept the analogy, since it does not treat copyrights or patents like physical object property rights.)
If you don't want to limit yourself to this way of thinking, it is best to avoid using the term ``intellectual property'' in your words and thoughts.
``Intellectual property'' is also an unwise generalization. The term is a catch-all that lumps together several disparate legal systems, including copyright, patents, trademarks, and others, which have very little in common. These systems of law originated separately, cover different activities, operate in different ways, and raise different public policy issues. If you learn a fact about copyright law, you would do well to assume it does not apply to patent law, since that is almost always so.
Since these laws are so different, the term ``intellectual property'' is an invitation to simplistic thinking. It leads people to focus on the meager common aspect of these disparate laws, which is that they establish monopolies that can be bought and sold, and ignore their substance--the different restrictions they place on the public and the different consequences that result. At that broad level, you can't even see the specific public policy issues raised by copyright law, or the different issues raised by patent law, or any of the others. Thus, any opinion about ``intellectual property'' is almost surely foolish.
If you want to think clearly about the issues raised by patents, copyrights and trademarks, or even learn what these laws require, the first step is to forget that you ever heard the term ``intellectual property'' and treat them as unrelated subjects. To give clear information and encourage clear thinking, never speak or write about ``intellectual property''; instead, present the topic as copyright, patents, or whichever specific law you are discussing.
According to Professor Mark Lemley of the University of Texas Law School, the widespread use of term "intellectual property" is a recent fad, arising from the 1967 founding of the World Intellectual Property Organization. (See footnote 123 in his March 1997 book review, in the Texas Law Review, of Romantic Authorship and the Rhetoric of Property by James Boyle.) WIPO represents the interests of the holders of copyrights, patents and trademarks, and lobbies governments to increase their power. One WIPO treaty follows the lines of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, which has been used to censor useful free software packages in the US. See http://www.wipout.net/ for a counter-WIPO campaign.
This is important in the US since if you are a citizen there and you donate more than a certain amount per year to 501(c)(3) chartible organizations combined and you turn in all the receipts you can complete write the donations off on your taxes and get the money back either as a refund or in lieu of taxes paid.
Slashdot Mirror
An answer to your question can be found in the TUHS archive. Once inside an archive mirror look for the Readme in the directory PDP-11/Distributions/research/1972_stuff for this quote
Well bug reports anyhow.
CVS log for src/sys/sparc64/sparc64/uio_machdep.c
Revision 1.2 / (download) - annotate - [select for diffs], Sat Apr 3 09:16:26 2004 UTC (2 days, 4 hours ago) by alc
Branch: MAIN
CVS Tags: HEAD
Changes since 1.1: +1 -1 lines
Diff to previous 1.1 (colored)
In some cases, sf_buf_alloc() should sleep with pri PCATCH; in others, it
should not. Add a new parameter so that the caller can specify which is
the case.
Reported by: dillon
I told you once!
I told you twice!
You better wise up!
J4n37 W1355!
Just wondering how FreeBSD can call it a full Tier1 support when they dont support older platforms [...]?
Admittedly the lack of SCSI on Ultra-1 and Ultra-2 boxes keeps it off older 64-bit systems for the most part.
and no video support
Are you up to date? The web page claims sunblade 100 fully supported.
Sun has delivered the first viable Microsoft Windows alternative.
Swapping music files allowed, federal judge rules
Take good care of this DNS Zone, it's been in the family for generations.
Try a serial console. Just plug the ttya port into another computer's serial port with a null modem and use tip or cu.
We have been migrating production off of U2's (and SS-20's) for a long time. I have a dual processor U2 to play with in my cube. I don't waste my time with CD-ROMs, I just netbooted from FreeBSD and installed that way. Neither NetBSD nor OpenBSD paniced during installation. I preferred the OpenBSD installation program to the NetBSD one, but it's been too long and I don't remember why now.
Neither OS supported SMP on that box at the time supposedly Linux does, but I haven't tried. I was going to try to CVS the OpenBSD SMP branch but haven't gotten around to it.
I had FreeBSD 5-DP running on it by using an ISP SCSI since the built-in ESP doesn't have a driver yet. As FreeBSD 5 development went on it became increasingly less compatible with the U2. Eventually the upgrade path ended with a kernel that had lock order reversal. Later attempts didn't seem to support the ISP anymore. I suppose I could have switched to diskless but I moved off of FreeBSD.
The quote was from http://www.nbc4.tv/news/2937016/detail.html
Any small video that did not require sound could be shown using geexbox.
This cautionary tale is a USENET fable:
VAXen, My Children, Just Don't Belong In Some Places
Usenet Apocrypha
VAXen, my children, just don't belong some places. In my business, I am frequently called by small sites and startups having VAX problems. So when a friend of mine in an Extremely Large Financial Institution (ELFI) called me one day to ask for help, I was intrigued because this outfit is a really major VAX user--they have several large herds of VAXen--and plenty of sharp VAXherds to take care of them.
So I went to see what sort of an ELFI mess they had gotten into. It seems they had shoved a small 750 with two RA60's running a single application, PC style, into a data center with two IBM 3090's and just about all the rest of the disk drives in the world. The computer room was so big it had three street addresses. The operators had only IBM experience and, to quote my friend, they were having ``a little trouble adjusting to the VAX,'' were a bit hostile towards it and probably needed some help with system management. Hmmm, Hostility.... Sigh.
Well, I thought it was pretty ridiculous for an outfit with all that VAX muscle elsewhere to isolate a dinky old 750 in their Big Blue Country, and said so bluntly. But my friend patiently explained that although small, it was an ``extremely sensitive and confidential application.'' It seems that the 750 had originally been properly clustered with the rest of a herd and in the care of one of their best VAXherds. But the trouble started when the Chief User went to visit his computer and its VAXherd.
He came away visibly disturbed and immediately complained to the ELFI's Director of Data Processing that, ``There are some very strange people in there with the computers.'' Now since this user person was the Comptroller of this Extremely Large Financial Institution, the 750 had been promptly hustled over to the IBM data center which the Comptroller said, ``was a more suitable place.'' The people there wore shirts and ties and didn't wear head bands or cowboy hats.
So my friend introduced me to the Comptroller, who turned out to be five feet tall, 85 and a former gnome of Zurich. He had a young apprentice gnome who was about 65. The two gnomes interviewed me in whispers for about an hour before they decided my modes of dress and speech were suitable for managing their system and I got the assignment.
There was some confusion, understandably, when I explained that I would immediately establish a procedure for nightly backups. The senior gnome seemed to think I was going to put the computer in reverse, but the apprentice's son had an IBM PC and he quickly whispered that ``backup'' meant making a copy of a program borrowed from a friend and why was I doing that? Sigh.
I was shortly introduced to the manager of the IBM data center, who greeted me with joy and anything but hostility. And the operators really weren't hostile--it just seemed that way. It's like the driver of a Mack 18 wheeler, with a condo behind the cab, who was doing 75 when he ran over a moped doing it's best to get away at 45. He explained sadly, ``I really warn't mad at mopeds but to keep from runnin' over that'n, I'da had to slow down or change lanes!''
Now the only operation they had figured out how to do on the 750 was reboot it. This was their universal cure for any and all problems. After all it works on a PC, why not a VAX? Was there a difference? Sigh.
But I smiled and said, ``No sweat, I'll train you. The first command you learn is HELP'' and proceeded to type it in on the console terminal. So the data center manager, the shift supervisor and the eight day operators watched the LA100 buzz out the usual introductory text. When it finished they turned to me with expectant faces and I said in an avuncular manner, ``This is your most important command!''
The shift supervisor stepped forward and studied the text for about a minute. He then turned with a very puzzled expression on his face and asked, ``What do you use it
The Silver Lining in Chernobyl's Cloud
Published by the Sunday New York Times
September 03, 2000
The loudest protest over the closing of the nuclear plant is coming from a most unlikely place: the people who work there. What's a little radiation when it puts food on the table?
By MATTHEW BRZEZINSKI
There was a time when Leonid Aniskin was frightened of radiation. But that was before he went to work at the Chernobyl nuclear power station. He still remembers his first day on the job. It was in 1987, a little over a year after an explosion had ripped the roof off the plant's fourth reactor block. "The trees in the forest behind the station had all died," he recalls. "The pine needles had turned red and dropped off."
Soldiers were burying the radioactive tree trunks when he arrived for his first shift. Everywhere he looked there were men in masks and dark rubber suits, and orange bulldozers scraping away the contaminated soil.
The station's three undamaged reactors were all up and running by then, ordered back on line by Soviet central planners. While the world was still reeling from a disaster that spewed radiation over much of northern Europe and forced the evacuation of more than 100,000 people, the Kremlin was wrestling with a different issue: where to find workers willing to operate the stricken plant.
Aniskin was 27 at the time, a champion marathon runner and a newly graduated acoustical engineer. He and his wife, Marina, had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary and the birth of their son, Igor. Like most young couples, they were living in a crowded dormitory near the Kiev airport while waiting for a state apartment in a soulless high-rise. In those days, newlyweds faced years if not decades of communal showers and public toilets before they were assigned their own place.
There was a way, however, to bypass the waiting list. The Kremlin was building a new city 40 miles from Chernobyl -- just outside the depopulated Exclusion Zone -- a town unimaginably luxurious by Soviet standards. The nation's best builders had been harnessed for the showcase project, and construction crews from eight Soviet republics were working double-time to erect housing districts in the traditional styles of their lands.
Brand-new apartments were to be had in this "model city," which the Kremlin christened Slavutich after the Russian word for glory, and jobs that paid 10 times the average national wage. All Aniskin had to do to win this Faustian Soviet sweepstakes was sign up to work at Chernobyl.
"When Igor was born," he says, with the conviction of someone looking back on a difficult decision that came out right, "I decided to offer my family a chance at a better life."
It is a warm and breezy Saturday morning in Slavutich. Mothers push baby strollers in the central parade ground, and children play near the memorials to posthumous Heroes of Soviet Labor. In the Riga district, plant bosses tend their flower gardens, while the six-foot-wide Geiger counter over the pediatric wing of the nearby hospital flashes a reassuring 15.4 microroentgens -- about the same as in Denver -- if you stick within city limits, where the contaminated soil has been removed.
Leonid Aniskin has already run his daily 10 miles and is cooking breakfast for his family and me. The aroma of fish and fried potatoes fills the sunny second-story apartment and drifts into the living room, where Igor, now a tall and big-boned teenager, sits transfixed by a sumo wrestling match on ESPN's Eurosport. Aniskin brings out a pot of coffee and clamps his son in a good-natured headlock. "You don't want to become like them," he gibes in mock horror, pointing to the jiggling giants on the screen.
"Papa is a little crazy when it comes to exercise," announces Igor, who has his father's earnest face to go with short, spiky hair. Aniskin takes the rejoinder in stride. His thick hair may have grown silvery around the edges these past 13 years and he may have lost a step or two,
Even the $100 bill was worth more in the 70's back when Ellison's books were new.
The problem with Ellison is that he doesn't realize it's his fan base not the "CREATIVE PROPERTIES" that makes him money. When you erode your fan base by being a drag and a turn-off you undercut your profits more than you do by losing imaginary sales to "piracy".
Don't forget Enron's memos.
It's probably better to install real Debian once Knoppix has led the way
When you install Woody over Knoppix all the auto-configuration gets smashed. You can't have it both ways.
You can indeed install it -- the result is a kind of Debian-lite installation
Actually it pretty heavy when you consider the the Knoppix CD is compressed. It's also way more advanced and way less tested as a unit than Woody. The package collection isn't just sid, it's from a number of version of Debian so "apt-get update ; apt-get upgrade" not likely to work at all.
Knoppix too.
Freshmeat? What's an omelette without some fresh meat?
This is important in the US since if you are a citizen there and you donate more than a certain amount per year to 501(c)(3) chartible organizations combined and you turn in all the receipts you can complete write the donations off on your taxes and get the money back either as a refund or in lieu of taxes paid.
does pr0n count as art?
better luck next year