Java + nice custom Swing UI library + bunch of Java experts in industry ready to code for iPhone is very promising combination, hardly there's alternative.
..so is every other company playing with GPL...after all every company runs primarily for profit, not for benefit of mankind unless a) it brings profit b) it is benign side effect
Maybe they'll consume it, but that still doesn't mean that wise decision-makers in Eclipse Project are going to decide to include the new Visual Editor in basic download distribution. Instead, they might decide to bury it deep down on updates server as it is now with Visual Editor.
Creative as been promising binary with ALSA support for years, so far they have unsupported beta for 64-bit systems (?) that nobody can compile.
ALSA project has no driver for these sound cards either.
IMAP should be more bandwidth efficient
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Down with POP3.
Because client won't be not downloading full message to your inbox, but header only, and ones marked for removal can be purged without downloading.
Smart move by Google - a good way to tie people to their service longterm, Hotmail defacto uses IMAP as well if user has Office XP or later.
DRM makers are there because there is demand for their services. DRM buyers think that it will improve their sales and they will shift cost of DRM software to the consumers. So yeah, me and you end up paying DRM makers.
Back to original question, it is just matter of time before DRM activation (usually internet) for old product starts costing software maker more than it is worth, and they will just drop it form their side and give you finger, and you won't be able to use your software... without warez crack.
Just clicking on the link - General failure The URL was: "http:/...". The system cannot find the file specified.
Firefox is default program for htm, html, HTTP protocol and Internet link. The OS is vista x64 Business.
When Firefox is default browser, state-of-the-art Microsoft Office 2007 can't open link when clicked upon without error - every time it is same story (fatal error! with red X and appropriate sound) if Firefox is not already opened.
... every Linux user installed/tried more distros for fun
I've tried PCLinuxOS, Mandriva Spring 2007, RHEL5, FC6, FC7, suse 10.2, Suse 103, Ubuntu 7.04 in this year.
iPhone is just for ATT consumers, plain and simple - just like lot of games are built only for playstation, or only for XBOX360. With that logic, Microsoft should be sued because they don't let you play Halo 3 on Windows 95.
IMO it is worth mentioning that you can easily install OpenSUSE side-by-side with windows on motherboard-chipset-based RAID conotrlers, such as intel ICH5-9R, NVRAID, etc.
Mo special configuration needed, openSuse installer supports this.
None yet e'er drank a honey'd draught
Unnmixed with cup of bitter gall,
And cup of gall for honey equally doth call,
That so, the mixture one may easier drink.
Beg Ivan-beg of ancestry heroic,
Like tawny lion fought against the Turks,
On every side, and deep in gory woods:
Half of his lands the Turks did take from him,
The country delug'd was with blood,
These Moslems slew his doughty brother, -
Ferocious dragon, Urosh Voivoda! -
On tune broad fields of Tchèmovo.
Ivan his only brother mourn'd.
Mourn'd him more, - the Voivoda Urosh; -
Than were he mourning both his sons;
Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh,
Than he could mourn a whole lost land;
Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh,
Than he could mourn the loss of both his eyes;
Not dearer they to him than brother Urosh.
Full many a time and oft the hero may
Excite high heaven unto mighty laughter!
Ivan with cup on high vow'd direful vengeance,
Drinking the toast with consecrated wine.
He lets his white hair fall upon his shoulder's.
His white beard curling down unto his waist;
With his old hands he grasps his sword and lance;
Blood-sprinkled both his weapons and his arms,
At every step he fells a Turkish foe;
The old man bounds as were he nimble youth!
O dear my Lord, it sure must be a dream,
That on this wise an aged man can leap!
Good fortune past returns to him again:
At Karoutché upon Tsrmnitsa's boundary,
Of whole band of fifteen thousand Turks,
Not one of them escap'd alive;
Their marble tombs, which men still see,
Attest the glory of Prince Tsrnoyevitch:
God grant mercy to the soul of Urosh.
Wondrous offerings made men to his memory!
None yet e'er drank a honey'd draught
Unnmixed with cup of bitter gall,
And cup of gall for honey equally doth call,
That so, the mixture one may easier drink.
Beg Ivan-beg of ancestry heroic,
Like tawny lion fought against the Turks,
On every side, and deep in gory woods:
Half of his lands the Turks did take from him,
The country delug'd was with blood,
These Moslems slew his doughty brother, -
Ferocious dragon, Urosh Voivoda! -
On tune broad fields of Tchèmovo.
Ivan his only brother mourn'd.
Mourn'd him more, - the Voivoda Urosh; -
Than were he mourning both his sons;
Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh,
Than he could mourn a whole lost land;
Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh,
Than he could mourn the loss of both his eyes;
Not dearer they to him than brother Urosh.
Full many a time and oft the hero may
Excite high heaven unto mighty laughter!
Ivan with cup on high vow'd direful vengeance,
Drinking the toast with consecrated wine.
He lets his white hair fall upon his shoulder's.
His white beard curling down unto his waist;
With his old hands he grasps his sword and lance;
Blood-sprinkled both his weapons and his arms,
At every step he fells a Turkish foe;
The old man bounds as were he nimble youth!
O dear my Lord, it sure must be a dream,
That on this wise an aged man can leap!
Good fortune past returns to him again:
At Karoutché upon Tsrmnitsa's boundary,
Of whole band of fifteen thousand Turks,
Not one of them escap'd alive;
Their marble tombs, which men still see,
Attest the glory of Prince Tsrnoyevitch:
God grant mercy to the soul of Urosh.
Wondrous offerings made men to his memory!
LADIKA DANILO (in contemplation)
The Dragon see, with seven mantles red,
Wielding two swords and crownèd with two crowns;
Great-grandchild of the faithless Turk, with Koran!
Behind him hordes of that accursèd breed,
That they may devastate the whole wide earth,
As locusts pestilent lay waste the fields!
Had not the Rock of France its onrush curbed,
Arabia's flood had surely deluged all!
Osman - infernal dream - was monarch crown'd;
The pale moon wedded, she his apple fair;
From whom sprang Orkan, Europe's evil guest;
And now Byzantium's realm is nothing more
Than the youthful Theodora's dowry -
The star of destiny hangs darkly over her.
Now Paleologos bids Murat in,
To bury in one grave both Greeks and Serbs.
Their own ends sought both Brankovitch and Gerluka -
Meet recompense Mohammed gave to Gerluka!
From out far Asia where they have their nest,
This Devil's brood doth gulp the nations up;
Each day a nation, as night-owl takes bird:
Murat takes Serbia, and Bosnia Bayazed;
Murat Epirus, and Mohammed Greece;
Then the two Selims Africa and Cyprus -
Each takes something till nothing is there left!
Dreadful the deeds that happen day by day;
Too small is this wide world for Hell's great maw,
Which, though feeding ever, never knows repletion!
Yanko doth fight for Vladislaus dead;
But why fight on when fighting gives not aid?
Brave heart Obilitch beats in Skenderbeg,
And yet he pines in pitiless exile. -
But what can I! What helper is me nigh?
We have but few strong arms; our strength is small;
We are as wisps of straw tossed on the wind;
As orphan'd sad, forsaken of the world,
I see my people sleep a deadly sleep,
No parent's hand to wipe away my tears;
God's Heaven is shut above my head,
Giving no answer to my cries and prayers.
This world is now become a hell,
And men but demons in disguise.
Oh, dark, dark Day! oh, outlook ever black!
My fearing folk held ever underfoot!
Sure I have seen thy woe and all thine ill,
Yet 'gainst the worst I now must set my will!
When deadly wound is given in the head,
The quivering frame doth painfully expire.
Plague of mankind! May God make end of thee!
Is half a world so small, to thee so small -
A half-world filled with horror of thy deeds -
That pois'nous stenches from thy demon soul
Thou now must bring to spue upon our rock?
Is it small offering - of Serbia the whole,
From Danube river to the deep blue sea?
Thy seat thou hast, all wickedly to ride;
Thy blood-stained sceptre is thy boast and pride,
From sacred altar thou insultest God,
And where was outrag'd Cross dost rear a Mosque! -
Our very shades and relics would'st defile,
Those relics which to shelter men have brought,
And screen'd amid to eternal hills,
Dear shrines reminding of our heroes' deeds?
These all have been o'erwhelmed in blood,
A hundred times in thine, ten times ten in ours!
The work of that accursed monarch see -
He whom the devil teaches all things bad! -
"This Montenegro, which I cannot tame,
"By means or fair or foul shall own my name:
"With it, on this wise must the method be."
Thus spake the Devil's Sent One; the began
Sweets of false faith to proffer unto man.
The curse of God be on this brood unclean!
What is the aim of Islam's creed 'mongst us?
How will ye 'scape from our ancestors' curse?
However dare 'fore Milosh to appear,
Or how before each other Serbian knight,
Whose names shall last while ever sun hath light?... While pondering o'er this council for to-day,
Hot horror burns within my soul:
Shall brother brother ever thus war down;
Shall not such strife so bloody and so long
Destroy the very seed within the womb!
O cursèd day! - may God blot out thy light -
That thou didst bring me forth upon the world!
Last year a hundred times I curs'd the hour
Those Turks did fail to make an end of me,
Lest I should falsify my people's hope.
(Vuk Mitchunovitch, reclining near the Vladika,
has feigned to be asleep, but has heard everything,
and proceeds to arouse the Bishop to action, jerking
Vladika with trenchant sentences from his purely
contemplative poise.)
VUK MITCHUNOVITCH
I
Eclipse's visual Editor is a joke, while NetBeans one is very easy to use and complete. Of course, it is my subjective statement, but i have yet to see something nice coming out of Eclipse. And there's this nice article so you can see for youself: http://www.netbeans.org/kb/50/quickstart-gui.html
But it doesn't matter because most people don't know how to make decent UI form if their life was depending on it.
Slashdot Mirror
All Hail Our Space Russian Overlords!
Surely they won't use .NET ports.
Java + nice custom Swing UI library + bunch of Java experts in industry ready to code for iPhone is very promising combination, hardly there's alternative.
Clearly is listed here: http://tinyurl.com/2m5bzf
..so is every other company playing with GPL...after all every company runs primarily for profit, not for benefit of mankind unless a) it brings profit b) it is benign side effect
Maybe they'll consume it, but that still doesn't mean that wise decision-makers in Eclipse Project are going to decide to include the new Visual Editor in basic download distribution. Instead, they might decide to bury it deep down on updates server as it is now with Visual Editor.
Creative as been promising binary with ALSA support for years, so far they have unsupported beta for 64-bit systems (?) that nobody can compile. ALSA project has no driver for these sound cards either.
Down with POP3.
Because client won't be not downloading full message to your inbox, but header only, and ones marked for removal can be purged without downloading.
Smart move by Google - a good way to tie people to their service longterm, Hotmail defacto uses IMAP as well if user has Office XP or later.
Science proved existence of God?
Just when you thought religious nuts couldn't get worse.
is gone?
DRM makers are there because there is demand for their services. DRM buyers think that it will improve their sales and they will shift cost of DRM software to the consumers. So yeah, me and you end up paying DRM makers.
Back to original question, it is just matter of time before DRM activation (usually internet) for old product starts costing software maker more than it is worth, and they will just drop it form their side and give you finger, and you won't be able to use your software... without warez crack.
Just clicking on the link - General failure The URL was: "http:/...". The system cannot find the file specified. Firefox is default program for htm, html, HTTP protocol and Internet link. The OS is vista x64 Business.
When Firefox is default browser, state-of-the-art Microsoft Office 2007 can't open link when clicked upon without error - every time it is same story (fatal error! with red X and appropriate sound) if Firefox is not already opened.
reguster domain coffice.com and enjoy the growth.
... every Linux user installed/tried more distros for fun I've tried PCLinuxOS, Mandriva Spring 2007, RHEL5, FC6, FC7, suse 10.2, Suse 103, Ubuntu 7.04 in this year.
... and Devil has to pay.
It will be pretty soon conquered and divided by the allies.
Yes it does, all you need is to fire up Banshee, not Amarok.
iPhone is just for ATT consumers, plain and simple - just like lot of games are built only for playstation, or only for XBOX360. With that logic, Microsoft should be sued because they don't let you play Halo 3 on Windows 95.
IMO it is worth mentioning that you can easily install OpenSUSE side-by-side with windows on motherboard-chipset-based RAID conotrlers, such as intel ICH5-9R, NVRAID, etc.
Mo special configuration needed, openSuse installer supports this.
Even security software is often pirated and bundled with malicious stuff, it is just greed at every step and somebody surely takes advantage of that.
...if you don't , like I don't (Dell E1505) where manufacturer screwed up BIOS so 2nd column is always CPU(s) run in highest performance state.
None yet e'er drank a honey'd draught Unnmixed with cup of bitter gall, And cup of gall for honey equally doth call, That so, the mixture one may easier drink. Beg Ivan-beg of ancestry heroic, Like tawny lion fought against the Turks, On every side, and deep in gory woods: Half of his lands the Turks did take from him, The country delug'd was with blood, These Moslems slew his doughty brother, - Ferocious dragon, Urosh Voivoda! - On tune broad fields of Tchèmovo. Ivan his only brother mourn'd. Mourn'd him more, - the Voivoda Urosh; - Than were he mourning both his sons; Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh, Than he could mourn a whole lost land; Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh, Than he could mourn the loss of both his eyes; Not dearer they to him than brother Urosh. Full many a time and oft the hero may Excite high heaven unto mighty laughter! Ivan with cup on high vow'd direful vengeance, Drinking the toast with consecrated wine. He lets his white hair fall upon his shoulder's. His white beard curling down unto his waist; With his old hands he grasps his sword and lance; Blood-sprinkled both his weapons and his arms, At every step he fells a Turkish foe; The old man bounds as were he nimble youth! O dear my Lord, it sure must be a dream, That on this wise an aged man can leap! Good fortune past returns to him again: At Karoutché upon Tsrmnitsa's boundary, Of whole band of fifteen thousand Turks, Not one of them escap'd alive; Their marble tombs, which men still see, Attest the glory of Prince Tsrnoyevitch: God grant mercy to the soul of Urosh. Wondrous offerings made men to his memory!
None yet e'er drank a honey'd draught Unnmixed with cup of bitter gall, And cup of gall for honey equally doth call, That so, the mixture one may easier drink. Beg Ivan-beg of ancestry heroic, Like tawny lion fought against the Turks, On every side, and deep in gory woods: Half of his lands the Turks did take from him, The country delug'd was with blood, These Moslems slew his doughty brother, - Ferocious dragon, Urosh Voivoda! - On tune broad fields of Tchèmovo. Ivan his only brother mourn'd. Mourn'd him more, - the Voivoda Urosh; - Than were he mourning both his sons; Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh, Than he could mourn a whole lost land; Mourn'd him more, the Voivoda Urosh, Than he could mourn the loss of both his eyes; Not dearer they to him than brother Urosh. Full many a time and oft the hero may Excite high heaven unto mighty laughter! Ivan with cup on high vow'd direful vengeance, Drinking the toast with consecrated wine. He lets his white hair fall upon his shoulder's. His white beard curling down unto his waist; With his old hands he grasps his sword and lance; Blood-sprinkled both his weapons and his arms, At every step he fells a Turkish foe; The old man bounds as were he nimble youth! O dear my Lord, it sure must be a dream, That on this wise an aged man can leap! Good fortune past returns to him again: At Karoutché upon Tsrmnitsa's boundary, Of whole band of fifteen thousand Turks, Not one of them escap'd alive; Their marble tombs, which men still see, Attest the glory of Prince Tsrnoyevitch: God grant mercy to the soul of Urosh. Wondrous offerings made men to his memory!
Haha that is pretty pathetic: we have no our editor so let's just take Netbeans' one and claim it our own.
LADIKA DANILO (in contemplation) The Dragon see, with seven mantles red, Wielding two swords and crownèd with two crowns; Great-grandchild of the faithless Turk, with Koran! Behind him hordes of that accursèd breed, That they may devastate the whole wide earth, As locusts pestilent lay waste the fields! Had not the Rock of France its onrush curbed, Arabia's flood had surely deluged all! Osman - infernal dream - was monarch crown'd; The pale moon wedded, she his apple fair; From whom sprang Orkan, Europe's evil guest; And now Byzantium's realm is nothing more Than the youthful Theodora's dowry - The star of destiny hangs darkly over her. Now Paleologos bids Murat in, To bury in one grave both Greeks and Serbs. Their own ends sought both Brankovitch and Gerluka - Meet recompense Mohammed gave to Gerluka! From out far Asia where they have their nest, This Devil's brood doth gulp the nations up; Each day a nation, as night-owl takes bird: Murat takes Serbia, and Bosnia Bayazed; Murat Epirus, and Mohammed Greece; Then the two Selims Africa and Cyprus - Each takes something till nothing is there left! Dreadful the deeds that happen day by day; Too small is this wide world for Hell's great maw, Which, though feeding ever, never knows repletion! Yanko doth fight for Vladislaus dead; But why fight on when fighting gives not aid? Brave heart Obilitch beats in Skenderbeg, And yet he pines in pitiless exile. - But what can I! What helper is me nigh? We have but few strong arms; our strength is small; We are as wisps of straw tossed on the wind; As orphan'd sad, forsaken of the world, I see my people sleep a deadly sleep, No parent's hand to wipe away my tears; God's Heaven is shut above my head, Giving no answer to my cries and prayers. This world is now become a hell, And men but demons in disguise. Oh, dark, dark Day! oh, outlook ever black! My fearing folk held ever underfoot! Sure I have seen thy woe and all thine ill, Yet 'gainst the worst I now must set my will! When deadly wound is given in the head, The quivering frame doth painfully expire. Plague of mankind! May God make end of thee! Is half a world so small, to thee so small - A half-world filled with horror of thy deeds - That pois'nous stenches from thy demon soul Thou now must bring to spue upon our rock? Is it small offering - of Serbia the whole, From Danube river to the deep blue sea? Thy seat thou hast, all wickedly to ride; Thy blood-stained sceptre is thy boast and pride, From sacred altar thou insultest God, And where was outrag'd Cross dost rear a Mosque! - Our very shades and relics would'st defile, Those relics which to shelter men have brought, And screen'd amid to eternal hills, Dear shrines reminding of our heroes' deeds? These all have been o'erwhelmed in blood, A hundred times in thine, ten times ten in ours! The work of that accursed monarch see - He whom the devil teaches all things bad! - "This Montenegro, which I cannot tame, "By means or fair or foul shall own my name: "With it, on this wise must the method be." Thus spake the Devil's Sent One; the began Sweets of false faith to proffer unto man. The curse of God be on this brood unclean! What is the aim of Islam's creed 'mongst us? How will ye 'scape from our ancestors' curse? However dare 'fore Milosh to appear, Or how before each other Serbian knight, Whose names shall last while ever sun hath light? ... While pondering o'er this council for to-day,
Hot horror burns within my soul:
Shall brother brother ever thus war down;
Shall not such strife so bloody and so long
Destroy the very seed within the womb!
O cursèd day! - may God blot out thy light -
That thou didst bring me forth upon the world!
Last year a hundred times I curs'd the hour
Those Turks did fail to make an end of me,
Lest I should falsify my people's hope.
(Vuk Mitchunovitch, reclining near the Vladika,
has feigned to be asleep, but has heard everything,
and proceeds to arouse the Bishop to action, jerking
Vladika with trenchant sentences from his purely
contemplative poise.)
VUK MITCHUNOVITCH
I
Eclipse's visual Editor is a joke, while NetBeans one is very easy to use and complete. Of course, it is my subjective statement, but i have yet to see something nice coming out of Eclipse. And there's this nice article so you can see for youself:
http://www.netbeans.org/kb/50/quickstart-gui.html
But it doesn't matter because most people don't know how to make decent UI form if their life was depending on it.
so you can with NetHeans too.. but also NetBeans has useful GUI editor, while Eclipse has... none by default.
NetBeans is better all-around Java IDE, but Eclipse is better overall due to extensibility that was used.