Next Release ...
Google Desktop Search...
I don't know the reason why google always play with BETA only....
Their BETA testing products :
1)GMAIL
2)Google SMS(only for US peoples)
3)Google Desktop
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etc
But everything looks cool...:-)
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Mr.Tiger (jdk1.5)
I haven't started my studies in java's new release..
Busy with doing lot of other stuffs .....every body saying most beautiful concept in this version is ..."Generics"....
I too studying the same now...
Busy with doing lot of other stuffs .....every body saying most beautiful concept in this version is ..."Generics"....
I too studying the same now...
Future J2EE
Those strengths matched to the needs of the Internet, and Java quickly became the de facto language for Internet and enterprise computing. It spread rapidly, changing computing and the way we live our Internet lives. Whether buying a book online, selling shares through an online broker or pulling cash out of an ATM--chances are, you're using Java.
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Workflow info
The jBpm open source workflow engine has joined with JBoss to become a critical piece of the JBoss Enterprise Middleware Platform. With the resources and commercial reach of JBoss behind it, JBoss jBPM can now capitalize on its technical strengths and popularity to become the de facto standard in today's fragmented BPM market.
workflow info
workflow info
PORTLAND(linux) Vs SEATTLE(windows)
Frye said it all began with a casual comment he made during a brainstorming session a week or so after he joined IBM's emerging-markets team. He used to build supercomputers and knew academics who were talking about using Linux for supercomputing, so he brought it up.
"I raised my hand and said, 'What's our Linux strategy,' " he said. "Of course, the answer was, 'What's Linux?,' so I got the job of going off and writing a one-page paper of what Linux is, to bring back for our conversation."
Then Frye helped create a business plan. Competing with Microsoft wasn't a major emphasis, he said. The greater opportunity was to win new customers, particularly away from Sun Microsystems.
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"I raised my hand and said, 'What's our Linux strategy,' " he said. "Of course, the answer was, 'What's Linux?,' so I got the job of going off and writing a one-page paper of what Linux is, to bring back for our conversation."
Then Frye helped create a business plan. Competing with Microsoft wasn't a major emphasis, he said. The greater opportunity was to win new customers, particularly away from Sun Microsystems.
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Java 1.5 vs C#
Before start learning jdk1.5 try to learn something like this..
It has immense amount of stuff about both these languages..
Learn..
It has immense amount of stuff about both these languages..
Learn..
Worth to READ
Is the Java revolution over? Has the big business-friendly approach turned Java into the new COBOL? Is the momentum behind .NET and Mono stealing away the cool factor that Java once enjoyed? Are those even bad things? What do you think?
Good stuff
Good stuff
Competitive Hacking
Your competitor has a wildly successful web-based tool which is being used by many of your customers. Do you (A) give up and get out of the business; (B) set up a team of product developers to make a competing product; or (C) hack into the competitor's website, steal the code, and for good measure hire their critical employees to develop an exact duplicate of their website. If you answered (C) then congratulations and welcome to the new world of competitive hacking.
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Saturday, October 09, 2004
Nice Theorem
Salary Theorem
The less you know, the more you make.
Proof:
Postulate 1: Knowledge is Power.
Postulate 2: Time is Money.
As every engineer knows: Power = Work / Time
And since Knowledge = Power and Time = Money
It is therefore true that Knowledge = Work / Money .
Solving for Money, we get:
Money = Work / Knowledge
Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, Money approaches infinity, regardless of the amount of Work done.
The less you know, the more you make.
Proof:
Postulate 1: Knowledge is Power.
Postulate 2: Time is Money.
As every engineer knows: Power = Work / Time
And since Knowledge = Power and Time = Money
It is therefore true that Knowledge = Work / Money .
Solving for Money, we get:
Money = Work / Knowledge
Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, Money approaches infinity, regardless of the amount of Work done.
Did u know????
In the context of computer searches, the "*" is formally known as a "Kleene star."
Regular expressions trace back to the work of an American mathematician by the name of Stephen Kleene (one of the most influential figures in the development of theoretical computer science) who developed regular expressions as a notation for describing what he called "the algebra of regular sets." His work eventually found its way into some early efforts with computational search algorithms, and from there to some of the earliest text-manipulation tools on the Unix platform (including ed and grep).
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Regular expressions trace back to the work of an American mathematician by the name of Stephen Kleene (one of the most influential figures in the development of theoretical computer science) who developed regular expressions as a notation for describing what he called "the algebra of regular sets." His work eventually found its way into some early efforts with computational search algorithms, and from there to some of the earliest text-manipulation tools on the Unix platform (including ed and grep).
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Friend,Philasopher,Guru, GOD - GOOGLE
Google's been busy introducing a lot of new things this week. The latest, a SMS search service.
Only one moon - Only one sun - Only one GOOGLE
Only one moon - Only one sun - Only one GOOGLE
Thought of the day - "My Night Out"
Got this mail from my friend...i feel its worth to place this in my blog..
After reading this if u feel it looks like yr story i am not responsible for that....:-)
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My feet were getting numb. My arms were getting tired. But I sat there,
looking at the monitor, pretending to work. What if I slept off on thekeyboard? What would people around me think? Am I not competitiveenough.Would another night out hurt. "No it won't." I consoled myself. "Work alittle more." I told myself.
Images of links between tables and pages from what we call, ETRMscrossed my mind. "Why?" I asked myself. "Why doesn't my mind wander away to themore beautiful things in life?" "Why does it always have to be WORK!!!?"
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed the shutdown buttonon the PC as if to say, "I hate you". As if in reply, it took me twice toshut it down. I kicked my locker and walked out of my cubicle. The securityat the reception looked into my eyes sympathetically. I pretended like I amsolving problems in my head. As if the world depended on my sillyprogram.As if to justify the fact that the Security needs to respect me. I hatedmyself. I walked down the corridor towards the lift.
There I was, on the 10th floor. It was 3.30 in the morning. The terracelooked deserted. I loved the feeling. I was all alone. Just me, and thesky and the stars and the early morning breeze. I looked all around. Theworld looked much beautiful. Somewhere, far away, I could see lights. Ipresume that must have been another workplace where people like me are workingaway at their PCs.
I stood at the edge of the terrace. As I looked at the road that ran infront of our office, I slowly kept my palm on the wall. A chill ran downmy spine. Tiny droplets of water had formed on the wall, which I touched. Iwanted to feel it again. I touched it again. It was the most wonderfulfeeling. I wondered why I don't do these things often.
I decided to stay there till sunrise. I closed my eyes and waited.Finally, I could see a faint light in the east. Even though we hardly notice,these things do happen. Like sunrise and stuff. I saw the sun rise. As he roseI could see more and more buildings like ours. The breeze had got muchstronger. It was like sitting near the window seat of a bus that wasmoving through some lonely road near a lush paddy field. I got that taste inthe air. I got the feel. It was like heaven had met earth.
In the cubicle, I congratulate someone when his SELECT statement works.There I was, all alone, on the terrace, when more important things werehappening and I had no one to congratulate. I wanted to cry "Thank youGod"."Thank you for giving me this beautiful world to live in." But... thewords wouldn't come out. I felt guilty. I knew very well that I would go backin the cubicle once my emotions wore off.
"No" I said. "I am NOT going back there again." I ran down the stairs. Iwanted the glass that covers our reception to break and let some of thisair in. I rushed into my cubicle and got my bag and stuff. Running out, Idid not bother to sign the register. Strangely, my vehicle started with justone kick. I rode my bike quite fast, just to feel the air on my face.
When I reached the road, I realized that I was late. Considering thefact that I was in office since yesterday, I was really really late. Theworld had moved on. People had spent another night with their families. Kidshad spent another day studying for exams. Old folks had spent another nightwondering when to dye their hair. Teenagers had spent another nightdreaming about their loved ones.
There I was, like a machine coming out of my office building. I sawpeople taking their morning walks. Some of them jogging. Some of them standingand talking. Some old aunties jogging and talking and laughing, all at thesame time. There were newspaper-boys, milk-vendors and what not.
I started feeling out of place. "Was I from another planet orsomething?" I thought. I was dreaming I guess, a milk-vendor chap on his bicyclenearly hit my bike. "Idiot" I said. Didn't he know I am going home after atough day? Didn't he know that I am tired, and do not have the energy for suchcrap? "Wait a minute," I told myself. "Are you doing somebody a favor bystaying in the office so long?" "Will this world be a better place ifyou do that?" "Do you have it in you to buy one meal for that milk-vendor'sfamily?"
YOU CAN'T!!! And that's the truth. You can't do anything except writingpieces of code, which you regard as full of life for reasons known bestto you.
I broke into tears thinking about my own plight. I hated the fact that Iexisted. Why was I going through this entire trauma? What was holding mehere? The money?. The passion to program?. The feeling that I would beisolated if I didn't work?. I don't know. I am still searching for theanswers.
Then, suddenly out of nowhere, images of my family came into my mind. Mydad, who had taken care of the family since I remember him. In fact,since I remember anything. My mom who would not have slept even a little bit,since I have not reached home. And my brother, who doesn't actually show it,but misses me when he doesn't see me. "I am not alone" I shouted. "I havethis beautiful world to live in, with beautiful people in it"
Friends, do go out sometimes. Share your life with the people you lovethe most. Share your life with the nature. Share it with the wind. Share itwith the sun. Share it with the rain. Things much much more important thanprogramming is happening out there. But it won't come for you, you haveto go out and find it.
-- Author : Unknown
After reading this if u feel it looks like yr story i am not responsible for that....:-)
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My feet were getting numb. My arms were getting tired. But I sat there,
looking at the monitor, pretending to work. What if I slept off on thekeyboard? What would people around me think? Am I not competitiveenough.Would another night out hurt. "No it won't." I consoled myself. "Work alittle more." I told myself.
Images of links between tables and pages from what we call, ETRMscrossed my mind. "Why?" I asked myself. "Why doesn't my mind wander away to themore beautiful things in life?" "Why does it always have to be WORK!!!?"
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. I pressed the shutdown buttonon the PC as if to say, "I hate you". As if in reply, it took me twice toshut it down. I kicked my locker and walked out of my cubicle. The securityat the reception looked into my eyes sympathetically. I pretended like I amsolving problems in my head. As if the world depended on my sillyprogram.As if to justify the fact that the Security needs to respect me. I hatedmyself. I walked down the corridor towards the lift.
There I was, on the 10th floor. It was 3.30 in the morning. The terracelooked deserted. I loved the feeling. I was all alone. Just me, and thesky and the stars and the early morning breeze. I looked all around. Theworld looked much beautiful. Somewhere, far away, I could see lights. Ipresume that must have been another workplace where people like me are workingaway at their PCs.
I stood at the edge of the terrace. As I looked at the road that ran infront of our office, I slowly kept my palm on the wall. A chill ran downmy spine. Tiny droplets of water had formed on the wall, which I touched. Iwanted to feel it again. I touched it again. It was the most wonderfulfeeling. I wondered why I don't do these things often.
I decided to stay there till sunrise. I closed my eyes and waited.Finally, I could see a faint light in the east. Even though we hardly notice,these things do happen. Like sunrise and stuff. I saw the sun rise. As he roseI could see more and more buildings like ours. The breeze had got muchstronger. It was like sitting near the window seat of a bus that wasmoving through some lonely road near a lush paddy field. I got that taste inthe air. I got the feel. It was like heaven had met earth.
In the cubicle, I congratulate someone when his SELECT statement works.There I was, all alone, on the terrace, when more important things werehappening and I had no one to congratulate. I wanted to cry "Thank youGod"."Thank you for giving me this beautiful world to live in." But... thewords wouldn't come out. I felt guilty. I knew very well that I would go backin the cubicle once my emotions wore off.
"No" I said. "I am NOT going back there again." I ran down the stairs. Iwanted the glass that covers our reception to break and let some of thisair in. I rushed into my cubicle and got my bag and stuff. Running out, Idid not bother to sign the register. Strangely, my vehicle started with justone kick. I rode my bike quite fast, just to feel the air on my face.
When I reached the road, I realized that I was late. Considering thefact that I was in office since yesterday, I was really really late. Theworld had moved on. People had spent another night with their families. Kidshad spent another day studying for exams. Old folks had spent another nightwondering when to dye their hair. Teenagers had spent another nightdreaming about their loved ones.
There I was, like a machine coming out of my office building. I sawpeople taking their morning walks. Some of them jogging. Some of them standingand talking. Some old aunties jogging and talking and laughing, all at thesame time. There were newspaper-boys, milk-vendors and what not.
I started feeling out of place. "Was I from another planet orsomething?" I thought. I was dreaming I guess, a milk-vendor chap on his bicyclenearly hit my bike. "Idiot" I said. Didn't he know I am going home after atough day? Didn't he know that I am tired, and do not have the energy for suchcrap? "Wait a minute," I told myself. "Are you doing somebody a favor bystaying in the office so long?" "Will this world be a better place ifyou do that?" "Do you have it in you to buy one meal for that milk-vendor'sfamily?"
YOU CAN'T!!! And that's the truth. You can't do anything except writingpieces of code, which you regard as full of life for reasons known bestto you.
I broke into tears thinking about my own plight. I hated the fact that Iexisted. Why was I going through this entire trauma? What was holding mehere? The money?. The passion to program?. The feeling that I would beisolated if I didn't work?. I don't know. I am still searching for theanswers.
Then, suddenly out of nowhere, images of my family came into my mind. Mydad, who had taken care of the family since I remember him. In fact,since I remember anything. My mom who would not have slept even a little bit,since I have not reached home. And my brother, who doesn't actually show it,but misses me when he doesn't see me. "I am not alone" I shouted. "I havethis beautiful world to live in, with beautiful people in it"
Friends, do go out sometimes. Share your life with the people you lovethe most. Share your life with the nature. Share it with the wind. Share itwith the sun. Share it with the rain. Things much much more important thanprogramming is happening out there. But it won't come for you, you haveto go out and find it.
-- Author : Unknown
Nice language
Nice is a new programming language. It extends the ideas behind object-orientation in order to better support modular programming and static type safety. It also incorporates features from functional programming, and puts into practice state-of-the-art results from academic research. This results in more expressivity, modularity and safety.
Nice na..
Nice na..
One more comparison
I read lot of net articles regarding the subject JAVA vs DOTNET...
I feel this one looks cool and bit true also ....(in my experience)
j2ee vs dotnet
Now a days its too boring to read these type of comparisons like
j2ee Vs .net
netbeans Vs eclipse
firefox Vs IE
Linux Vs Windows
But my vote goes to the Lefthand side areas only..:-)
I feel this one looks cool and bit true also ....(in my experience)
j2ee vs dotnet
Now a days its too boring to read these type of comparisons like
j2ee Vs .net
netbeans Vs eclipse
firefox Vs IE
Linux Vs Windows
But my vote goes to the Lefthand side areas only..:-)
IE Vs Gbrowser
Railroads and Java - History Repeats Itself
In all, nearly 100 wireless carriers across the globe, including four of the five largest wireless carriers in the United States, deploy mobile Java generating more than $1.4 billion in revenues last year.
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