Rupert Goodwins' Weekend Diary
Oy! This cannot go on. A notable Unix workstation company (servers too) sends me a press release telling me how much it'd like to see me and my pals at the launch of some new products.
Starting in 1996, before 'blog' was even a word, Rupert Goodwins has been writing dyspeptic, dramatic, disbelieving or delighted descriptions of daily life in IT journalism. Rupert's Diary is that collection, and will be updated until there are no more silly or splendid things happening in the world of digital technology - or the Rapture, whichever happens first. The smart money's on the Rapture.
Rupert started off as a nerdy lad expecting to be an electronics engineer, but having tried it for a while discovered that journalism was more fun. He ended up on PC Magazine in the early '90s, before that evolved into ZDNet UK - and Rupert evolved with them into an online journalist.
Oy! This cannot go on. A notable Unix workstation company (servers too) sends me a press release telling me how much it'd like to see me and my pals at the launch of some new products.
Dream that Bill Gates is planning to send over 800 satellites into space and set up Internet Of The Air, thus bypassing all the telephone companies. Dream that he claims it'll handle up to 1Mbit/sec and cost about the same as cellphones.
Hurrah! In a breakthrough for mankind rarely equalled, London Transport has got on the Web.
Research state of play with ADSL, the Asymmetric Digital Subscriber Link. This is the 6Mbps one way/640kbps the other, data transfer system that works over tens of kilometres of phone line.
MSN comes in to say hello. We struggle manfully to get our guests a telephone line, and then nod wisely as the Great New Plan is unveiled.
To the Cumberland Hotel, where a floor has been set aside for a xDSL conference.
Much giggling in the office at the news that NT 4.0 Workstation and NT 4.
One of the delights of being a computer journalist is that people assume you know the answer to everything silicon. At one extreme, this leads to the I'm Off Duty syndrome: for example, the barman at the Bunch of Grapes overheard a conversation I was having one evening, and subsequently brought along a sheaf of listings to demonstrate a problem he was having with his LaserJet and Word for Windows.
Bank Holiday. Time for all sensible types to loll around in the hot sun, sipping cold beer...