Sun's Simon Phipps Answers ESR On Java 707
comforteagle writes "Sun's Chief Technology Officer Simon Phipps has answered Eric Raymond's open letter calling on Sun to open source Java." In the quoted response, Phipps says (condensed) "I'd say this is 100 per cent rant... His simplistic accusations don't hold water... If this is the way that Open Source treats its friends, I'd hate to see how it treats its enemies... It's pretty difficult to respond to this. He's so out of touch."
I love Simon (Score:3, Funny)
and the answer is.... (Score:5, Funny)
Re:foresight (Score:5, Funny)
What we need is... (Score:5, Funny)
He's so out of touch (Score:5, Funny)
Starting Java... (Score:5, Funny)
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"I'd say this is 100 per cent rant... His simplistic accusations don't hold water... If this is the way that Open Source treats its
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MOD PARENT IN SOME DIRECTION (Score:0, Funny)
GNU/RMS (Score:2, Funny)
He's so out of touch. (Score:3, Funny)
Sun on IBM (Score:5, Funny)
IBM is just wrapping itself in the flag, but it still behaves like an old-fashioned systems company. Sun is actually taking the risks
Of course, it all suddenly becomes clear! Sun are taking all the risks, by investing so much time and effort in Linux development. That's why SCO are suing them, rather than those Johnny-come-latelys at IBM.
Wait a moment....
Re:Already slashdotted.... (Score:2, Funny)
Dean G.
Re:foresight (Score:4, Funny)
Re:rings a bell. . . (Score:5, Funny)
I'd explain it to you, but there's no way an out of touch communist tree hugger such as yourself would understand.
Re:and the answer is.... (Score:2, Funny)
But that doesn't sound quite right, does it?
Uh huh. (Score:5, Funny)
I think he's right there. The high performance and ease of use of Sun's C Compiler did more to promote GCC than anything those GNU folks ever did. Their tireless efforts to provide an unusable toolkit and utilities throughout the lifecycle of SunOS and Solaris only proves their support for open source alternatives.
FUCK ESR! (Score:0, Funny)
ESR rubbed his tender belly. He knew he would have to visit the doctor soon; it could not wait any longer. He groaned as his abdomen throbbed. His knees buckled and he keeled over to vomit into the toilet. Once the nausea passed, he pulled down his sweat-pants to check his underwear for blood. Still none. Damn.
Dr. Zewicky entered the room smiling, "I have good news for you, Mr. SR,"
ESR smiled hopefully.
"You are three months pregnant!"
ESR broke down in tears. His mind swam in a sea of confusion. He held his head in his hands as he sobbed uncontrollably.
Dr. Zewicky put his hand on ESR's shoulder, "there, there... this is a joyous occassion!"
ESR looked up at the doctor, trying to regain his composure. He wiped the tears from his cheek, "but doctor, it's father is RMS!"
Dr. Zewicky's face grew heavy, "I see. As you know, it would be medical malpractice, neigh, crimes against humanity, if I failed to convince you to get an abortion."
ESR looked at the floor as the doctor pulled on his rubber gloves, "I'm going to have to ask you to stand up and bend over the table, Miss."
Natalie Portman sat in the waiting room at Dr. Zewicky's office. She wondered if the tests would finally show some lowering in her pheromone levels. Her eyes wandered nervously around the room. She saw something interesting hanging on the wall opposite her. She got up to examine the picture more closely.
Natalie giggled at the absurd image. A fat, pale, sweating man was bent over a table. His greasy hair was plastered to his head. A large, rubber-gloved hand was holding a grossly obese fetus. The umbilical chord was still attached and ran up into the bleeding rectum of the fat loser. The fetus wore a pan-flute on a chain around its neck.
Natalie giggled.
The air conditioner suddenly hummed into operation. Natalie felt the cool air blowing from a vent she was standing under. Every male in the room looked with widened eyes at the young actress as the pheromones wafted through the room.
Re:Double standard for Linus? (Score:3, Funny)
But personally, I see it as a good thing.
I agree! (Score:1, Funny)
Re:ESR is primiadonna (Score:2, Funny)
This book (i'm currenty reading) should be of interest to Geeks looking for sex.
Growing up With Lucy
How to Build an Android in 20 Easy Steps
By Steve Grand.
Just a thought
Re:appropriate (Score:5, Funny)
"Counted, counted, and you're time is up?"
The Aramaic words "Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin" may be translated literally as, "It has been counted and counted, weighed and divided."
But in an effort to reach out to modern readers, a newer and more accessible translation (which nevertheles retains for metrical reasons the Old English form "belongen") renders it as:
"Pwned, Pwnded, make your time, to us are belongen all your base."
Re:ESR is primiadonna (Score:1, Funny)
So he's useful as a bad-beer disposal service, then?
Re:What we need is... (Score:2, Funny)
Yes, that was the sound of the joke going right over most reader's heads.
Making your parenthetical point I suppose.
KFG
Re:Compare with Adobe's stewardship (Score:2, Funny)
> coding with the other open source java projects if he really wants to help.
Yeah, I don't get it. What is he for?
Re:ESR is primiadonna (Score:1, Funny)
Oh, please. That's like saying that I'm the President, CEO, and Founder of Anonymous Coward International. Anyone can found a club with 1 member.
Re:foresight (Score:2, Funny)
Java: Failure or Crime? (Score:2, Funny)
Many languages have failed honorably -- Eiffel, Dylan, Oberon, Icon, CLP(R), C+@, Oak, PL/1, Bliss, Algol-68, Pascal -- some more honorably, some less, but far too many to list, or indeed to count. Others struggle vainly along, confined forever to subsidized niches -- Erlang, Common LISP, REXX, Objective-C, Delphi, Ada. Only a handful of languages sustain a vigorous population of programmers using them, industrially, for their original purpose; we need not list them.
Java survived teething only by dint of billions of dollars of promotion. It was taken up most enthusiastically by hacks living in fear of losing their jobs to other hacks more experienced on Microsoft environments. Every promise made in its infancy has proved a lie. Designed and implemented in such frantic haste that a semblance of quality was the first criterion jettisoned, it could not but grow into such a monstrosity as we face today. Today its uses in applications where it was, supposedly, intended -- cellphones, browsers, rings -- amount to little more than nasty, brutish parodies.
It is no crime for a language to fail. What is a crime is for its failure to blight the careers of the myriad young, impressionable, and naive who fell for its blandishments. What is a crime is the forests felled, pulped, and printed upon, only to be discarded unread and obsolete. What is a crime is the thousands of good ideas, and the companies formed to build them, stabbed in the back by an inadequate implementation language. What is a crime is the gigawatt-hours of energy dissipated operating wasteful JVMs on huge servers performing jobs that a hamster could do (and does) on its bathroom break.
Java is far more than a failure, far more than an annoyance, far more than the laughingstock of many industries, far more even than the evil sire of C#. It is a bona fide crime against humanity. Capital punishment would be too good for it; that is to say, it does not deserve execution.
Only one fate can be ignominious enough to expiate Java's wrongs. Java must be consigned to use as an undergraduate teaching language.
Re:ESR is primiadonna (Score:3, Funny)
Does that qualify someone over there in the U.S.? Because here it is very much seen as a drink for accountants in their fifties.
Re:ESR is primiadonna (Score:1, Funny)
Eric paused, breathing heavily. He'd never done this before and he wanted to make sure all of his best qualities were included in this email.
Eric wondered if this woman he had found on match.com would be impressed with his talents. He decided to put more detail into the message.
ESR pondered for a moment, wringing out his soaked handkerchief, and continued with his typing.
Chewing on his tongue and squinting, Eric pushed his mind into overdrive and produced a beauty of a riddle on the spot:
Pleased with his linguistic talents, undoubtedly matched by no one, Eric then asked his potential love-conquest:
Eric exhaled slowly and rubbed his belly. It was growling and no doubt wanted its nightly bottle of Jgermeister. He decided to finish up the email in anticipation of the coming alcoholic stupor.
Eric wondered how to wrap up the email, something that would hook the lady on him and make her want more...
Re:Sun on IBM (Score:2, Funny)