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Technology

P2P Services

The Don Box discussion about HTTP was a good read with valid points.

From a P2P, not a web services perspective, we need to guarantee certain capabilities in P2P services that we take for granted in more traditional client/server environments. This includes the following:

 

  • Transaction reliability — the old two-phase commit of database technology appears again, but this time in a more challenging guise.
  • Transaction auditing — a variation of the two-phase commit, except that auditing is, in some ways, more fo the business aspect of the technology.
  • Transaction security — we need to ensure that no one can snoop at the transaction contents, or otherwise violate the transaction playing field.
  • Transaction trust — not the same thing as security. Transaction trust means that we have to ensure that the P2P service we’re accessing is the correct one, the valid one, and that the service met some business trust criteria (outside of the technology realm with the latter).
  • Service or Peer discovery — still probably one of the more complicated issues about P2P. How do we find services? How do we find P2P circles? How do market our services?
  • Peer rediscovery — this is where the iron hits the cloud in all P2P applications I know of. You start a communication with another peer, but that peer goes offline. How do you take up the conversation again without the use of some centralized resource? Same could also be applied to services.
  • Bi-directional communication — This is Don’s reference to HTTP’s asymmetric nature. Peers share communication; otherwise you’re only talking about the traditional web services model.

The file transfer nature of Napster or Freenet, and the IM nature of Jabber don’t necessarily consume all of these aspects of P2P applications, so haven’t necessarily pushed the P2P bubble to the max. However, when we start talking about P2P services — a variation of web services one could say — then we know we’re going to be stretching both our technology capabilities, and our trust of the same.

Fun!

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Weblogging

Technology updates

Blogicon’s new home will be blogicon.blogrolling.com, and the new caretaker is Jason DeFillippo.

Note that the move is still in process – check later today or tomorrow to see if it’s complete. When the move is finished, I’ll redirect Blogicon requests to the new home, but you’ll want to change your links.

Also, I have updated my LINK tag to meet the newest change. Note to aggregation folks – can you change your beasties to poll less frequently? I post throughout the day, but not every five minutes.

Constant hits by XML aggregators, tired am I to quote Yoda.

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Weblogging

Erotica

Chris Locke posted a powerful piece of erotica to his weblog on Sunday. As a fair warning: if explicit sexuality offends you, don’t click the link.

It’s interesting, but weblog links to the Daniel Pearl decapitation video dotted Daypop 40 when it first appeared, RSS absolutely dominated Daypop and Blogdex this weekend, but post a note containing sex and the silence is deafening.

Prudes.

(UpdateChris’ permalinks are all screwed up. Pun not intended.)

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Just Shelley Travel

See you in St. Louis

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to pack I go.
No time for sleep
I’ve a schedule to keep
And movers to hold if I’m slow.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to photo I go.
No time for sleep
I’ve a schedule to keep
And pictures to capture the flow.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to write I go.
No time for sleep
I’ve a schedule to keep
And books to show what I know.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to drive I go.
No time for sleep
I’ve a schedule to keep
And places to see before snow.

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off the weblog I go.
No time for sleep
I’ve a schedule to keep
And I’m outta here, gotta blow.

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Religion

Belief

My whole life has been, in some ways, a journey into understanding belief, particularly as it is defined within religion. Perhaps in spite of how it is defined in religion.

When I was young I lived in a small town and in my earliest years attended a small church of the Pentecostal faith — tent meetings, laying on hands, speaking in tongues, the whole thing. However, my mother felt I should explore other religions so I attended Lutheran and Methodist and Catholic churches with my friends, particularly liking the latter because I could wear cool hats and scarves (forgive me, I was young). However, until I moved away from the small town, I stayed with the “bible thumpers”.

(And the members of this church were exemplary examples of their faith — once I left twin kittens with one member to care for while I was away. She left them outdoors during a cold snap and they froze to death. When, at the tender age of 12, I displayed grief and anger at their loss, she stated that after all, “…they were only cats.” And when the minister of the church who basically built the church with his own hands admitted to making a mistake and having an affair and asked for forgiveness, his flock had him disbarred from his church and literally drove him out of town.)

When I moved to Seattle, my quest for “belief” in the nature of religion continued, except I started to follow more esoteric paths.

I tried out Yogi, primarily because I was such a Beatle’s fan. I stayed in Salt Lake City for a few months and learned about the Mormon faith. I also sat quietly by the side of a close friend as she rediscovered her Jewish roots, and watched, enviously, as she gained such inner strength from her newly refound faith. How incredibly ironic that she fell in love and had a child with an Iranian. Perhaps he and she found a common thread in their mutual beliefs. Or perhaps they just fell in love.

I tried out the gentle beliefs of the Wicca as well as the way of Peyote with Carlos Castanada.

My most interesting path followed was my tenure in the infamous Children of God, known today as the Family.

It’s difficult to have freedom of belief when your every move is watched, your every utterance listened to, and carefully corrected. A senior member would be with me always, including when I went to the bathroom. I was literally never alone.

Once I wrote a question about what I was hearing in my lessons in my Bible, only to have the head of this particular group sit beside me, open my bible, and proceed to tell me that the Devil always seeks to make us question our faith. Considering that I was in my teens, impressionable, and at the time in love with this particular person, I was profoundly impacted. My belief was firmly molded.

The only thing that saved me from the cult was one day when I was called into the main office to take a phone call. I looked around the room as I was speaking (with my father, who was not happy with my decision), and saw the loot “donated” by the members of the flock, piled so high it reached the ceiling at one point.

Didn’t Jesus throw the moneychangers from the Temple?

Once a crack appears in a belief, unless the belief is founded on solid ground, it crumbles quickly.

Do I believe there is a God? There is a soul? That we are on earth for a purpose?

I believe in all religions, and I believe in none of them. I believe we have a soul, and I also believe that what we are is what we have today and nothing else exists. I believe in all of these things, contrarian as they are, because I have the ability to believe and the freedom within me to practice my belief as I prefer…

…in the privacy of my own mind, body, and whatever I hold to be “spirit”.