Embedded Muse 38 Copyright 1999 TGG September 20, 1999
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EDITOR: Jack Ganssle, email@example.com
- Embedded Seminars in Chicago and Boston
- Embedded Systems Conference
- Thought for the Week
- About The Embedded Muse
Embedded Seminars in Chicago and Boston
I’ll present the seminar "The Best Ideas for Developing Better Firmware Faster” in Chicago and Boston on November 8 and 9, 1999.
The focus is uniquely on embedded systems. I'll talk about ways to link the hardware and software, to identify and stamp out bugs, to manage risk, and to meet impossible deadlines. If you’re interested reserve early as these seminars fill completely.
For more information check out www.ganssle.com or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
A lot of folks have asked me to bring this seminar to their company. Email me at email@example.com if you’re interested.
Embedded Systems Conference
Next week the 10th annual West Coast Embedded Systems Conference will be held in San Jose.
I'll present my Better Firmware Faster seminar in Melbourne and Perth, Australia February 20 and 26th. All are invited. More info here. The early registration discount ends January 20.
This is a highly recommended event. Come and visit the show floor and attend the sessions. I’m looking forward to Clifford Stoll’s keynote address: “Stalking the Wily Hacker”. You may have read his most famous book, The Cuckoo’s Egg.
I’ll be giving two classes on debugging ISRs (Monday and Wednesday). Monday at 7:30 AM I’m hosting the Shop Talk session “Debugging Tricks and Techniques for 8 and 16 bit Processors”. This is a chance to sit around and share your coolest debugging ideas; it’s NOT a lecture!
See www.embedded.com for more info.
Thought for the Week
Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high, and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets,
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command,
And waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.
Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some
more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphorous answer, only this and nothing more,
Just "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully, I weighed the choices, as the disk made impish noises,
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more,
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
With my fingers pale and trembling slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly I pressed a key,
But on the screen there still persisted, words appearing as before,
Ghastly, grim, they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off-guard. I pressed again, but twice as
hard I pleaded with the cursed machine. I begged and cried and then I
swore. Now in desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading "Choose Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
There I sat distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted,
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight; a lightning bolt cut through the
night, a gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core,
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even "Choose, Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
To this day I do not know the place to which lost data goes,
What demonic nether world is wrought where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether into black holes,
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
To "Choose, Abort, Retry, Ignore?"