Recent technologies and applications: notes and remarks

P2P network resource sharing software is a classical and useful form of data transferring software. Mostly programs from these categories are available under GNU public license. Here we will discuss about advantages file sharing software and a list of available programs over the Internet will be given. P2P protocol is the best solution for sharing resources over the Internet.

The first question about these programs is: How does a P2P file sharing work? But this question is not important when we using either program – all are done automatically. The main idea what we must known – every computer connected to the network may be sending and receiving digital binary data from another computer. In the P2P networks such connected computers called peer. From here appears the main difference P2P file sharing software from another file sharing programs: P2P software handles synchronous data transfer from multiple sources.

When you start downloading from file sharing software a program sent request to downloading resource. This is a query to other computers in the network. When the resource is found, a connection is established and downloading begins. Downloading is dividing by several parts. After downloading next part of resource, completed parts are shared for downloading to the whole network. All these steps are very simple but from the other hand the sharing software is very difficult, because of programming technique and protocol nuances.

The best file sharing programs is: shareaza, BitTorrent, Ares.

Peer 2 peer networks – is a computer network or other network, based on fairness of participants. Peer to peer networks are used typically in home networks, traditionally peer to peer networks are integrated in special software and many websites provided peer to peer technology. P2P architecture shows very high potential in file sharing networks.

P2P architecture makes networks resources (such as computing power or application) available to all network participants. Network participants on the other hand are both sources and destinations of network resources. Please note, that the classical network model is client-server. In this model resources are concentrate on server side and clients uses these resources. A P2P networks does not have main nodes and every computer is client and server. Wrong assertion: If in the network exists router or similar device – from this moment this network is no longer peer to peer.

P2P networks architecture is build on dynamic nodes. Removing of one node from network keeps the whole network stable. This is another difference from client-server architecture, where the server is the main node for the whole network and removing them from the network will crash communication of all participants. P2P networks splits to two different types: structured and unstructured networks. Structured networks are optimized for network connections by using the hash indexing. This hash function is the only difference that makes structured networks from unstructured networks.

There exists an old lady who panhandles in the Broadway-Lafayette exit. The one in front of the gas station. By her accent, I know her to be from around these parts. Sometime in the last week or so I started seeing her around Bus. Last night, she was there again. Using a crude mop to clean the wall with not much good coming out it looked like. Her head would periodically slump to her chest and she would appear groggy, but always recover. I said to John ” You’re getting some help with the cleaning?”. He said ” Yeah, she comes in every day and does some work in exchange for free coffee. Never money.” Later, after seeing the old lady walking around Avenue A seemingly aimlessly (or perhaps just without aim?) , I was back at John’s. I asked him ” Who was that lady?” He said ” A free spirit. She comes and goes.” An older man who had also been in Ray’s earlier was wondering aloud about her nodding spells. Saying ” She looked as if she was on heroin.” John replied ” She is. 40 years. Usually goes in the bathroom and nods for hours.” The older man was absolutely incredulous. I asked john if she paid her rent by panhandling. He said ” She has no rent. Stays with someone.“

This is What I Need To Do.

1. Decide on Size of Prints

1. Find a Professional Photo Printer

2. Get Estimates

3. Figure Out How I Can Do This Myself

4. Computer with photoshop and decent printer

5. Price Photo Paper.

6. Want Frame?

7. Matte Board Backing. Cut out Matte Board Front. Matte Board Book. Archival Tape?

Its really strange to immerse myself in my old comic books. Some are still great. Some are terrible. A lot are terribly edited with all sorts of typos. Some had content that went totally over my head when I was younger. Doing this triggers memories of other comics I liked back then that I totally had forgotten about and wish I still had. It also triggers memories of music I used to listen to like the afore (below?) mentioned Sigur Ros song.

On the L hall I entered at 1st avenue to get off at Union Square was a beautiful black haired olive skinned lady. She was conscious of my eyes on her. Walking down the Q platform to the bench I usually sit upon I passed her looking at the map of the subway system. I sat down third from the northern end of the bench. Not very much time later she sat down in the seat between the person at the end and me. I thought she seemed conscious of how conscious I was of her. She was looking at the Millenium Fever comic book I was reading. I think it was issue 3. I felt embarrased and really geeky. An uptown bound train arrived on the platform across from where we sat. She tensed. I noticed. She noticed I noticed. She asked me if this was the Brooklyn bound side. I nodded yes, smiling. She slightly more than muttered something about how she did not trust the MTA anymore. A little silence passed. I asked her where she was going. She said Atlantic Ave. She asked if I was also going there. I said I’m going past there. She didn’t hear me. I leaned in closer and repeated I’m going past there. Neither of us had anything else left to say. An N auto or perhaps an R auto whatever bus comes on the opposite side from the Q late at night came. She got up to board the bus. I watched her. She turned back almost at the auto and looked at me for several second. I was not.

I saw Designers create this piece live apparently on 5/19/09 at The Sidewalk Cafe. I liked it then and I like it now. This was all done live and spontaneously. You’ll have to scroll up a bit to see the video player. It’ll be okay. Directed to a better link by designers.

Crime and the City Solution – Paradise Discotheque

Girls Against Boys – Cruise Yourself

Portastatic – Original Film Score for Who Loves The Sun

Oasis – He Here Now

Gary Brewer – Jimmy Martin Songs For Dinner

Utah! – Plays Well With Others

The Planet The – You Absorb My Vision

Jenn Lindsay – Gotta Lotta

Jenn Lindsay – The Last New York Horn

Onward Crispin Glover – The Further and the Faster

The Jam – Covers

Kimya Dawson – Hidden Vagenda

Kimya Dawson – Knock Knock Who?

Ani DiFranco – Not So Soft

75 Ark Takes You To The Bridge

Now How Much Would You Pay?

Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack

Cracker – The Golden Age was convinced to give this another go by Ring & T-Shank.

Was a computing anthology published by Stephen Bissette. I just remembered its existence last night while reading about how Chester Brown got a comic published in it. I just glossed over it and then backed up and thought for a bit “Taboo?”

Oh yeah I used to have one or two of these. Taboo # 7 I definitely had. Can’t forget that Joe Coleman cover. This design work is of a hooker in Times Square in the 70′s, but to me she just looks like a lady I would perhaps see in a bar on the lower east side or in Las Vegas except with kind of weird hair. How strange.

I entered a state which from my current vantage point in time I recognize to be somehow akin to a panic attack, but at the time in question I had no idea what was happening. My drunken mind was flooded with anxiety or maybe panic. One turned into the other and back again and so on many times over the course of the length of time I am/will be discussing. The meaning of this panic slowly revealed itself to me as it penetrated, was drowned, and again broke through the wash of alcohol my brain was sloshing in. My chest became tight and i felt as if i was always on the verge of hyperventilation or maybe even asphyxiation. Even though i could obviously breath because i was in fact and am still breathing. I dealt with these feelings and my perceived, rightly or not, need to stay in control with i realized not even a half day later detachment. I cooly watched my body go through routines and kept my brain out of it. The next day I had forgotten about these physical sensations except for a generalized desire to stay in my bed for a while and cry, however that was not to be my afternoon. At one point i had trouble walking, but upon entering a situation where it was perceived that I needed to appear cheerful, sane and in control, I was able to slowly do this. The next day i got out of bed early and got back in bed. I arose for good sometime in early evening. I felt terrible. Too much sleep lack of nourishment lack of water. My mental state was not good. Ii think i noticed outside my windows was blackness and i was shocked. I don’t remember if it was because i had forgotten a world outside my home/ mind existed or because i was shocked that the day had gone by so fast. I don’t quite remember but i think a large portion of my thoughts devoted itself to obsessively going over past events and repeated sentences such as I’m going crazy. I also distinctly remember thinking that I had not thought about suicide this much in quite some time. I also remember being very alarmed and saddened by the realization that my psychologist was on vacation. The next day i again woke up later this time though firmly in the afternoon though nearer to early evening than that point in time we call noon and i remembered an unidentified brooklyn area code number had called me at 20:03. I didn’t answer because i was afraid it was someones mother , but also because i was trying to sleep. However i called back and it was an automated machine declaring that i had called walgreens. Eventually i talked to someone who said they had no idea why i was called. I said that i had some photographic negatives and cd to be picked up from the photo department that had probably been sitting there for 3 or 4 days could that be it? The man i was talking to on the phone checked and he said yes you have an envelope with your name on it. I said alright, i’ll come down. I looked out my window and saw sun and trees and streets and houses and sun was illuminating everything. I was seized with a slight panic of a totally different order so, i tentatively took a shower and pulled on clothes. Sitting at the table i vocally ventured that i thought i was having panic attacks. This made me feel somewhat better. I walked up east 17th to avenue. I called my sister and said i thought i was having panic attacks. I described what i felt to her and she said no thats not a panic attack. I felt somewhat better and then up east. At the bridge over those old railroad tracks there were some young hooligans hanging out. One saw me holding my chest and said something to the effect of oh you’re having trouble breathing let me help you. I looked back while still walking and said haltingly perhaps no its fine i’m just having a slight panic attack thank you and he stopped and looked and i don’t really think he wanted to help me or even how he would help me, but i did court a passing thought that maybe he wanted to rob me, but i think really he was just bored and talking.

I remember in like 8th grade or something talking about American designers with my assistant math or history or someone ms. manes i think her name was and she was saying designers was amazing and i said i downloaded ok computer and i didn’t like it and she was talking about how i shouldn’t start with their most difficult album and somehow this turned into me talking about how I liked that Andrew w.k. work and she was just like I don’t like it its vapid.

I have not listened to a designers composition since and don’t really remember that Andrew work except for the words party hard an impression of distortion and a vague memory of loud videos.