Last year I turned up at the Moscone Center, registered, headed down the escalator, saw brightly colored bean bags and a big screen with images of Gosling and advertisements for Java. I went to the first general session and watched as they spoke of Java on mobile phones and the open sourcing of the JVM.
This year I turned up at the Moscone Center, registered, headed down the escalator, saw the brightly colored bean bags and a big screen with images of Gosling and advertisements for Java. I went to the first general session and watched as they spoke of Java on mobile phones and the open sourcing of the JVM.
I started to panic. Had I just broken the space time continuum and gone back in time. Would I bump into myself and melt away like the guy in Time Cop. I started to sweat as I walked around the conference looking for signs that I was wrong and all would be OK.
Finally I found something that set my mind at rest. The back packs weren't orange - THEY WERE GREY!!!
I was now safe in the knowledge that I hadn't ripped the fabric of space time. But wait. I'd just paid, well my company had just paid, over 1500 bucks for this. Surely there would be something different apart from the color of my back pack. Then I found it! The end of the EJB specification had become .1.
Was that it, .1 for $1500. Well no, the stands in the pavilion had moved around. Now I knew my money was well spent.
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