Report: Napping Out Of Context

I finally managed to locate my shrink-wrapped spindle of DVD+R discs that wandered away a couple of weeks ago. The escapee was found to be napping in a desk drawer entirely out of context. I would never have thought to look in that particular drawer of antiquated account statements and ancient product manuals covering items that were disposed of years ago. The ~225 GB of data storage capacity of the stack of discs is already half gone, and I can hear my server’s hard drives breathing a little easier already. They don’t enjoy running with less than 1% free space, and I don’t enjoy waiting around for them to quit complaining and fork over the requested data.

I never thought that Microsoft would be the first to cave in and offer cross-service support for instant messaging. The rank and file won’t benefit, but corporate customers using Live Communications Server stand to gain the interoperability with other service types in the 2005 release. Both AOL and Yahoo! have agreed to the arrangement, which follows closely on the heels of AOL ditching their corporate IM aspirations. I doubt this is a coincidence.

Business use of IM technologies is a contentious subject. Live Communications Server is a cool toy, and definitely useful from an enterprise perspective, but proper control of communications with outside parties (e.g. Mary’s best friend working at a competitor), without stifling personal communication freedoms continues to be a tricky task. With the ties to AOL and Yahoo! now in the mix, the personal versus company may really start to heat up. The tools will be there, but do you really want to open that can of worms? Better you than me.

Yours digitally, Furo

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Our resident "Bob" (pictured here through the lens of photographer Jason DeFillippo) is in love with a woman who talks to animals. He has a fondness for belting out songs about seafaring and whiskey (arguably inappropriate in most social situations). He's arm-wrestled robots and won. He was born in a lighthouse on the storm-tossed shores of an island that has since been washed away and forgotten, so he's technically a citizen of nowhere. He's never killed in anger. He once underwent therapy for having an alien in his face, but he assures us that he's now feeling "much better." Fogarty also claims that he was once marooned along a tiny archipelago and survived for months using only his wits and a machete, but we find that a little hard to believe.