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Follow-up
Tech & Work World
Pretty boring day in tech-land for me, not much news.
Teradici's workstation virtualization fun
For those who are into the whole "virtual desktop" thing, I'm finishing up a report on Teradici. Brian Madden, the king of covering this space, has a write-up.
Here's the 451 take I have on it:
As the needs for end-user computing devices continue to fragment, Teradici is wise to expand its portfolio and look down-market. Alternative client profiles like mobile and Chromebooks may erode a the broad appeal of virtual desktops, but we feel there will be a constant need for virtual desktops in the engineering and security paranoid fields that like the controlled access. Adding the ability to connect to workstations as a service in the public cloud should be appealing when enabled later this year as well, especially for smaller businesses that may want to shift large up-front capital costs to ongoing operating expenses, renting monthly instead of buying up-front.
I'll put a link in follow-up once it's out.
What's going on Nextdoor?
According to this story, Nextdoor is used in 25% of US neighborhoods. That's a swag, but still interesting. In observing my wife's Internet usage, I'd say this is what she spends her time on, in order:
- Facebook
- Email
- Babycenter
- Nextdoor
- Misc. other stuff
It's gotten to the point where Kim is more "on-top" of the Internet that I am. She lectures me on how to use Facebook! I've self-exiled myself into the tech world ghetto and long forgotten colonies like podcasts and flickr.
Anyhow: this Internet thing might just work out.
Fun & IRL
"Weird fiction"
Having finished The City and The City, I started a new China Miéville book I had on hand, Perdido Street Station. It's sort of like a Shadowrun in steampunk-era book. Or, kinds of like if that one page of explicit weirdness in each Lovecraft story (you know, that one page were someone finally glimpses a tail poking out from under someone's pants, or a little rat with a human-face dances on your face) was a longer book. Anyhow, this new Miéville book is pretty nice so far.
Just in: steak is still delicious