It’s just data
Bill de hÓra: From the MC Escher school of standardization
It seems that there is a feeding frenzy over this tasty morsel which was tossed in the shark infested waters of the internet.
I'll not sure what I am about to say is either agreeing with or disagreeing with Sean McGrath on this subject, but here goes: Reality is Corrosive.
It's just data. We don't have any idea what data, but it's data. Or maybe code.
I've got to get back to my seven different forms that vary their charset in various ways posting to scripts that echo out everything they got, but I just wanted to ask whether it was reality that corroded away the "i" in "is" in the essay's HTML title element.
Posted by Phil Ringnalda atPhil, your timing is impeccable.
A few minutes before you fetched the page, the title was from some other essay entirely. Within seconds after you fetched the page (but well before you posted this comment), the title was corrected. But for a few, brief, seconds, the title was missing an "i".
As I said, impeccable.
Posted by Sam Ruby atYesterday's essay is fantastic. Thanks for posting it.
I believe "Host" was not used until we discussed it during HTTP-1.1 spec
development -- it wasn't undocumented in 1.0, but just not invented yet.
See [link].
Marc: Interesting! That email was in February of 1995, and makes reference to work towards a hypothetical HTTP 2.0.
HTTP 1.0 is dated May of 1996. HTTP 1.1 is dated June of 1999.
This does change things slightly, but it seems that the overall that section remains largely intact: the abstraction that DNS provides leaks, and implementation of HTTP/1.1 by default even today is incomplete enough that people still trip up on this.
Posted by Sam Ruby at"well before you posted this comment" - let's not be telling people just how long it takes me to read something. Next you'll be setting up a webcam to show them that my lips were moving while I was reading about SOAP-dsig.
Posted by Phil Ringnalda atSam, you mean you didn't tell Phil about the hidden webcam?
Posted by Shelley atSsshhh, Shelley. He's not supposed to know.
Posted by Asbjørn Ulsberg at