Down By The Jetty
Irmgard Verzi
I am using -handler.html as a guide to try to shut down my jetty server, but I'm getting java.net.SocketException: Unexpected end of file from server when connection.getResponseCode(); is called and I don't know why. I'm using an xml configured server, so the way that the ShutdownHandler is added to the Handler chain is a little different, but it should be fine. I know that the ShutdownHandler is properly wired up to the handler chain because I used dumpAfterStartup to check if it was started.
The thing that I am most unsure of is the line: URL url = new URL(" :" + port + "/shutdown?token=" + shutdownCookie);. I don't know what I'm supposed to put in the shutdownCookie field; the password specified in the ShutdownHandler, or the STOP key, or what. I've tried both the password and the STOP key with no luck. I'm using POST as my request method, but I tried PUT as well and it does not work either.
All works well, service comes up but after the command terminates and the connection closes down, the Jetty service goes down, too. If I log into ssh and do the "service" command manually, all works fine.
Oregon is a world-class destination for recreational activities like mountaineering, climbing, and kayaking. It is also a surprisingly good place to dive with a number of active dive shops calling this state home.
Of the many beautiful dive sites in Oregon, perhaps the most popular is the Florence North Jetty. In 2003 this site was designated an official dive park and the old fish ladder that jutted into the Siuslaw River was converted into a user-friendly entrance.
It is very important to dive this site at the slack tide as there can be a fair bit of current. Swim into the current on your way out, and ride the current back to the entrance on your way back. If you dive the site enough times you will become familiar with some key markers that help you figure out where you are.
If you arrive at this site before the high tide and have two vehicles available, you can always ride the tide in from the Coast Guard tower which is located a little further up the jetty. Entering at the Coast Guard tower is not for the faint of heart and is a bit of a rock scramble. Be careful if you do this, and make sure you kick away from the rocks as soon as you have entered.
I'm a PADI Master Scuba Diver Trainer, a lover of marine life and all efforts related to keeping it alive and well, a tech diver and an underwater photographer and content creator. I write articles related to diving, travel, and living kindly and spend my non-diving time working for a scuba diving magazine, reading, and well learning whatever I can.
These are some of the very last cats collected from the Gold Beach jetty this spring. All were spayed, neutered, vaccinated and dewormed. Some went to homes, others to stores or barns, and some were taken to an animal sanctuary in Florence.
Kristian started as a cub reporter in 1988, working for newspapers in London, England. In 1991 he moved to Oregon and started freelancing. His work has appeared in The Oregonian, the BBC, NPR, the Statesman Journal, Willamette Week, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation and Voice of America.
The Jetty Puffer performed well outdoors during testing. It is heavier than most synthetic or down-insulated jackets, but also surprisingly warm for a naturally based material. It has plenty of pocket storage and packs into one of its own pockets, creating a little pillow.
When I tested the jacket on a sunny but cold hike just outside of Rocky Mountain National Park, I overheated pretty quickly in it. While hiking uphill in 40-degree temperatures, the insulation was great in the shade. But it became too much once I was in the sunshine.
However, it did not stand up to the wind. A cold breeze would cut right through this jacket. Despite its oyster makeup, the Puffer is certainly no shell. In rain or wind, it would work best as a midlayer under something more weather-resistant.
Compared to the Mountain Hardwear StretchDown Light Pullover, another favorite of mine this time of year, it is comparable in the warmth department. The Strechdown is a pullover with a 20-denier durable stretch Doubleweave. It is more matted in appearance and much more form-fitting compared to the Jetty Puffer. By contrast, this is a full-zip jacket that hangs looser and baggier on me.
David Young is a contributing writer for Gear Junkie.
David has been writing about skiing, fly fishing, and outdoor gear for 10+ years. David has also worked at an outdoor PR agency and daily newspapers across Colorado. Based in Fort Collins, Colorado, David loves exploring the Rocky Mountains on skis, mountain bikes, or with a fly rod in hand. He is a Colorado native and when not in the backcountry, David is at the keyboard writing and listening to vinyl records or sitting by a fire with a glass of whiskey in hand.
Recently we noticed an issue while using Openfire 4.6.0 Version.
Openfire server is up and when I tried to load a JSP hosted on the server all are loading perfectly. After a couple of days when I hit the same URL to load JSP it gave this exception.
Looking at the causeed by down at the bottom I see
Red is the most joyful and dreadful thing in the physical universe, it is the fiercest note, it is the highest light, it is the place where the walls of this world of ours wear the thinnest and something beyond burns through.
Driving west on Highway 83 late in the afternoon, we passed through Corinne, then went on to Promontory. Just beyond the Golden Spike Monument, which commemorates the meeting of the rails of the first transcontinental railroad, we went down a dirt road in a wide valley. As we traveled, the valley spread into an uncanny immensity unlike the other landscapes we had seen. The roads on the map became a net of dashes, while in the far distance the Salt Lake existed as an interrupted silver band. Hills took on the appearance of melting solids, and glowed under amber light. We followed roads that glided away into dead ends. Sandy slopes turned into viscous masses of perception. Slowly, we drew near to the lake, which resembled an impassive faint violet sheet held captive in a stoney matrix, upon which the sun poured down its crushing light. An expanse of salt flats bordered the lake, and caught in its sediments were countless bits of wreckage. Old piers were left high and dry. The mere sight of the trapped fragments of junk and waste transported one into a world of modern prehistory. The products of a Devonian industry, the remains of a Silurian technology, all the machines of the Upper Carboniferous Period were lost in those expansive deposits of sand and mud.
About one mile north of the oil seeps I selected my site. Irregular beds of limestone dip gently eastward, massive deposits of black basalt are broken over the peninsula, giving the region a shattered appearance. It is one of the few places on the lake where the water comes right up to the mainland. Under shallow pinkish water is a network of mud cracks supporting the jig-saw puzzle that composes the salt flats. As I looked at the site, it reverberated out of the horizons only to suggest an immobile cyclone while flickering light made the entire landscape appear to quake. A dormant earthquake spread into the fluttering stillness, into a spinning sensation without movement. This site was a rotary that enclosed itself in an immense roundness. From that gyrating space emerged the possibility of the Spiral Jetty. No ideas, no concepts, no systems, no structures, no abstractions could hold themselves together in the actuality of that evidence. My dialectics of site and nonsite whirled into an indeterminate state, where solid and liquid lost themselves in each other. It was as if the mainland oscillated with waves and pulsations, and the lake remained rock still. The shore of the lake became the edge of the sun, a boiling curve, an explosion rising into a fiery prominence. Matter collapsing into the lake mirrored in the shape of a spiral. No sense wondering about classifications and categories, there were none.
After securing a twenty year lease on the meandering zone,4 and finding a contractor in Ogden, I began building the jetty in April, 1970. Bob Phillips, the foreman, sent two dump trucks, a tractor, and a large front loader out to the site. The tail of the spiral began as a diagonal line of stakes that extended into the meandering zone. A string was then extended from a central stake in order to get the coils of the spiral. From the end of the diagonal to the center of the spiral, three curves coiled to the left. Basalt and earth were scooped up from the beach at the beginning of the jetty by the front loader, then deposited in the trucks, where upon the trucks backed up to the outline of stakes and dumped the material. On the edge of the water, at the beginning of the tail, the wheels of the trucks sank into a quagmire of sticky gumbo mud. A whole afternoon was spent filling in this spot. Once the trucks passed that problem, there was always the chance that the salt crust resting on the mud flats would break through. The Spiral Jetty was staked out in such a way as to avoid the soft muds that broke up through the salt crust; nevertheless there were some mud fissures that could not be avoided. One could only hope that tension would hold the entire jetty together, and it did. A cameraman was sent by the Ace Gallery in Los Angeles to film the process.
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