Re: Thread question
On 11/30/2011 4:31 AM, Roedy Green wrote:
The application is I have a list of 1200 books and a list of 21 online
bookstores. I want to find out which bookstores carry the book. I
have code now that given a book and bookstore will find out if it
carries it and records the result. It probes the appropriate page and
scans for clues, positive and negative.
The process is very slow because it mostly spends its time waiting for
the bookstore to respond. I figured I could fairly easily make one
book-x-store probe into a Runnable. Happily there is only very simple
interactions between Runnables.
You could imagine setting all the Runnables loose at once.
I need two features:
1. some sort of throttle on releasing them that I don't swamp the JVM.
Use a java.util.concurrent.ExecutorService. There's a large
number of ways to configure them, but I'd suggest starting out
simple, with a fixed-size thread pool plucking tasks from a queue.
2. some way of knowing when the last one completed.
A simple counter will do it. Note that you'll likely want to
be able to proceed without waiting for every last probe to complete:
If you've got twenty answers but qcvfl.com[*] appears hung, it may be
best to abandon the lallygagger and proceed with what you've got. So,
consider having a time-out as an alternative "completion" signal.
[*]"Quaint and Curious Volumes of Forgotten Lore."
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Eric Sosman
esosman@ieee-dot-org.invalid
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