Re: piece of $#!t eclipse can't find the main class
"Brandon McCombs" <email@example.com> wrote in message
At one point tonight Eclipse was working fine. After specifying a separate
output folder for class files (and losing all the files in that folder w/o
Eclipse giving me a chance to do anything with them; I hope i never meet
any of the eclipse developers because they may not live long if I do) I
can't get eclipse to build my application now. I always get the lovely
Exception in thread "main"
I don't know why this is happening since that is the class that is found
when I tell eclipse to search for a main class (right click on
LDAPMgr.java, goto Run As, then Run to get Run dialog. I've specified the
following in the MANIFEST.MF file which is part of my project:
Class-Path: lib/ldap.jar lib/ldapjdk.jar
I don't know where else I have to tell it the path to the main class other
than where I already have.
Any ideas on how I can teach eclipse to work again?
Did you try cleaning and rebuilding the project? Quitting and restarting
Eclipse? Is your code in CVS or other source code repository?
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