Re: EXIF tag handling in Java

From:
Lew <lewbloch@gmail.com>
Newsgroups:
comp.lang.java.programmer
Date:
Mon, 26 Mar 2012 13:29:00 -0700 (PDT)
Message-ID:
<17521988.199.1332793740252.JavaMail.geo-discussion-forums@pbvs10>
On Monday, March 26, 2012 12:52:10 PM UTC-7, Martin Gregorie wrote:

On Mon, 26 Mar 2012 11:56:10 -0700, Lew wrote:

Martin Gregorie wrote:

If the PHP menu generator is unacceptably slow when dealing with EXIF
tags, I'll use the aesthetically ugly trick of keeping the captions as
a separate CSV list (filename,caption) which will probably be faster
since at the start of the run it can be loaded into a Hashtable (Java)
or associative array (PHP) once and will stay in memory while the menu
builder is running.


I recommend against use of 'java.util.Hashtable' in favor of the modern
(since 1998) 'Map' implementations.


Noted. I only considered Hashtable because they are favoured by some of
the javax.imageio.* packages - scarecely surprising since most of these
packages seem to have been around since at least Java 1.4.


Very, very surprising since the modern collections classes were introduced in Java 1.2 and the javax.imageio package in Java 1.4.

You should check the Javadocs.

--
Lew

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