Forget Big Data hype, says Gartner as it cans its hype cycle Analyst outfit Gartner has decided that Big Data hype is so last year and canned its hype cycle for Big Data. In new research titled “The Demise of Big Data, Its Lessons and the State of Things to Come” the firm says “we did it to move the big data discussion past hype and into practice” and also because “Hype Cycles consider …
it is quite amusing that Gartner are going to hype "in memory computing"; ok so memory footprints have got a lot bigger over the years which allows for holding more data in memory, but computations have always taken place in machine registers that access memory rather than slow disks.
Ultimately, if you want to preserve data it has to be stored on non volatile storage and that continues to be the throttle. Sure, solid state helps... But it's a kind of injustice (but inevitable given computing's cycle of fads) to suggest that it's a new trend.
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