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Intel Unveils Next Gen Itanium Processor 169

MojoKid writes "This week, at ISSCC Intel unveiled its next-generation Itanium processor, codenamed Poulson. This new design is easily the most significant update to Itanium Intel has ever built and could upset the current balance of power at the highest-end of the server / mainframe market. It may also be the Itanium that fully redeems the brand name and sheds the last vestiges of negativity that have dogged the chip since it launched ten years ago. Poulson incorporates a number of advances in its record-breaking 3.1 Billion transistors. It's socket-compatible with the older Tukwila processors and offers up to eight cores and 54MB of on-die memory."
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Intel Unveils Next Gen Itanium Processor

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  • by GoNINzo ( 32266 ) < minus city> on Thursday February 24, 2011 @11:55AM (#35300608) Journal
    Guess the guys at Intel have been watching Fight Club a little too much.
  • by fuzzyfuzzyfungus ( 1223518 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @11:59AM (#35300676) Journal
    Is it more resistant to icebergs than the previous itanics?
  • by gstoddart ( 321705 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @12:10PM (#35300830) Homepage

    Is it more resistant to icebergs than the previous itanics?

    This one melts right through them.

  • by pezpunk ( 205653 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @12:38PM (#35301218) Homepage

    ITANIC processor
    RAMBUS memory
    Voodoo5 video card
    i can't think of a hard drive crappy enough ... maybe you could have the OS installed on an external drive connected via USB1.0.

    obviously the OS would be WindowsME.

  • by mevets ( 322601 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @12:43PM (#35301284)

    | I work with the world's foremost experts on optimizing for Itanium 2....

    So when your whole team orders lunch, do you get a medium pizza or a large?

  • by Nikker ( 749551 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @12:51PM (#35301378)
    You might be under estimating the size of our employee.
  • by Un pobre guey ( 593801 ) on Thursday February 24, 2011 @05:35PM (#35305706) Homepage
    Diving beneath the settling chip fab, the Itanium ran quivering along its keel; but turning under water, swiftly shot to the surface again, far off the other bow, but within a few yards of HP's boat, where, for a time, it lay quiescent.

    "I turn my body from the sun. What ho, Tashtego! let me hear thy hammer. Oh! ye three unsurrendered spires of mine; thou uncracked keel; and only god-bullied hull; thou firm deck, and haughty helm, and Pole-pointed prow,- death- glorious chip fab! must ye then perish, and without me? Am I cut off from the last fond pride of meanest CPU Product Managers? Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering Itanium; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned Itanium! Thus, I give up the spear!"

    The harpoon was darted; the stricken Itanium flew forward; with igniting velocity the line ran through the surface mounts;- ran foul. HP stooped to clear it; they did clear it; but the flying turn caught them round the neck, and voicelessly as Turkish mutes bowstring their victim, they were shot out of Palo Alto,' ere all the Valley knew they were gone. Next instant, the heavy eye-splice in the rope's final end flew out of the stark-empty tub, knocked down an oarsman, and smiting the sea, disappeared in its depths.

    For an instant, the tranced crew stood still; then turned. "The chip fab? Great God, where is the chip fab?" Soon they through dim, bewildering mediums saw its sidelong fading phantom, as in the gaseous Fata Morgana; only the uppermost floors out of water; while fixed by infatuation, or fidelity, or fate, to their once lofty perches, the pagan Marketing Staff still maintained their sinking look-outs on the CPU market. And now, concentric circles seized the lone fab itself, and all its crew, and each floating oar, and every lancepole, and spinning, animate and inanimate, all round and round in one vortex, carried the smallest chip of Hewlett-Packard out of sight.

Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing. -- Wernher von Braun