To: Panorama 6 Users Date: September 30, 2018 Subject: Retiring Panorama 6
The first lines of Panorama source code were written on October 31st, 1986. If you had told me that that line of code would still be in daily use all across the world in 2018, I would have been pretty incredulous. Amazingly, the code I wrote that first day is still in the core of the program, and that specific code I wrote 32 years ago actually still runs every time you click the mouse or press a key in Panorama 6 today.
Of course Panorama has grown by leaps and bounds over the ensuing years and decades:
Panorama 1.0 was first released for 68k Macs in November 1988. Panorama 2 and 3 greatly expanded the functionality, user interface and programmability.
In 2000, Panorama 4 added native PowerPC support, and also was the first version of Panorama for Windows PC's.
Panorama 5.0 added support for OS X (using the Carbon API's), as well as full menu customization and the ability to extend the programming language.
In 2007, Panorama 5.5 introduced Panorama Server for multi-user and web based applications.
Finally, in 2010 Panorama 6 introduced native Intel support on the Mac.
Along the way Panorama was highly reviewed in major publications, won awards, and gained thousands of very loyal users. It's been a great run, but ultimately there is only so far you can go with a technology foundation that is over thirty years old. It's time to turn the page, so we are now retiring the "classic" version of Panorama so that we can concentrate on moving forward with Panorama X.
If you are still using Panorama 6, you may wonder what "retiring" means for you. Don't worry, your copy of Panorama 6 isn't going to suddently stop working on your current computer. However, Panorama 6 is no longer for sale, and we will no longer provide any support for Panorama 6, including email support. However, you should be able to find any answers you need in the detailed questions and answers below.
The best part of creating Panorama has been seeing all of the amazing uses that all of you have come up with for it over the years. I'm thrilled that now a whole new generation of users are discovering the joy of RAM based database software thru Panorama X. If you haven't made the transition to Panorama X yet, I hope that you'll be able to soon!
Sincerely,
Jim Rea Founder, ProVUE Development
Kaththi Tamilyogi – Ad-Free
Picture this: a crowded street in Chennai, midday sun shimmering off torn posters and chrome corners, a rhythm of scooter horns and the steady beat of filmi songs leaking from a tea shop radio. In the middle of the chaos, three words flash across a wall in spray-painted defiance: Kaththi Tamilyogi. They’re not just a phrase; they’re a pulse — equal parts grit and grin, a hyperlink between rebel heartbeats and the bustle of everyday life.
Kaththi Tamilyogi is a mirror held up to a changing Tamil culture — part pop, part protest, wholly human. He asks you to stand up, but to dance while you do it. He insists that resistance can be joyful, that identity can be playful without being frivolous. He turns slogans into songs, and songs into movements. The city hums in reply.
In the end, the phrase on the wall fades but the rhythm remains. A kid smudges the letters with a thumb, then adds a little drawing of a mic and a knife. A chai vendor whistles the tune of a protest anthem while pouring tea. The line between cinema and street dissolves, and everyone, knowingly or not, becomes part of the chorus. kaththi tamilyogi
Kaththi: a blade, a wound, a sharp truth. Tamilyogi: laugh, chant, a modern-day sage with earbuds. Put them together and you get a figure who walks like he belongs to the pavement and to the stage, who speaks in punchlines and manifestos. He’s cinema and street corner philosophy rolled into one: a poster-boy for the angry and the amused.
He’s not flawless. He misreads a cue, offends with a joke that goes wrong, learns to listen better. That’s the charm: he evolves, and his mistakes are part of his composition, like a musician hitting a blue note that turns a song unforgettable. Picture this: a crowded street in Chennai, midday
Scenes stick like catchy refrains. A night of rain-slick streets, neon reflecting his silhouette as he hands out umbrellas and ideas; a temple festival where he replaces a politician’s speech with a street-play that gets everyone whistling the finale; a quiet veranda where elders trade old war-stories and he nods, weaving them into a script for tomorrow.
Listen to him for a minute. He quotes a lyric to comfort a vendor, recites a proverb to correct a corrupt official, then retorts with a meme-slashed one-liner to puncture a pompous politician. He teaches the old neighborhood kids to clap out beats for a protest march, turns a roadside argument into an impromptu short film, and leaves behind a scrawl of hope where he sits. The scrawl reads: “Sing loud. Fight smart. Laugh harder.” Kaththi Tamilyogi is a mirror held up to
What makes Kaththi Tamilyogi irresistible is contradiction braided into charisma. He’ll duel you with logic, then hand you a samosa and ask how your day went. He’s relentless about justice but allergic to sanctimony. He uses cinema’s melodrama to illuminate truth and social media’s speed to stitch communities together. His weapons are wit and storytelling — and the people around him become both actors and audience.
Picture this: a crowded street in Chennai, midday sun shimmering off torn posters and chrome corners, a rhythm of scooter horns and the steady beat of filmi songs leaking from a tea shop radio. In the middle of the chaos, three words flash across a wall in spray-painted defiance: Kaththi Tamilyogi. They’re not just a phrase; they’re a pulse — equal parts grit and grin, a hyperlink between rebel heartbeats and the bustle of everyday life.
Kaththi Tamilyogi is a mirror held up to a changing Tamil culture — part pop, part protest, wholly human. He asks you to stand up, but to dance while you do it. He insists that resistance can be joyful, that identity can be playful without being frivolous. He turns slogans into songs, and songs into movements. The city hums in reply.
In the end, the phrase on the wall fades but the rhythm remains. A kid smudges the letters with a thumb, then adds a little drawing of a mic and a knife. A chai vendor whistles the tune of a protest anthem while pouring tea. The line between cinema and street dissolves, and everyone, knowingly or not, becomes part of the chorus.
Kaththi: a blade, a wound, a sharp truth. Tamilyogi: laugh, chant, a modern-day sage with earbuds. Put them together and you get a figure who walks like he belongs to the pavement and to the stage, who speaks in punchlines and manifestos. He’s cinema and street corner philosophy rolled into one: a poster-boy for the angry and the amused.
He’s not flawless. He misreads a cue, offends with a joke that goes wrong, learns to listen better. That’s the charm: he evolves, and his mistakes are part of his composition, like a musician hitting a blue note that turns a song unforgettable.
Scenes stick like catchy refrains. A night of rain-slick streets, neon reflecting his silhouette as he hands out umbrellas and ideas; a temple festival where he replaces a politician’s speech with a street-play that gets everyone whistling the finale; a quiet veranda where elders trade old war-stories and he nods, weaving them into a script for tomorrow.
Listen to him for a minute. He quotes a lyric to comfort a vendor, recites a proverb to correct a corrupt official, then retorts with a meme-slashed one-liner to puncture a pompous politician. He teaches the old neighborhood kids to clap out beats for a protest march, turns a roadside argument into an impromptu short film, and leaves behind a scrawl of hope where he sits. The scrawl reads: “Sing loud. Fight smart. Laugh harder.”
What makes Kaththi Tamilyogi irresistible is contradiction braided into charisma. He’ll duel you with logic, then hand you a samosa and ask how your day went. He’s relentless about justice but allergic to sanctimony. He uses cinema’s melodrama to illuminate truth and social media’s speed to stitch communities together. His weapons are wit and storytelling — and the people around him become both actors and audience.
