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7/20 How can I get IMAP over SSL to work (I'm using Mail.app)?
I've set the port to 465, checked SSL, set auth to Password,
and entered my username and password. I don't get an error but my
messages don't get delivered. TIA.
\_ derrr, corrected, I meant SMTP (outbound).
\_ 993/tcp open imaps
Try 993? 465 doesn't appear open on soda. --michener
\_ 465 is SMTP over SSL outbound. Soda does not do SMTP/SSL
but rather has TSL on (uses port 25.) OP, are you talking
about _getting_ or _sending_ your mail? In mail.app, for
soda's TLS, you need to use port 25 and SSL for 'server
settings' under outgoing mail servers (under the 'account
information' tab.) For Getting mail via IMAPS, under
'advanced', use port 993 and SSL and most likely
password auth. -John
\- I have http://csua.berkeley.edu as the outgoing server, port 25
SSL checked, and "Password" authentication. What is TSL/TLS?
Still won't connect.
\_ TSL was a typo, like the kind you never make. TLS =
transport layer security, based on SSL 3.0. The
difference is that SMTP/SSL is a dedicated, fully
encrypted connection, while SMTP/TLS runs over the
SMTP port and wants a 'STARTTLS' command. I don't know
what the problem with scotch/soda is; maybe it has
something to do with not accepting esmtp. Telnet
http://zog.net 25 and do an ehlo and see what happens. -John
\- if the typo comment was directed at me, that's not me.
--photuris
\- My apologies, I thought only psb did \- -John
\- somewhat ironic in a thread about authentication.
--yes, it is me
\_ When I try using TLS on port 25, I keep getting errors
about relaying being denied, but I am supplying the
same login information as for IMAPS, which works fine.
-!op |
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| zog.net The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. The rest cling to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that-- We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn - hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped-- "That ain't my style," said Casey. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; And it's likely they'd had killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville-- great Casey has struck out. |