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Hi Arnd, hi everyone!
For now quick and short.
A simple script to automate common steps on reporting flash medium test
results. It goes as far as read tests for erase block size and then suggests
some open au tests together with a warning that these write to the device.
I checked other flashbench-results posts as to what info would be
interesting.
Find it at:
git://gitorious.org/flashbench/flashbench.git
Example output is at:
[Flashbench] Samsung Plus MB-SPAGFFP Class 10 SDHC 16GB
Sat Dec 1 16:02:18 UTC 2012
http://lists.linaro.org/pipermail/flashbench-results/2012-December/000346.h…
Sorry that I occupied flashbench upstream name for project. I can look
into renaming it to "flashbench-martin" or something like that.
The script is in branch "flashreport".
In branch "defaultblocksize" you find a currently untested patch for
changing default block size to 1024.
I can try to send patches as mails via git, but I´d have to look it up first,
since I do this quite rarely.
Up to then please use the repo urls :)
Nice weekend,
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