A Gree-tingly Winglies Team; fellow purveyors and chefs of the planet-sized cupcake being stuffed into the vacantly gaping mouths of the left-then-right oscillating clownheads, usually seen at the circus casino’s sideshow.
I just arrived home – late – after a rather long day of strange faults, now all diagnosed; 2 laptops requiring warranty repair – all organised, and firmly mentoring a VOIP provider to actually setup something properly. Calls dropping out and failing to ring in, and ISPs who cannot do more than a 2MB circuit in the city, who also suggested the Client waits “a few more months’, until the Unfundled Fibre Beiber Breadbond Headband is ‘in your area’.
Such a brown loaf of IT connectivity is really a brittle toasted single slice when marmaladen with 7 VOIP phones and 5 Surfragetters together. A dogs breakfast Or con, when left by a vendor pretending to know and care?
Is it that they lack capacity, empathy or shared success sense?
Mi-Sex – But You Don’t Care (1979)
I remember working circa 1985, with a fibre optics crew, installing NZ’s North Island Main Trunk Railway-side Communication Links. One day I had the pleasure of lunching trackside with a Commissioning Design Engineer for the project, over from UK – a nice bloke who co-wrote parts of the TCP-IP stack, long before it was fashionable to post packets at pace.
He told me that the six glass fibres inside the red garden-hose sized pipe, could each carry, in both directions – approximately 192Gb/s. But by multiplexing the beautiful beams, one could assume close to 192Gb/s ^ 6 throughput. (5.00 e+67 b/s). He advised me that the single-coloured lasers/attenuators at each end of the garden hose would soon be upgraded to a 6-colour system that would, with multiplexing, further empower that number by an exponential factor of 6. (1.58~e+406 b/s) With further compression, probably
add – no multiply 20-200 times more.
So that works out to nearly 15 with 405 trailing zeroes … bits per second in either direction – full duplex. That capacity, he told me, was enough to conference 4 channels of video, to/from/FOR every molecule in the biosphere. Some hose!
I still do not accept that struggling 20+ years later, to get greater than 2MB circuits in the city, is anything less than a fantastic monument to greed, stupidity and stolen/lost opportunity. Is this yet another arsey-metric and/or Imperial disService Pro-vision?
I had better not add that the assurances that certain senior pugiliticians publicly gave in the House of Tards Horrywood franchise down in the Windy City, when selling the deal now hard on the Hansard, claiming/disinforming that there was to be definitely NO linkage from the central rail-line comms, to the feared but downplayed Guvvernut Wanganui Computer Centre, turned out to be utter lies and more provably poopy words wielded like swords to trim back shared progress and prosperity. They said they would never use IT to spy on us, as such a large expensive project should not be used against its’ payers. (2.4x over budget)
Two different sets of blueprints of the job at hand were both digested and used for eating lunch on that day beside/off the rails, playing “spot the differences” mapped and not, such as branched out from reality at the top, of me Ma’s road.
It is funny how the view from the cable trenches too, can differ from the mesmerising memery moved by mad misers making mazes.
Tryad – Mesmerize (An internet-based collaborative work)
Zooming forward to the recent past, a casual acquaintance proudly announced over a year ago, of team-achieving the consistent shuffle of 1TB data frames across a datacentre in under 4ns per slice.
All this spare capacity on even the old spec kit, highlights how far we(you) could have come already, and how much room and meaning we have yet to fill in cyberspace – Clouds Hosting Advanced Operating Systems. Is that a Prompt to anyone/everyone? Perhaps that way of overlay is the yay foray today so All can say what’s live and livin’ to drive on that hive in heaven to which we three are driven?
Mi-Sex – Computer Games (1979)
Yet another vertical growth opportunity begging to burst forth from IT, seems to compare with the Crying Game’s compère con-somme disservice and service undeeded, as much needed, to carry the unsubverted conversation of Agreement between living things.
Insights above lend more weight with accruing interest, on top of the pressures to provide our impending trending mending shared conversations about anything and everything, as needed to re-train the flows of gravy to the plate, so steps up lead wards.
Metaflouride Metafloric cleaning meanings in the sad face of the media mouth’s cavities and plaque, by White Knights with teeth that smile upon you all, grind to bump the scales back to balanced beings in your hands.
Buttons above open doors to new worlds that work well as time can tell, as we will gel this new shell. If you listen hard you can hear the Aqua and smell what see we’d seed – Pearly Peeps.
Or would you prefer this pre-school kinda kindy-simple scam Sam performs the same old, way below?
Sesame Street-Ernie’s Scales
But today tonight, I need to end now – on the warmest note I know, to enhance, and add a glow to the Twos I know who should take all the time – their Loves and their L.O.V.E. on show.
Happy Valentines Day All – No Brithish please – We’re Sex.
Yes – “And You and I” live in Amsterdam 2001