Roll Your Own Bandwidth

31 Mar

true-detectiveOriginally posted on Mon Mar 31 02:01:23 1997

Yes. Checking the clock and checking my pages. Saturday's bandwidth problems are not reproducing themselves tonight. The graphics are loading almost as fast as they do from my own hard drive. That's good to know. The sluggishness this past Saturday at four in the afternoon was depressing, but understandable for a plethora. Thanks for the software. I'll examine it in the morning, as I'm getting ready to hit the sack. I just hope it doesn't hit back...

Postscript 2013: When I was somewhere in the vicinity of ten years old, my hometown got a 7-11 convenience store. So now we had one red light and one Seven-Eleven. Growing up, going cosmopolitan. My world had suddenly expanded to include cherry icees and True Detective magazines. I welcomed both these wonderful new products with exactly the same internal combustion as I had two years earlier discovered my first baseball cards. At ten I probably was the number one trader in town, maybe number two. I had thousands of cards. I would continue to trade the cards, but now I had found something else to do on the pretense of buying an icee. I never bought the magazines, but I would squat down—perched on the balls of my feet in front of the monster wooden rack backed up against the cashier's area—facing just a few feet from the familiar glass storefront doors to spend precious moments staring at the lurid covers and thumbing through what I soon learned were the less interesting pages of TD. Trapped between shame and boldness, it was the covers of scantily clad women in and out of some sort of criminal bondage scenario that jailed my eyes for anybody wandering into the store just feet behind me to note.

Years later I learned that Ludwig Wittgenstein also loved the American True Detective pulp magazines, according to his biographer Ray Monk in The Duty of Genius, but surely the fellow that was once known as the Boy Genius of Cambridge must have loved them for the stories.


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