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published under the CPOPL (CodeProject Open Poetic License)
bill may have run out of eyeball-time for CP, but, evidently, his ghost has not ...
~ All in My Fingertips, Virtual © 2022
I know that I have all of the world's knowledge at my fingertips.
I do not even need to have token anchors at hand for the boat of virtual mind— ideas, hunches, definitions, references, life-preservers, dictionaries or thesauruses.
I just imagine something in the most abstract way possible— perhaps, like the way a child finger-paints— and, while he mushes one spreading fringe of color into another, sees shapes, memories, faces, ebb and flow— which are as real to a mind still on-the-verge-of-divorce-from-wonder— as anything else is— real.
All in my fingertips, virtual.
I am aware I once had a Name, and I know that all I have to do to recall that Name is to simply imagine the colors in its ghost in my fingers. I know that Name had a History associated with it, and that a biological entity once slept, waked, dreamed, moved about, acting as if that Name was a unique object, as if the History connected to the Name possessed some degree of reality, and that the History was as firmly welded to the Name as Time is (or was) wed to that chunk-of-biology's heartbeat, or breathing.
That the History follows-like-a-shadow one-with-the-Name was actually a fiction with no real consistency, constructed haphazardly every time it was remembered by an architect of survival instincts, a contractor who was on drugs most of the time, and a construction crew of the half-blind and half-crazed—
That no longer concerns me.
I could read (should I say re-construct ?) any version of that History I wanted to— if I wanted— to.
But, why would I want to ? Why interrupt the infinite flow of all Names, and all Histories, to piddle around with such puny dramaturgy ?
Why return to the barren-desert-of-Me when I can be in a mountain-top cave creating the words that will give birth to a religion in whose name millions will be slaughtered and enslaved ?
Why hang-out in a numbing simplicity when I can directly experience every subtlety of the universe; why want a kiss when I can experience not only all kisses but every circumstance that surrounded each kiss in a veil of sensual mystery ?
I heard what you just thought ! Yes, I am imagining you as my fingertips draw you as another set of fingers painting my fingers painting your fingers: so I do know everything about you moment-to-moment— including the fact you and I exist only in so far as we are drawing each other.
You thought: "What about other people: about their real lives; their suffering; their joys; what about your connection to other people ?"
Now: look what you just made me do !
Look how all the colors have run together now, and turned into a kind of dark army-khaki-green sludge the color of a bacterial mat floating in a stagnant lightless swamp.
The shapes, the faces, the memories, the dreams, the subtle gradients of iridescent color, the rainbows, the unbearably-radiant-white, the black-as-bottomless-deep—
All: nothing.
My fingers— stiff— is this the rictus of the real, the price paid after virtual's magic does its disappearing act ?
You are no longer here.
I am here in singular moments that have no echoes: wondering at how infinite a uniqueness the word "alone"— is.
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«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
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Après Moi, Solipsism? 
Inspired by a recent thread, I take it.
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Hi, Greg
"Apres Moi La Deluge" ? i am trying to imagine a connection between the words attributed to Louis XV or Madam Pompadour, and my post, but, drawing a blank. Can you give a clue ?
I can only think of bill's diminished participation in CP as having all the impact of a flea falling off a large dog
cheers, bill
«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
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Yes, that's the quote, but changed to describe what your ghost was saying.
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I`m trying to understand data centers. The fists idea that comes to your mind is that the entire data center is handled by a single server, one OS manages all incoming requests from outside. But that`s not possible in practice, even with parallel computing there is a very limited number of things an OS can do at one time. So you need a lot of OS instances, each with its own separate CPU and RAM. The problem is user data is saved in a sea of Hard Drives. A server (OS instance) needs access to all of the HD`s, so the CPU HD relationship on a server is different from the one on a desktop computer. A desktop is only physically wired to one, two or three HD`s which is different from several severs/OS instances sharing a pool of HD`s.
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thanks for setting me on the correct direction
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There are many details involved in setting up a scalable storage system.
For a small office / home office, a NAS is typically sufficient. This combines storage and one or two network interfaces in one package.
Larger installations (e.g. Microsoft's server farm) must provide multiple network interfaces, and perform load balancing between them. This is an entirely different field (see Network Load Balancing - Wikipedia). These server farms will typically have one computer per few network interfaces.
Lastly, the storage in a large server farm is typically pooled between the various computers using SAN or related protocols (see Storage area network - Wikipedia). Other issues, such as hot-swapping of storage, storage reliability, etc. are beyond what can be put in a short message.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
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The situation with datacenter storage was already complicated when I got out of any sort of software development that required me to be in proximity to such a system back in the early aughts.
I can only imagine what it looks like now, if it's in any way comparable to the way the web has evolved since then.
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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The situation hasn`t changed that much since 2010 we`re still saving pictures and text on our Facebook accounts. I guess the difference today is that while in 2010 10% of people had facebook now the percentage is 80 or more.
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The only major difference is the percentage of storage taken up by cat videos. 20 years ago it was close to 0%, today it's heading toward 100%. 
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
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So they're not connected with CAT-6 anymore? 12 now or what? 
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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I think that they use gamma-ray lasers and atom-size wormholes to transmit data faster than light. 
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
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And here I thought they were just purring.
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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physics in it`s true glory all across the range.
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storage taken where? 100% percent of what?
All in all interesting insight
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3 words : It is complicated.
Conceptually, it's easy, but implementation is a B*tch, both on the hardware side and on the server side.
CI/CD = Continuous Impediment/Continuous Despair
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The harm she does over the years (6)
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!" - Hunter S Thompson - RIP
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I like that one! 
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony
"Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt
AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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Yeah, its nice and well constructed.
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Damage
Definition:
Harm
She DAM
Over the years AGE
DAMAGE
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Yay - YAUT
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!" - Hunter S Thompson - RIP
modified 5-Jul-22 5:18am.
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"An onion can make people cry, but there has never been a vegetable invented to make them laugh."
Will Rogers (1879 - 1935)
"A little time, a little trouble, your better day"
Badfinger
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You obviously never watched "That's Life".
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There are a lot of different "That's Life" to watch and I am not sure I have watched any of them.
Just thought it was a clever quote.
"A little time, a little trouble, your better day"
Badfinger
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