a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy

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This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

8/28/07

input overfow

I read once about how the conduit of information processing joining the source to the destination is only as efficient as the point of final entry... one's mind, and as each of us have separate capabilities along those lines, how does a standardized needing, wanting, gotta have it maximum bandwidth and giga this and giga that promotion really pan out as necessity? For me, the ease of access translates into a log-jam of more stuff I can't get to, something else to back up in the plumbing, waiting to be dealt with later. My cup runnith over and not in a good way. This wiring has now become wireless and thus portable, allowing for remote baggage to be carried at all times, instantaneous connectivity to any and all things pulsating simultaneous or sequential throughout the known universe. This baggage is fine and dandy as far as Homeland Security is concerned and therefore is not subject to inspection or confiscation. It is mine to deal with. The limitations of weight are nonexistent and supposedly does not affect take-offs or landings. Theoretically, I can jettison the baggage at anytime, at my own risk. I think this comes under the heading of taking responsibility for one's own actions.

There is something in the underworld of digital transmission called a CRC, or Cyclical Redundancy Check. It appears to be a "1" or "0" at the end of a binary message. There are zillions of these messages zipping throughout the air and ground that make up a digital thought or premise. The CRC asks a question. "Are you there?" It expects an answer. "I'm here and I understood perfectly your question. In fact, I am perfectly going to send that response back to you." If you perfectly agree that we are both in perfect agreement, let me know." This all happens within nanoseconds. If the data comes back flawed, the CRC rejects the message and resends the question until there is perfection. Too many CRC's are considered a problem. The problem needs to be eradicated, as the CRC's start clogging the transmission medium with rejected and resent questions and the real stuff, the important stuff, can't get through. Speed of access decreases exponentially.

So here I sit, sending out CRC's and the answers I get back are flawed. I'm told by the resender's CRC that my question was flawed. I'm reminded that the problem is at my end. I'm informed that I need to resolve the problem ASAP or penalties will ensue. If the 'other end' needs to fix the problem, and it is determined by them that it was my problem all along, there will be a fee. Today the attorney general resigned. I sent a message with a question, "is he going to be held accountable for his incompetence and the damage he did to our justice system and the amount of money it cost to weed out his obstructions?" The answer returned from 'the other end' (in this case the president) was that it was a shame his good name was so viciously dragged through the mud. That answer seemed a little flawed to me so I resent the question with a different coding, "Is there any way we can drag his good name through the penal system?" The bandwidth has obviously choked on the amount of CRC's slamming into each other and everything has come to a standstill. I am awaiting a retaliatory penalty in the snail mail box at the end of my driveway. It will require me to go fetch it in a primitive manner, without a minimum 3 year commitment to a subscription service and automatic deduction from my checking account, or a piece of plastic. Does that mean it is valid? How can I reject it? The last time I tossed a CRC at the postman, he said to leave him alone or he would call his supervisor. I tossed a CRC at the State Trooper who said my plates had expired. He went for his sidearm. I tossed a CRC at my insurance company for denying payment on a process they found to be deniable and they threatened me with cancellation. I tossed a CRC at the bank and they added an administrative fee.

Maybe we should remove these cyclical redundancy checks from our entire mental environment... no flawed questions, no flawed answers, no flawed information, thus no problems. Never mind, executive privilege has already set that standard and trickle-down is in effect. Kindly delete this message as flawed.

2 Comments:

Anonymous lady said...

NPR

Beware the culture of the polygraph
the broadcast of weekly esoterica
for the same brain planners

Snob culture is not culture at all
the lilt of the listless
the life course pablum peckers
the dope scope extrapolation gabbers

Case droppers, mind boppers
Framed framers framing the names
oh totally truthful broadcasts,
these cherry-picked facts

We remember, stumbling, clutching
our lost tickets until they start a new case
in time's sliced haste

5:25 AM  
Blogger RM Dustin said...

I miss the old NPR, when the P didn't stand for Petrolium

10:37 PM  

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