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Ex-YouTube Man Builds Graphics Card for Entire Internet

“At Google, Chris Zacharias spent his “20 percent time” building a new version of YouTube just for places with slow internet connections. It was called Feather, and the basic idea was to build a YouTube page that contained no more than 100 kilobytes of data, so that it could quickly load on machines in developing countries and other places where internet pipes were painfully narrow.”


Some would call it the digital divide those in the land of dial up - or worse - satellite only connections to the world wide web. Sadly cell phone data plans can provide a faster connection and the web was not meant to be seen that way. … formatted to fit your screen.

Tether or go home. I say!

But I digress… I care about my half wattage peeps since I had the dial-up back in the day when the internet was mostly text based laced with bad gifs. Worse I entered the net via Sega Dreamcast and the magical disk.
From there, I did a few years on a webtv, so I am hard core and remember the days of reading a few pages of a chapter while a page loaded. I just don’t want my internet to conform to you.

Rather, it is 2013 and we need to stop making excuses and spend money on some infrastructure in order to make make the internet TRULY accessible to all!

Filed under webtv sega dreamcast internet low-band internet civil right

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CHANNEL 251 is my bloomberg channel and I caught THIS ENTIRE interview. I was glued to mister 1.1 billion IN CASH NO more begging to investors in hope you get to try your idea that could change the world. He was quirky and awkward throughout. Do not adjust your television screen. Heh. Loved him. Charlie Rose was finger counting social media for this interview. Priceless.

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Throwback Thursday: August 2006 (when blogging was cool) I found myself standing in my mothers kitchen at counter top height going through the back-to-school sale papers and I giggled out loud at the red riding hood shirt If you knew me, you would giggle as well understanding it as the perfect jaunt to the corner store wear. It is soo choice that I had to make my own version flipping and printing an iron on version onto the T of my choice. The IncenseGuru came through HARD and he never gave enough time for the tracking to take wind. He mailed in stealth mode and right in my face unexpectedly, beautifully packed in Utah News Papers. So now I have loads of Bangladorian sniffies. That earthy STANK that transfers you into OHM without much effort really just a flick of the Daytona lighter and a light-filled monitor. Sure the dust it creates is wrecking my connecting transponders but I have canned air and a dream. A prayer. A Virus… but I killed that bastad earlier in the eve. What I have been leaving out… My beautiful mother has been undergoing treatment for breast cancer. She has lost enough siblings to feel she is next, but realizes through friends AND me that it was caught way too early to turn in. So far we have been through 2 surgeries. The last removing all of the lymph nodes under her right armpit. Yes, it reached her lymph nodes. This is an act that I always assumed lead to the diagnosis of a terminal illness. You know, where they let you know how long you have left to breathe and experience life as you know it. Times have changed. She will lose hair and to her enjoyment, her moustache, but she will live on beautifully. Gracefully. While she smiles surrounded by a compassionate & beautiful community built around St. Simons Community Church. The generousity that abounds makes her cry because she has been overwhelmed. I, however, made her laugh through tears because she was never made aware of the term “verklempt” as she choked up while driving and telling me she was invited to stay at a high-end island home through her chemo that she turned down out of comfort. And pretty much this is why I moved down. To.Be.Here.For.Her …… cause she wasn’t gettin any younger. It started with her struggle to find someone to mow her lawn while she was a traveling radiologic technicion on a mission. I wanted to be there to mow her lawn, but I knew it would turn into so much more. I hope you are still reading… Two days ago I read her living will and it turns out I have positioned myself to sit in a very BIG chair. She spells out that she wants no heroic measures to sustain her life and I completely understand that. But it is I who is named to request removal of feeding/hydrating tubes if there is no viable chance that she will eventually resume life without such assistace. We went deep over her glass dining room table the position she put me in. I told her I was flattered that she trusted me. I told her that I completely understood, but at the same time I explained how difficult it would be for me to request the removal of such life sustaining equipment…. even though I knew…. Oh but you will LOVE this. She does not want to be buried…never really has far as I can remember. She wants cremation and a reef…. Eternal Reefs Oh GAWD…. It seems I went WAY too far and deep for a Wednesday.

Throwback Thursday: August 2006 (when blogging was cool)

I found myself standing in my mothers kitchen at counter top height going through the back-to-school sale papers and I giggled out loud at the red riding hood shirt

If you knew me, you would giggle as well understanding it as the perfect jaunt to the corner store wear. It is soo choice that I had to make my own version flipping and printing an iron on version onto the T of my choice.

The IncenseGuru came through HARD and he never gave enough time for the tracking to take wind. He mailed in stealth mode and right in my face unexpectedly, beautifully packed in Utah News Papers.

So now I have loads of Bangladorian sniffies. That earthy STANK that transfers you into OHM without much effort really just a flick of the Daytona lighter and a light-filled monitor. Sure the dust it creates is wrecking my connecting transponders but I have canned air and a dream. A prayer. A Virus… but I killed that bastad earlier in the eve.

What I have been leaving out…

My beautiful mother has been undergoing treatment for breast cancer. She has lost enough siblings to feel she is next, but realizes through friends AND me that it was caught way too early to turn in.

So far we have been through 2 surgeries. The last removing all of the lymph nodes under her right armpit. Yes, it reached her lymph nodes. This is an act that I always assumed lead to the diagnosis of a terminal illness. You know, where they let you know how long you have left to breathe and experience life as you know it.

Times have changed. She will lose hair and to her enjoyment, her moustache, but she will live on beautifully. Gracefully. While she smiles surrounded by a compassionate & beautiful community built around St. Simons Community Church. The generousity that abounds makes her cry because she has been overwhelmed.

I, however, made her laugh through tears because she was never made aware of the term “verklempt” as she choked up while driving and telling me she was invited to stay at a high-end island home through her chemo that she turned down out of comfort.

And pretty much this is why I moved down.
To.Be.Here.For.Her …… cause she wasn’t gettin any younger. It started with her struggle to find someone to mow her lawn while she was a traveling radiologic technicion on a mission. I wanted to be there to mow her lawn, but I knew it would turn into so much more.

I hope you are still reading…

Two days ago I read her living will and it turns out I have positioned myself to sit in a very BIG chair. She spells out that she wants no heroic measures to sustain her life and I completely understand that. But it is I who is named to request removal of feeding/hydrating tubes if there is no viable chance that she will eventually resume life without such assistace.

We went deep over her glass dining room table the position she put me in. I told her I was flattered that she trusted me. I told her that I completely understood, but at the same time I explained how difficult it would be for me to request the removal of such life sustaining equipment…. even though I knew….

Oh but you will LOVE this. She does not want to be buried…never really has far as I can remember. She wants cremation and a reef…. Eternal Reefs

Oh GAWD…. It seems I went WAY too far and deep for a Wednesday.

Filed under throwback thursday truth be told itsathing 2006 blogger personal