Stupid fast.

February 19, 2008

The office building we moved into in Portland has a full blown data center upstairs, from which Intrigo leeches Internet for use in our day to day web browsing. The connection is, technically, “stupid fast.”

We, of course, exchange currency for the privilege but it’s not really fair to call this trade agreement between us and our provider a “business transaction.” When one divides the massive width of the pipe that’s sputtering bits at our desktops by the loose change we occasionally toss upstairs to cover our bill you’re left with quite an absurd ratio, the mathematics of which are perverse. If these bits-per-seconds were things that I could bottle up and sell to you at fair market value in Tucson I would want for money no longer.

In the interest of full disclosure I should note that up until this morning I was the only one employed in our Portland office. Today our first new development hire in Portland joined us (and tomorrow our second!). It would follow that with each new addition to our team I will have to start sharing and keep for myself a smaller and smaller fraction of our bandwidth.

I can’t, though, imagine that happening at any appreciable level, barring any major changes to the laws of physics or of OSHA that would concede a generous increase on the limit of allowable employees per square inch.