prof·li·ga·cy /?pr?fl?g?si/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[prof-li-guh-see]

–noun

[Origin: 1730–40; proflig(ate) + -acy]

…And all the science I don’t understand — it’s just my job five days a week…

Only by the bounty of our natural world and with no such thing as money, can we all become rich.

Over a year ago I created a monster…

It was a 4 processor 3.0Ghz Linux box. Strung unto its many available ports were over 12 terabytes of mounted data. I struggled with what exactly to call the beast until finally turning it on for the first time.

While the hum of all those drives and all that cooling equipment left me somewhat hypnotized, I was immediately aware that all the lights in the house flickered into that dim, please-give-me-more-power, state.

Thus was born, “darken.infophobia.net.”

For the last year “darken” served its 12 TB, also providing a nice extra desktop through VNC. Last night though, I came in to the smell of electric fire. It seems ole’ “darken” just couldn’t handle the heat (and being a computer obviously could not get out of the kitchen; err bedroom). Sad.

And so, I must explore an alternative solution to serving my 12 terabytes, as “darken”’s processor melted down at 5:10pm, January 16th, 2008. Perhaps I’ll buy the latest XPS from Dell that uses the new liquid cooled H2C system.

Until then…all now a moment of silence for my once mighty Core 2 Quad that overheated last evening, creating with its death, the worst smell of electric fire I’ve come across.

Darken… you will be missed!

HR1955 like most Mistakes of the Day do, makes me sick to my stomach. It is not that this law could (and likely will) be abused, but the sheer need for it to exist.

You see, America has become entertainment for the world. The respected leader turned clown; our country found of freedom continues to pass legislation which cannibalizes that — her very soul. Soon, what will be left of her magic act? Likely only a stage littered with the disgust of what its audience propelled upon its ill performers as its final Act.

Rather than address the shift in social mobility, the current state of our wars and destruction around the globe, our lack of an equilibrium or development of sustainability, or even in the broadest sense how these things act together to orchestrate an on-going decline of our society, we choose to fill our Congress (and our minds) with things as trivial as baseball and celebrity.

Forget her business savvy, her amber waves of grain, and all the magic she’s shown us thus far. For, America is not the salt and garbage stew of the Atlantic, the ashy remains of the fiery West, nor the litter covered grounds of her monuments. No, America is an idea. One that unfortunately is slowly turning sour. While its officials use a magician’s misdirection, games and other social engineering polar tricks, we “Romans” are trapped in the Colosseum of our own excess.

On the stage of the world, we have become the magician’s rabbit; entertainment for the business of show. As an audience we’ve grown too large to leave our seats, too disinterested and egotistical to pay attention to the show, so jaded we have no appreciation even for our own existence. These are times troubled by man.

For all those pedestrian-minded simpletons who walk along the surface of liberty so many have fought to protect, I ask that you awaken from your lazy, sleep-walking, dream. The framers of our Constitution knew this day would come and speak to us all in the spirit of the law. Perhaps it is time we listened to their ghosts. It seems alive, they had eyes with which to see centuries gone, what we cannot see upon us, now.

“If Tyranny and Oppression come to this land, it will be in the guise of fighting a foreign enemy.”
– James Madison, US fourth president, 1751-1836