Tech is Cool
I'm offshore right now on an FPSO and I was getting some production server logs for a guy in Oslo who is currently working on a Balder project. In the control room, we have WiFi, and as I walked across the room with my laptop just now, it hit me just how far technology has come, even within my own lifetime.
My WiFi signal is provided by a small wireless router sitting on a desk here in the control room. That router costs about the same as a brand-name pair of shoes. That router is connected to the internal network here on Balder, which eventually bounces a signal using Line-Of-Sight technology to Ringhorne, a nearby oil platform. From there, a satellite connection provides connectivity to the mainland. In this case, the Internet connection is provided by Exxon servers in Houston, Texas.
From there, my data will doubtless go through a complex and varied chain of servers, routers, cables and other hardware before reaching the FTP server I'm using which happens to be located in Sweden. My coworker in Oslo is monitoring the same directory on the FTP server that I'm uploading into, and so as I walk across the control room on Balder, files are being moved from my pen drive to appear on his screen in Oslo just seconds later. As the crow flies, as if a crow could imagine such a thing, that data has just moved over 16000 kilometers.
My WiFi signal is provided by a small wireless router sitting on a desk here in the control room. That router costs about the same as a brand-name pair of shoes. That router is connected to the internal network here on Balder, which eventually bounces a signal using Line-Of-Sight technology to Ringhorne, a nearby oil platform. From there, a satellite connection provides connectivity to the mainland. In this case, the Internet connection is provided by Exxon servers in Houston, Texas.
From there, my data will doubtless go through a complex and varied chain of servers, routers, cables and other hardware before reaching the FTP server I'm using which happens to be located in Sweden. My coworker in Oslo is monitoring the same directory on the FTP server that I'm uploading into, and so as I walk across the control room on Balder, files are being moved from my pen drive to appear on his screen in Oslo just seconds later. As the crow flies, as if a crow could imagine such a thing, that data has just moved over 16000 kilometers.
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