Connections
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bktheirregularFinally decided that the telephone line in the apartment was a non-starter, since the only purpose of it would be to pipe in Internet access, and all the broadband service providers demand a one-year committment. *mentally checking nonrefundable return ticket dated 26 September* Er, no. Alternate possibility might be to acquire a cell-network card which would let me tap the Net through the Greek cell-phone networks (which, for reference, appear to be more reliable than the landlines), but that could get quite expensive, and again, there's issues of one-year commitments.
Short-term hash fix involves me bringing along a travel WiFi router I got on sale at CompUSA earlier in the summer, plugging it into the wall, and tapping the office's network to get on the Internet. I'm filing it under hey, whatever works.
Spent most of the weekend and all of yesterday and most of this morning in overdrive. Then I gave one of the other attorneys my summaries of a batch of contracts, and it was like something just went SPROING, and nothing's moving at all. (Had something similar happen with my old Shelby, once. I was at a first-aid squad meeting that had gone on way too long, descended too deeply into petty politics. After it all broke up, I hopped in the car, revved, popped the clutch, burned rubber, peeled out ... and something in the front transaxle disintegrated with an unhealthy-sounding bang-clunk-clatter. I was too busy mentally calculating repair bills to be embarassed at the sabotage of my dramatic exit.)
It's weird, being a third of a world away from most everyone I normally want to stay in touch with, plus not being able to keep up with what's happening when everyone else is awake. I hear about disasters after the dust has settled, and placing phone calls? When I've got a connection, everybody's either not woken up yet, or getting ready to go to work.
*sigh* And my email inbox is remarkably ... quiet.
More later. If anything comes up.
Short-term hash fix involves me bringing along a travel WiFi router I got on sale at CompUSA earlier in the summer, plugging it into the wall, and tapping the office's network to get on the Internet. I'm filing it under hey, whatever works.
Spent most of the weekend and all of yesterday and most of this morning in overdrive. Then I gave one of the other attorneys my summaries of a batch of contracts, and it was like something just went SPROING, and nothing's moving at all. (Had something similar happen with my old Shelby, once. I was at a first-aid squad meeting that had gone on way too long, descended too deeply into petty politics. After it all broke up, I hopped in the car, revved, popped the clutch, burned rubber, peeled out ... and something in the front transaxle disintegrated with an unhealthy-sounding bang-clunk-clatter. I was too busy mentally calculating repair bills to be embarassed at the sabotage of my dramatic exit.)
It's weird, being a third of a world away from most everyone I normally want to stay in touch with, plus not being able to keep up with what's happening when everyone else is awake. I hear about disasters after the dust has settled, and placing phone calls? When I've got a connection, everybody's either not woken up yet, or getting ready to go to work.
*sigh* And my email inbox is remarkably ... quiet.
More later. If anything comes up.
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Date: 2006-08-01 02:39 pm (UTC)As you may have heard, the brutal heat wave has made its way to the east coast, with dire predictions for the next two days. Pataki waived the entrance fees for downstate state parks/beaches (and is supposed to do it for upstate too). The utility companies say they're "ready."
Uh-huh.