First, a message left by the folks at WordPress, on my ninth year of using WordPress for blogging. Previously I’d used Blogger (pre-Google buyout)
Then I looked up and saw this on my lunch horizon.
Took me a few to come up with BLIMP rather than dirigible but I got there.
Stopped by to sit in a bit with the Albany NaNoWriMo folks at Professor Java’s. They’re doing camp so they’re on deadline but I figured I could use some free wifi and some decompression time. I used up all my eye-rolling skills and snarkiness and exasperation today and the last time I called to check on my DSL escalated ticket the man on the phone said, “it says we’re shipping you a new cable modem.” That’s good, I allowed, since that’s probably the issue. What a stupidly hard and ridiculous experience.
Anyway. As I looked at the beverage menu here, there it was. I pointed at it and asked our waiter, “just how EVIL is it?” Quite evil, he allowed. Good. I’ll take one of those. And don’t say you weren’t warned.
and then I wrote some haiku.
A woman comments,
“I used to work with your ex…”
So many replies…While counting to ten
I look over my glasses
I don’t know you, honWhile pondering this
I don’t even know you, hon
Why would you say this?As she exited,
All the unspoken comments
Left along with her.
this explains my current situation. Here’s my normal set up that worked ok, up til yesterday.
I tried two other splitters without a difference (and no, I didn’t daisy-chain the splitters). I tried a different phone cable to the cable modem. No change. I plugged just a phone into the splitter and the phone worked.
And then I tried this:
which resulted in only a power light and a DSL light that comes on for just a moment and then goes off. So, no DSL. (and yes, the cable modem was plugged into power)
Not so hard to grasp, eh?
The end.
When any real progress is made, we unlearn and learn anew what we thought we knew before.
— Henry David Thoreau
After taking a stroll through the exhibit and while waiting for the talk to begin, I jotted down some haiku and enjoyed the air conditioning.
Watching people look
At Vincent’s brief flame of life
What am I seeking?They pause and gesture
They stop to read the small signs
And slowly, move on.The couple pauses
The wife, gestures with her head
The husband nodding, turns.Find where the light goes
And making it shine brightly
Dash in the shadowsDraw just what is there
Caressed by artist’s eye
Flying past the frame.Sitting in the garden
Trees carving arcs of color
Dabs of red flowers.A man asks someone
What’s this thing about nature?
It’s not natural.If he’d lived longer
Would sun and wheat have escaped,
Chased by the reaper?
Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.
