an exercise in futility
Written by patty on August 20th, 2008
I have some beautiful photos to post. Sure, they are outnumbered 20:1 by horrible photos that I should delete immediately to save myself the trouble / puzzlement in a year (“Say, what’s with this picture of an eye white? Who does it belong to and WHO TOOK THIS PICTURE?”). But I am genuinely excited about a few.
The internet connection at the house we’re renting is what I would call finicky. No hotmail. No facebook. No loading pictures in Wordpress. Posting just that picture of the ferry was one of the most frustrating things I’ve ever attempted on a computer, and that’s saying something because my first job out of grad school required coding and debugging in COBOL.
Sure, looking out the bedroom windows and seeing the horses just 50 yards away is okay. I guess it’s neat to stumble upon the local defunct vineyard while taking the doodle for her morning constitutional. Oh, and watching a storm roll over the island from the wide-open vantage of Wasque, well I guess that’ll do. But how am I supposed to survive with no facebook?
What’s that you say? I’m being ridiculous? Well, it wouldn’t be the first time.
I’m itching to post my Still Life of Cherrystones in an Orange Plastic Pail, but unless I can figure out what gives with this connection (or commandeer my husband’s mac), I’m going to have to cool my jets.
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Girlfriend, take a week off! Your internet sounds worse than mine at the beach in NH. Doesn’t sound worth the stress. Pick up a book. I was able to read a book for the first time in a year since I was unable to websurf. Stamford Talk has ruined my reading, but that’s OK.
Stamford Talk’s last blog post: New Stamford Bloggers!
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I hear you Talk. And I know you’re right.
I am typically up 2+ hours before anyone else, making the mornings the perfect time to walk the dogs and do a little writing.
But a book is sounding mighty good right about now!
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download facebook for blackberry ..it’s a lifesaver. if you don’t have a blackberry, well then i don’t know what to tell you.
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Know the feeling. I got a dial-up Green Acres phone system at home, only one notch up from a can and string. COBOL? You know COBOL?
Audubon Ron’s last blog post: I Don’t See Why…
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Ron, indeedy I do. Well, did. I left the computer consulting gig to go into sales, which led me to my real love: marketing. I promptly purged all the COBOL from my brain, not that a lot of it had stuck in the first place. I wasn’t exactly brilliant in that job.