What gives? Oh, right, internet security and common sense do.
This is where you ask, what on earth is she talking about? I’ll tell you.
Continue reading “2 Husbands, 3 Children in 2 Countries and no Reality TV Show, Yet”
What gives? Oh, right, internet security and common sense do.
This is where you ask, what on earth is she talking about? I’ll tell you.
Continue reading “2 Husbands, 3 Children in 2 Countries and no Reality TV Show, Yet”
Oh, please please please let it happen. We did notice a question about our internet service on our last resident survey so it got us thinking about it again.
As some of you may have noticed, Kelly and I have had repeated issues with the quality of our Internet service here in Cambridge over the years. It is something that both of us care deeply about as both of us have worked in IT and both of us are everyday users of the Internet for personal and business purposes. But considering that we live in what I would consider the technology capital of the East Coast, the quality and quantity of Internet service providers is terrible, frankly. Cambridge considers itself a major center for innovation and it certainly is, but it is also somewhat ridiculous that for many people Internet connectivity is both expensive and unreliable.
Regular readers will know that I use the Free section on Craigslist to amuse myself. As today is a sort of vacation day for me, I popped over there just now to see if there was anything funny worth tweeting. I found something absolutely totally and completely NOT worth tweeting. It was so awful, especially in light of all of the horrible racist atrocities happening in Ferguson, MO and elsewhere right now, that it merited its own blog post.
What could possibly be that bad you might ask? I’ll show you. Be prepared.
I have not talked much about my new job yet, so I guess it’s about time I did that.
No, our blog hasn’t been hijacked or hacked and this isn’t about some internet gambling site. This is about something that most people deal with every day and probably don’t even know it. I first ran into the idea in Childfree circles and discovered that it pretty much applies to everybody in one way or another.
It’s called Internet Bingo. There are many forms of this “game”. It happens online and offline and it certainly happens to all of us. Trolls do it to us, well- meaning friends and family do it to us, even strangers do it to us. You know what you get when you fill your Bingo card? Congratulations, you’ve just been “Bingoed”.
Ready for the tutorial?
Like I mentioned in my earlier post, I have managed to rebuild our server into a better machine than it was. But for some reason the hard drive from the old server was giving me fits, trying to move data. Perhaps it was damaged somehow. I am not sure.
But I do know this: a backup of the backups saved our data.
Years ago, I decided to build my own server. Part of it was wanting to have the experience of building and running my own server, because I had shockingly little server experience of any kind. Part of it was knowing how such a machine could help me manage the home network I was also building. So in 2010 our home server came into existence.
And then two weeks ago, it went out of existence.
The ability of human beings to work in an underwater environment has obviously improved pretty dramatically in the last few decades, and our ability to find the wrecks of vessels like the Titanic in thousands of feet of water many decades later is pretty amazing when you think about it.
But there is still a long way to go when it comes to underwater searches. The problems with locating that missing Malaysian Air flight immediately come to mind, but there have been a few other examples lately that make me wonder what the hell we are doing wrong and what we could do to improve.
We seem to have a widespread problem of not finding people in (relatively) shallow waters like lakes, ponds, rivers, and creeks.
Continue reading “The relevancy of technology and underwater archaeology”
A little while back I had commented about how we were experiencing winter’s “last hurrah”.
Oh, man was I wrong.
On the day I wear black and refer to as The Crispus Attucks St. Valentine’s Massacre Memorial, the rest of the world celebrates Hallmark’s day and overspends on chocolate, jewelry, flowers, and all things pink and red. Last year we presented valentines in this space of a special variety. This year we’ve gathered some of the best that showed up in our Twitter feed. And by “best” we mean Geekiest. Enjoy.