Saturday, September 4, 2004

No, that's the sequel

So an old friend, here at the beach, says What was that book you helped write? The Cluestone Manifesto?

Nothing can be finer than to 'Fi in Carolina

The beach house has Wi-Fi. Does that rock or what? We wardrove coming down here, and hardly encountered a signal until we drove down Ocean Drive in Emerald Isle and suddenly encountered a "Carolina Breeze" ESSID. Voila! It was the house we were renting.

Alas, there was a signal from the hotspot (a generic Linksys), but the cable modem's little cable light blinked slowly, indicating an insufficient signal condition. Some research this morning isolated a popped ground fault switch in the outlet under the house that powered the cable booster/splitter. Fixed the problem, and all the laptoppers were on the air.

What a difference from the old beach house phone systems, which embodied so much paranoia about expensive unauthorized use that they were all but unusable for dial-up. Now the Net is one more grace for guests. And for some of us, a big one.

Glog

It's too perfect here at the beach to blog. Waves are big, but not too big. Water's warm. I'm heading in. See ya later.