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		8.25.2000/11:35
		Well, lo and behold, it couldn't have been any easier to crank up the ADSL on the laptop. I merely had to call BellSouth and give them the adapter address for the 10/100 card that goes into the slot of the laptop, and they reset at their end. I'll have to do the same thing again when the desktop is back in place. Took about ten minutes of calm, courteous time from Bellsouth.net support. Yo!
8.25.2000/07:05
Don't Call Me, I'll Call You Dept.: Mobile Phones and Health.
			8.25.2000/06:50
			My desktop computer is in the shop. It wouldn't come on when I hit the switch yesterday. Not even the readouts from the BIOS. At the very least, I have to get a new motherboard. Do I use this as the excuse to upgrade? Meanwhile, I am using the Vaio, so it's just like being on vacation. Later today I might see about bringing in my ADSL line thorugh the ethernet card I bought to connect the laptop to the network at the PASA office. Should be a piece of cake, right?
	8.25.2000/06:45
	Oh, what could have been.
			8.24.2000/07:35
			Save the chickens, and the turkeys, and the farm workers.
				8.24.2000/07:30
				Save the chickens.
8.23.2000/07:20
The very gratifying comments by several Poor Clio readers about my recent vacation pix has gotten me to thinking about what it is I like about digital photography. Certainly the ability to instantaneously view the results is nice, and also the ease with which one can post photos while still on the road. But I think that there is another element that has not so much to do with what the camera I am using (a Kodak DC215) can do as what it can't. There is only a very modest range of focal length (from a fairly decent wide angle to a "telephoto" setting that is really much more like what SLR folk would think of as a "normal" lens), and there is a delay of several seconds for digital storage after the shutter is pressed when you cannot take another picture. After years of sports, news and other photography in which firing off the shutter a zillion times was the norm, even though there was a film cost issue that isn't part of digital photography, it is very restraining to know that if you push the button, you can't take another shot for several very long seconds. That discipline of timing, I think, is a good thing.
			8.23.2000/06:45
			Everything Old is New Again Dept.: the return of the p.m. daily in the form of an evening edition of the New York Daily News.
	8.23.2000/06:40
	So far, we're not making any particular preparations for Hurricane Debby. But we're keeping our eyes glued to The Weather Channel.
8.23.2000/06:35
Save the Canada Goose.
				8.22.2000/19:00
				This Monica-evoking photo was the most-emailed of the day at Yahoo! when I checked just now.
			8.22.2000/15:40
			Back home from a two-week vacation. If you take a vacation that is long enough, you have not only the pleasure of getting away, but also the very genuine pleasure that comes from returning home. Also...thanks to several who e-mailed kind comments on the illustrated reports from the Maritimes. A few more observations may yet follow...
	8.18.2000/06:45
	Last evening, near the end of a rather foggy crossing, Susan struck up a conversation with a young woman in her twenties standing on the deck straining for her first view of Nova Scotia. It was her first time off the island of Newfoundland, and she was a bit anxious about it all. "This is the first time I've ever seen the mainland," she told Susan. (I suppose in some technical sense she still hadn't, as we landed at the northern end of Cape Breton Island.) I will be thinking about her quite a bit over the next couple of days, wondering what she is thinking about what she sees, what about it will strike her as so different from her homeland. The evening before, we had encountered a group of school girls in Placentia, still playing with some souvenir toys they had bought during the two-day stop of a replica viking ship from Iceland, and we told them that we had seen the boat in St. John's that morning. The most emphatic of the girls was vexed a bit by the idea that the boat, which had been two days in her little town, had no longer a stay for the much larger St. John's. "There was time for everybody in Placentia to go on board," she told us, "but they won't be able to do that in St. John's."