Today I received word that all my active writers over at SIFFBlog will be granted press passes for the festival. I’m kind of in shock.
I do not have time to use a pass, so I did not apply – I suppose now it’s incumbent upon me to figure out what events I am to attend. I need to get in touch with a couple of folks who haven’t been writing for the blog but should be, too.
Seattle Gas Prices. It don’t look like no web 2.o winding wingding, but that’s a user-driven site if’n I e’er did see.
Dang Linksys is inflicting misery upon me. Countervailing, Mr. Sinclair’s kind contribution of a phone has arrived and is charging.
Well, the cable run upstairs from the basement was a success. However, the Linksys is fighting with the Airport for DHCP supremacy in an all-too-familar smackdown. Yesterday I was able to hang the Airport off the Linksys and still have the Airport hand out DHCP assignments and manage the client cloud effectively; today, I’m getting no love from the bitmonsters. Still, I now have RJ-45 Ethernet run from the DSL entry point to the very center of the house both upstairs and down, a good place to be if you envision a mixed wired/wireless network with a server closet.
All of this after some heavy bushwhacking that yielded a nice haystack size pile of slaughtered and dismembered tree parts.
Linksys BESFR41 docs, Ars Technica writeup. I’m patching thin into my home LAN as an upstairs hub and need to figure out if I want to let it run DHCP or keep it on the Airports. I also need to see what havoc the default config might enforce on stuff like Appletalk and so forth.
Oh today’s a busy day – drilling cable runs, pruning trees, cleaning house.
The same day I squashed my cell-phone, it should be noted, Viv accidentally attached her iPod to a magnetic-latch closure on her cell-phone case. The iPod was described to me as “stuck to the case.” Hearing this, I had no great hope that the tiny hard drive was functional, and indeed, after much waving of chicken feet and casting of entrails, I pronounced the device dead. Happily, it was well under warranty and so we took it to the Apple Store in U Village and they immediately replaced it.
Further adding to the week of technical misery, my car’s right turn light finally popped out of the crunched fender it has been doggedly clinging to for the past few years, and it’s currently taped in place. We haven’t been able to find the time this weekend to get it to a shop but it’s clearly necessary now.
R. W. Apple holds forth, with some bloviation, on Northwestern oysters in The Oyster Is His World [NYT]. I’ll slurp to that!
So, speaking generally, the skinny on my smashed Treo is: I’m SOL. Apparently the Treo 700p is due out in mid-May (that’s the 700 with PalmOS on it instead of Windows Mobile), but Palm hasn’t made a formal announcement on this yet. That means that even used Treo 650s are running around $300 on eBay. Forum postings indicate that having a hissy fit on the phone with your provider might sometimes result in a replacement discounted phone.
I’m leaning in the direction of locating a vanilla candy-bar phone that I can use until the 700p is out and then assessing.
The screen is utterly cracked and I can’t get the phone to wake up, as the key guard feature requires a button press. However, incoming calls do activate the phone and while the display is about 50% obscured by a black fog-like area the touchscreen works perfectly well.
I did locate a Treo repairman, but the base rate to fix a dual screen and keyboard failure, including parts and labor, is over $200. My guess is that after the 700w comes out $200 will be the average resale price on eBay for the 650.
Word to the wise: do not step on your Treo 650 until such time as the Treo 700p has been released.
dammit.
At Home & Garden Art near 85th, I noticed that at some point recently my Treo’s SD card had gone AWOL. I think it may have been at Six Arms last night, as I dropped the phone once while there.
Eric uncovered the about-time rim.avantgo.com, to which I say huzzah!
Happy hour on the water in the University District at the former Boat Street Cafe, on the way to an opening at the Henry.
