meyday, internet down
So my internet connection has been on the frizz for the last couple of weeks. It started with the need to occasionally power cycle the cable modem, and then grew to power cycling the cable modem, router and wireless hub a lot, to a mysterious orange
light blinking on the Time Warner equipment.
The orange light blinked every second for hours and as long as it was around, I couldn't log on. Thursday night, I called Time Warner. They sent someone out this morning to fix it. So I'm back online. Whee!
But I spent the weekend without the internet. It made me feel a little disconnected. I mean, what would I do all weekend if I wasn't aimlessly checking random unimportant cyber locations, and chatting on IM with friends who live minutes away. How would I keep in touch?
I lament my need for a high-speed connection sometimes. Surely, it is a distraction, sucking my time into the doing-nothing-and-can't-take-it-back bucket. You know, like the TV. I think about getting rid of my laptop, making internet access a more conscious and uncomfortable choice, instead of something I can do from any room in my house. Maybe that way, I'd be more *productive*.
But productive doing what? Reading, cleaning, watching movies, finding inspiration for a novel? All those things are well and good, but would I be more inclined to do them if I wasn't distracted by a wireless net connection.
Weekend consensus says maybe, need more data to be sure. I successfully avoided doing most of the cleaning chores I need to do, and took two 2-hour naps on Saturday. But, I did go to yoga and read almost 100 pages of an interesting-but-not-exciting book, which I am supposed to diligently discuss at Book Club tomorrow night. I even did this outside on my deck to enjoy the weather.
But I also spent a bunch of time outside the house.
Saturday night I went to a foam party called Spunk at a gay bar with Brian and Kate.
The foam was about waist high with a good 3-4 inches of water on the floor. It was gross. I didn't like the foam area or the generic techno, but I did learn about the impressive variety in men's underwear fashion. And I got to play pool with Brian and Kate at bar where people walked by covered in foam. The absurdity was great.
Sunday, I played board games in the afternoon, and made mediocre dinner and, guess what, got my internet connection to work long enough to check email and the news. But I bailed on my plan to *work* at a coffee shop to play Rummy 500 with Brian and
Kent. Really, who wants to write blog posts and balance the checkbook when there are cards to be played?
I like the comfort of having immediate access to my email, IM, and news distractions, which are arguably more useful than watching TV, but I'll try this no-internet thing again sometime. I liked the laziness of my Saturday and of not feeling like I had something to do.
light blinking on the Time Warner equipment.
The orange light blinked every second for hours and as long as it was around, I couldn't log on. Thursday night, I called Time Warner. They sent someone out this morning to fix it. So I'm back online. Whee!
But I spent the weekend without the internet. It made me feel a little disconnected. I mean, what would I do all weekend if I wasn't aimlessly checking random unimportant cyber locations, and chatting on IM with friends who live minutes away. How would I keep in touch?
I lament my need for a high-speed connection sometimes. Surely, it is a distraction, sucking my time into the doing-nothing-and-can't-take-it-back bucket. You know, like the TV. I think about getting rid of my laptop, making internet access a more conscious and uncomfortable choice, instead of something I can do from any room in my house. Maybe that way, I'd be more *productive*.
But productive doing what? Reading, cleaning, watching movies, finding inspiration for a novel? All those things are well and good, but would I be more inclined to do them if I wasn't distracted by a wireless net connection.
Weekend consensus says maybe, need more data to be sure. I successfully avoided doing most of the cleaning chores I need to do, and took two 2-hour naps on Saturday. But, I did go to yoga and read almost 100 pages of an interesting-but-not-exciting book, which I am supposed to diligently discuss at Book Club tomorrow night. I even did this outside on my deck to enjoy the weather.
But I also spent a bunch of time outside the house.
Saturday night I went to a foam party called Spunk at a gay bar with Brian and Kate.
The foam was about waist high with a good 3-4 inches of water on the floor. It was gross. I didn't like the foam area or the generic techno, but I did learn about the impressive variety in men's underwear fashion. And I got to play pool with Brian and Kate at bar where people walked by covered in foam. The absurdity was great.
Sunday, I played board games in the afternoon, and made mediocre dinner and, guess what, got my internet connection to work long enough to check email and the news. But I bailed on my plan to *work* at a coffee shop to play Rummy 500 with Brian and
Kent. Really, who wants to write blog posts and balance the checkbook when there are cards to be played?
I like the comfort of having immediate access to my email, IM, and news distractions, which are arguably more useful than watching TV, but I'll try this no-internet thing again sometime. I liked the laziness of my Saturday and of not feeling like I had something to do.
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