Category: Sabbatical

Posts related (in some mysterious way) to our sabbatical year at the University of Essex in Colchester (UK), 2007-2008.

Thank the gods – we finally have internet at home

Dark communications
After way too much futzing, and over an hour (cumulative) on hold with BT(!) I finally got the !$&*!* internet working here at the apartment. Grrrr…

Zen has been really cool, fast, and helpful. BT’s been a right pain in the butt, and has probably cost us a week. Then tonight, when the line was finally live, it turned out that our Jurassic wireless base station didn’t want to talk to our new ADSL modem. It was so incredibly frustrating to be so close (I could get on-line if I directly connected to the ADSL modem, but not the wireless), and being tired didn’t help. Eventually, though, I hacked a few of the settings and got the darn boxes to talk to each other.

So, I suspect you’ll hear a lot more from everyone now that we can surf at home. I’m sure WeatherGirl will be a lot happier now that she doesn’t have to walk into town to use Internet at the library :-).

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And now the work begins!

Different uses for shoe boxes (Eyeing each other)
Today is Sub-Evil Boy’s first day of school, and my first full day at the office – very exciting stuff! He and I walked most of the way to his school together, and then I caught a bus from there out to the University. After sifting through e-mail, etc., I’m going to enter a bunch of edits on a draft of a paper that my sister and I are working on looking at the impact of changing selection pressures on trait diversity.

Yesterday we (finally!) got a problem with our BT phone line resolved which has (finally!) allowed Zen to move forward on activating our broadband internet account. Now, however, they’re telling us that BT may take another full week to sort some things out on their end, so we might not have internet at home until next week. WeatherGirl may kill someone, and I’m just hoping it ain’t me…

The photo is of a fellow we passed a week or so ago while exploring the town centre. He was quite good, but was being almost entirely ignored by almost everyone except us and this girl.

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