On the wall of the JP Licks are photos by Thomas Holmes Durand. All feature sock monkeys, although not all feature the Hindu deity Shiva. Praise be to the Hindu gods of wireless and photography!
On a somewhat related note, I took the commuter rail train in on Tuesday, as I do on most mornings I teach. We seemed to be heading toward Ruggles, the stop that’s pretty much on campus, at a brisk rate, when there was an announcement that the train wouldn’t actually be stopping there, due to maintenance work.
To be fair, the announcer went on to tell us that we should just get off at Back Bay and get the Orange T line back, and that worked pretty well. I’m glad to say that I don’t seem to be part of the more striking stories of Boston public transport.
We don’t have landline phone dialtone right now. But we do have DSL, even though it comes over the phone lines. But my wife is on the phone, via the cellphone. If the battery runs down, there’s always Skype or Gizmo.
Most of the time, I don’t like phone calls. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t answer the phone unless I knew who it was, and really wanted to talk with them at that moment. If it’s important, they’ll leave a voicemail.
Come to think of it, I like having DSL and no dialtone. I certainly prefer it to having dialtone without DSL.
By the way, we get (or don’t get) dialtone and DSL from Verizon.
The news of the invasion is two weeks old… or at least it was in Philadelphia. But these guys recently brought Boston to a standstill. Universal Hub is mooninite link central.
Update, replacing my original words with those of Bruce Scheier: These blinking signs have been up for weeks in ten cities — Boston, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Atlanta, Seattle, Portland, Austin, San Francisco, and Philadelphia — and no one else has managed to panic so completely.
Another update: my buddy Constantine von Hoffman claims to have been on TV a couple of times this evening, talking about l’affaire Mooninite. I’m not sure which of his hats he was wearing: business journalist or stand-up comic. I’m not sure that it matters…