It never rains, but it pours - isn't that what they say?
In South Australia, it seems, it pours somewhere else but never here - but that's another story.
Voice over IP - well, it seems that the Linksys WAG54G router has a generic problem of losing its Ethernet connectivity. That, apparently, had happened to ours. Alas, there appeared to be little alternative to replacing the unit. So now there's a sedate looking little box in its place that boasts not only the wireless that was working fine before, the ethernet that wasn't but now is, but a VOIP connection as well.
Now it gets interesting. Our service provider responded, a year or so back, to my partners request to invoice her instead of me for its services by creating a new account. They left, apparently, the NodePhone service on my old account, and they never told me they'd done it. So the voice over IP account I'm working to activate is actually not attached to the account on which I'm trying to activate it on.
Confused yet? You're not alone.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Smartphone chaos
Have you ever noticed that that first week back to the office after a break is a bit different? This one certainly was for me - while work itself stuck pretty much to the script, the world around work was transformed by a blizzard of technology.
I don't much enjoy making gadgets work any more, but I'll step into the breach if there's noone else who's enthusiastic around. I like that smug glow that follows on from solving a curly one.
We have a VOIP setup that hasn't worked for a year.
We've acquired a new wireless print server that should make it easier for our wired household to put stuff onto paper.
We've acquired a pair of smart phones - a Samsung Omnia and a Nokia E71, just to keep all the axes of choice open.
Just to start to get to grips with the E71 is more than a little effort. Working through the script to setup the print server a few times without success is worse.
Still, steady patient effort has never failed me in the past. I can practice the new skills of bringing other people into the conversation as I work through it.
I don't much enjoy making gadgets work any more, but I'll step into the breach if there's noone else who's enthusiastic around. I like that smug glow that follows on from solving a curly one.
We have a VOIP setup that hasn't worked for a year.
We've acquired a new wireless print server that should make it easier for our wired household to put stuff onto paper.
We've acquired a pair of smart phones - a Samsung Omnia and a Nokia E71, just to keep all the axes of choice open.
Just to start to get to grips with the E71 is more than a little effort. Working through the script to setup the print server a few times without success is worse.
Still, steady patient effort has never failed me in the past. I can practice the new skills of bringing other people into the conversation as I work through it.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Which way did they go?
You'll probably recall the scenarios from the "Bugs Bunny Show" - the fuzzy little dude - a dog? - following his dreams into ever darker situations while others pursued simpler goals around him.
Never mind. It's all history now. But the underlying disaster always pursues me - how could I have done better given the information I had, and how come I'm not doing better now that I've improved the information I'm working on.
Asperger's is a really crippling - subtle, but crippling - disorder. Undiagnosed asperger's leads each sufferer into life as a hall of mirrors. Eventually, we work out some accommodation with it, and sacrifice our dreams on the altar of what has to be, but the underlying sense of injustice never goes.
At some point, perhaps, we arrive at a diagnosis. Usually it's too late to make any real changes, and so we apply the adaptability that has kept us afloat thus far to the newly redefined problem and go around again. Nothing (expletive deleted) changes.
Yes, I can learn more. I can practice swallowing frustration, desperation, you name it. And always there's a point at which I choke, and spray disaster around me. And wish I was anywhere, anyone, but me. It's really a shit hand to try and play, but then, there aren't a lot of alternatives.
Never mind. It's all history now. But the underlying disaster always pursues me - how could I have done better given the information I had, and how come I'm not doing better now that I've improved the information I'm working on.
Asperger's is a really crippling - subtle, but crippling - disorder. Undiagnosed asperger's leads each sufferer into life as a hall of mirrors. Eventually, we work out some accommodation with it, and sacrifice our dreams on the altar of what has to be, but the underlying sense of injustice never goes.
At some point, perhaps, we arrive at a diagnosis. Usually it's too late to make any real changes, and so we apply the adaptability that has kept us afloat thus far to the newly redefined problem and go around again. Nothing (expletive deleted) changes.
Yes, I can learn more. I can practice swallowing frustration, desperation, you name it. And always there's a point at which I choke, and spray disaster around me. And wish I was anywhere, anyone, but me. It's really a shit hand to try and play, but then, there aren't a lot of alternatives.
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