A few weeks ago, Kelly sold Hallie’s ice skates through a Craigslist ad. The mother who picked them up from our porch left us an envelope with the money inside. On the outside of the envelope was the sketch you see above.
The sketch, it turns out, was drawn by her 14-year-old daughter, perhaps as a way to say thanks for the skates. Hallie has named the puppy Icey.
I think it shows quite a bit of drawing talent!
The snow has already begun falling here in East Raleigh and it may continue for another 24 hours. This is shaping up to be an insane amount of snow and any hopes of hitting the road for work Monday morning may be pure fantasy.
That may leave many Triangle workers stuck at home when they could be working. While some will play in the snow with their families others will try to work from home, firing up their connections to the office. This is when many of them will realize just how pathetic their so-called high speed Internet service is when it comes to upload speed. Those web conferences will crawl. That videoconferencing you hoped to do? It’s buffering … buffering … buffering.
While the major ISPs want to treat their Internet service like a one-way pipe, in reality it takes a speedy connection in both directions to bring the Internet to its full potential. Collaboration suffers when one side has its hand tied behind its back.
Yes, municipal broadband may seem expensive but consider the cost of hundreds of thousands of workers stranded at home, unable to work properly because of 1990s-era Internet policies.
I was attending a climate change forum in DC Wednesday and walked out of the Dirkson Senate Building for a walk during a break. As I’m waiting at the intersection for the walk signal, I notice I’m standing near a limo. Crossing towards the limo from my left walks Andrea Mitchell, whom I try to ignore. I have a pretty low opinion of national news media figures and certainly don’t look up to them (not after Walt passed, anyway).
In spite of my clear indifference to her, she offers a cheery hello. In fact, it was overly cheery, to the point of being … um, a little creepy. I could swear the wife of hall of fame former Fed Chairman Alan Greenspan was hitting on me.
Now I don’t consider myself to be dazzlingly handsome and my man AG’s got more bank, but Greenspan makes me look like Tom Cruise. Regardless if her intention, though, it was a little disconcerting.
