NOVELS DELIVERED TO YOUR PHONE: E-mail Opens New Possibilities for Old Medium.
Nowadays the sight of people passing time on the train by sending e-mail with their mobile phones is an everyday occurrence in Japan. This technology has now led to the emergence of a new and unexpected phenomenon: people reading entire novels on their mobile phones.
How… novel.
I spent the afternoon finally loading up the rest of the articles over at Owldaughter – Read as well as mirroring them at Owldaughter – Believe. I’d been holding off because, in uncharacteristically poor academic ettiquette, when I wrote my original articles I forgot to note down my sources. There was no way in heck I was going to post articles that clearly used sources other than my own brain and not cite them. So this afternoon I spent frustrating amounts of time sorting through Celtic reference sites, looking for articles that seemed familiar.
I found them, in the end, and I’ve posted pretty much everything to Owldaughter. My next project involves coding and uploading my Pagan book reviews, and submitting the review page URL to Witchvox as a review site.
I feel cross-eyed but satisfied with my work.
Victory!
As you can see, the images are back on the Owlyblog. Owldaughter is back up and running!
So the site was only down for ten days in total. Irritating, but it was all worked out. My old host graciously transferred the domain over without charge as an apology for the misunderstanding (which surprised me simply because I’m so used to corps not caring).
Now I just need to finish straightening out my email.
Update: And… done! All Owldaughter email addresses are operative! Of course, if you sent anything to one in the past ten days, it was lost…
Before you update your links:
I might not have to change the domain name after all. My previous web host appear apologetic for their screw-up and have offered to transfer my Owldaughter.org domain to me and waive the $190 USD fee usually involved as a result of this sort of situation.
Stay tuned.
Aha.
Due to irreconcilable differences with my previous host, my domain name will be changing. By the end of the week, all Owldaughter content will be accessible at:
And yes, the Owldaughter email accounts will be up and running again, just with the new suffix instead of the old.
I love bureaucracy.
This has been a frustrating day.
It began when the power went out around midnight last night. Well, it didn’t go off, exactly; it fluctuated in various stages of brownout, setting all the sensitive electric sensors for emergency lights and alarms in the building off at irregular intervals.
By this morning, neither HRH or I had had really decent sleep, and the apartment was stone-cold once again. At various times through the night we had each arisen to unplug power bars and sensitive electronic devices in an effort to protect ourselves from frying expensive stuff. Of course the digital alarm clock wasn’t functioning, due to the lack of continuous power, so we sort of awoke later than we normally do. HRH had begun developing a nasty cold last night, and he was in no shape to squire our goddaugher off to daycare this morning, so I went instead. Of course, the single battery-powered clock we had in the house was half an hour fast, so I discovered on the way to pick her up that I had thirty minutes to kill. I did, with a doughnut and hot chocolate.
After dropping her and her dad off at various places, and having checked the prices on small filing cabinets, I returned home and discovered that the power had still not come back up to any level of useful application. Trusting my intuition, I booted up my laptop on battery power and found an urgent edit sitting in my inbox. This, paired with the book reviews due today, meant that I had to cancel my lunch date with MLG.
The edit’s done, and the book reviews are almost there too; I’ve done longhand work and now that the power is finally back on, I’ve been transferring them to the desktop computer. I took a break earlier to go pick up that parcel which I missed on Friday, only to discover that it hadn’t reached the post office yet.
Yes, it’s been frustrating.
On top of it all, my Owldaughter domain seems to have fallen between the cracks in accounting with my old web host. Skippy came over Friday night and we set up a new hosting space, but my domain still seems to be in limbo – technically still held by my old host, but not paid for (long story, which involves hosting as a gift from someone else whose payment info expired, requiring the substitution of my own info to renew service). I’ve been having problems extracting any sort of useful information from the support team for the last three months, in an attempt to avoid a snarl-up somewhat like this. My efforts have been in vain. (And yes, the lack of return communication was the key reason I chose to take my business elsewhere.) So this has resulted in more frustration.
Now, however, the sun has reached an angle to shine in through the back window, which means that spring is nearly here. I managed to finally get through to my doctor’s office, and as a result I not only have a renewal of my medication, but I also have an appointment to discuss these headaches and worrisome sensitivity to light with her next week.
Perhaps Monday has seemed worse than it actually is simply because it came right after a fantastic Sunday. The class I taught on Norse and Druidic methods of magic was great; the healing ritual I participated in was phenomenal; and on top of it all, I got to game last night too.
Today is just such a… Monday. You know?
Fnyeah. Perhaps Ginger‘s right; we should just declare all of February a holiday.
Ceri, Scott: you guys just rock.
After an afternoon of feeling odd, and frustration about my lift home and the timing thereof, I found a flat-screen monitor and a brand-new light tablet waiting for me. All the weariness and annoyance about the lift vanished.
I love the monitor! It’s so… clear, and not-flickery! I’m waiting to install the light tablet until I have the new computer as well. (New for me, that is. The monitor is also of the new-for-me persuasion.)
Speaking of boxes, the cardboard box that the monitor came in is now occupied by two cats, who meow every once in a while, just for fun. I believe the need to be inside cardboard boxes to be genetically programmed into household felines.