All 3½ of you may have seen this blog disappear at intervals. I've been as far into the entrails of Radio Userland as I dared and, perhaps unwisely, farther still...
Among the Userland discussion threads (hard to access at "peak times"), somebody launched one complaining about a lack of response from the "admins". Others jumped on the bandwagon, with a chorus of "We paid for it, so where's the service?"
This riled me enough to mention here.
The pioneering Radio software is the work of people you could almost count on the fingers of one hand. They have their own weblogs and help pages too, often packed with info, such as Russ Lipton's 'Radio Docs' and Andy Sylvester's more technical Ruminations. Plenty, technical and otherwise, has been written by Lawrence Lee, aka Tomalak. If they responded to everybody who now uses Radio, asks questions -- and even benefits, like me, from space on their server at a more than reasonable price -- they'd be doing nothing else.
Perhaps some small indication of just how many people use Radio comes from an entry on the same page by Dave Winer: more than 10,600 reads have been registered so far for a post where the Userland founder announces a new "Google It" feature.
Responding to a "thank-you" note for purloined pictures, one victim told me he didn't quite get "the purpose of your website". He might be interested in Dave's potted history of weblogs.
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I've also had to delve deep into the bowels of my Mac for a dose of more than routine maintenance. Easiest thing to do when my own insides were behaving so horribly that I steered clear even of "the canteen" for several days.
It took much more prodding than I would have liked to get an update out of the specialist who probed me a couple of weeks ago, but I wanted news before he joined everybody else going on holiday for a month. Tomorrow I hope to see his full report; his attention has turned from my big intestine to the little one, not the pancreas after all. (Update:) Or maybe it's the bone marrow. The mystery gets as thick as my white blood cell count!
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Lunch at the canteen was a welcome return from limbo. The pizzeria was doing nicely. The Métro station across the road has reopened, bringing the tourists with it. I went down the hole today and didn't see as much evidence of refurbishment as one might expect after a closure of more than two months.
Often, the workers decided that most other people's lunchtime would be appropriate for the use of pneumatic drills, bringing joy into the lives of customers at the canteen and other nearby restaurants and cafés.
Lynda, who occasionally helps out at the pizzeria when she's not pursuing her studies to become a world-famous architect, celebrated the end to the racket today by getting a computer of her own.
When I realised that Das's cooking had put an end to two days of nausea, I followed Lynda and Sam to the FNAC to "help", knowing from experience what misinformed menaces a few of the sales people there can be. The fellow I found them with proved not to be one of them. Unfortunately, I didn't quite succeed in persuading Lynda to join the happy band of Mac users, but let her "borrow" my FNAC card all the same.
The myth that Mac OS X software is still lacking is belied by sites like 'Architosh', but becoming an architect looks like an expensive business. Sam drove us back to Lynda's place, where both of us were impressed by her beautiful scale models of work in progress.
A cable router was what I got at the FNAC, having installed a new modem this week. Too late now for any second thoughts about getting Marianne online with a Mac of her very own.
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