No, I don’t have a Facebook account

No, I don’t have a Facebook account: Just because they’ll allow anyone to sign up and you can go here and “friend me” doesn’t mean I have broken any promises to teenagers to whom I may be related. It is merely a research project in which I am participating. Really. For the record, I also don’t have a MySpace account at either.

Technical announcement

Technical announcement: During my vacation, rexblog director of hackery Patrick Ragsdale did some major behind-the-scenes overhauling that I’ll be rolling out over the coming days. Note to those who know what the following means: If you’re reading this via an RSS newsreader or anything like MyYahoo, please make sure you have subscribed to the current source of the rexblog feed (one that has “Feedburner” in the URL: — visit any page of and click on one of the helpful links you’ll find there. I’ve been using Feedburner for many months, so if you’ve updated the feed lately, you’re fine. I’ll be making this announcement a couple of more times in the next few days.

Back in Nashville

Back in Nashville: A swell vacation was had by all. As noted in the previous post, I spent the past week-and-a-half in Scotland. (Photos: St. Andrews, Highlands and Skye, and Edinburgh.) However, I’m back now and enjoying the temporary advantages of the body-clock thing that makes one want to wake up at 4 a.m. and go do something. Speaking of travel, apparently Amanda Congdon is in Nashville this evening as part of her tour of America. I hope to drop by the 6 p.m. (at Wolfy’s) get-together (details somewhere on Nashville is Talking) but my current Greenwich Summer Time internal clock has that calibrated for a midnight party, so I don’t think I’ll be there long. Also, I’m resting up for that big Saturday morning Hands-On Nashville Blogger Team event.

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A world without wi-fi?

A world without wi-fi? For years, I kept an Earthlink dail-up account in order to connect to the Internet from hotel rooms. Then, post wi-fi and ethernet connections in hotels, about two years passed and I realized I’d never used it. I don’t even know if my computer has a modem anymore and, I’ve discovered, I wouldn’t know what to do with it, if it does. When I first started writing this post, it was last Thursday or Friday (I’ve forgotten) and I was in a wonderful little villiage in a remote part of Scotland — the beautiful Isle of Skye where every direction one turns appears more staggering than the previous. However, the whole ubiquitious wi-fi thing hasn’t hit Skye yet. Perhaps they are the wiser for it as it is definitely a holiday place — a desitnation one travels to for one purpose: getting away. I was in the little village of Portree, which is big as Isle of Skye villages go. Portree was the place my Inn keeper suggested I head for to find Internet access when he appeared dumbfounded that I’d even ask for such. I drove slowly around the few blocks of town and Macstumbler pinged some wi-fi signals, but they proved weak or restricted. So, I decided to go straight to a coffeeshop at town centre. The waitress suggested I try a store called Island Outdoors or the library. The library, of course, was my choice and, sure enough, there are six or so Dell work stations with free Internet access. I filled out a guest form and signed on. However, the computer informed me the library was closing in 8 minutes, and the Internet access was cutting off in three. So I tried Island Outdoors. A block away, I was ready to spend roughly $4 for 30 minutes of Internet access when the clerk says, “Sorry, we close in 3 minutes.” Where else should I try? I ask. The library, he says.* Hey, who needs it anyway?

(Fast forward five days.) I have been offline for longer than I can recall in the past several years. By the fourth day, I didn’t even take advantage of the keeper of another Inn’s offer to use his access to check e-mail. It’s Sunday, I thought to myself, Why bother? I am now in Edinburgh — a very, very modern wi-fi’d spot — and preparing to fly home. I just logged on to the Interent and discovered a clogged RSS newsreader. I decided to pretend the last week hasn’t happened and start all over on Thursday. It’s hard, but I’m even going to skip expressing my opinions over typically ridiculous actions of Apple lawyers during my web holiday. I’d prefer, rather, to share a few photos I’ve posted on Flickr: Dropping my daughter off at the University of St. Andrews and some photos from the Scotish Highlands and Isle of Skye.

*For future wi-fi seekers who may google upon this page in search of connectivity, I later learned I should have swung by the Bosville Hotel and Merchant Bar.