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You just never know what you’re going to see in this town. Coming back from a delicious lunch – chicken pot pie at Ceres Bakery – our Wandering Photographer came across this enigmatic sight: a fire hydrant lying in the westbound lane on Islington Street, directly across from the Academy Building. We’ve got about thirteen pages locked up. Now it’s down to the crunch.
It never rains but it pours — except in New England in March, when it snows. On Friday we got a fairly respectable blast of snow, followed by plenty of rain. So, on Saturday, St. Patrick’s Day, we ended up shovelling snow with the consistency of mashed potatoes. Close readers of our earlier posts will see that we expected all weekend for this new site to appear at any time. Almost all weekend. Sunday evening we checked and discovered that our DNS listing still pointed to our old server. Oh, well. We have yet to make a server change that does not involve a few …
What could be more American than a fresh start? Fresh starts are the American tradition. Europeans got a fresh start five hundred years ago when they came west across the Atlantic. The people the Europeans kicked aside to get that fresh start got their own fresh start, tens of thousands of years earlier, when they came east across the Bering land bridge. Well, today the Gazette gets not just one, but two fresh starts. Yesterday, about sundown, we switched our DNS settings. According to our lamentably limited understanding of these things, little-bitty patches of iron oxide around the world have been having their magnetic orientation …
Update, 5:44 p.m.: Well, folks, we just couldn’t stand it anymore. We don’t know nothin’ about no code. We got the shopping cart plug-in, we got the 134 page manual from PayPal, we got the BBEdit, but danged if we can figure out how to make all that come together so as to allow people to easily purchase a subscription online. We’d be discouraged — downhearted, even — if our motto were not, Nil Desperandum. Well, having impulsively switched over the nameserver about fifteen minutes ago, we’d better scurry around here and delete a bunch of possibly actionable stuff which we posted as we were …
Scooter’s appeals process has barely begun, and people are talking about his boss, Big Time, in ways that would once have been unthinkable. Alberto’s in deep [expletive deleted], and people are talking about Turd Blossom. And remembering Jack Abramoff. The whole business about firing all those U.S. Attorneys just doesn’t smell right. The Republicans in the House can’t be sleeping well. And on a local level, the 2002 phone-jamming scandal finally begins to get some traction. It’s great to be alive. Even without this thing. It’s no secret that we’ve found it difficult to post on a regular basis, for a lot of reasons. Chief …