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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 

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We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

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Maine has no wifi

Healey

Sunday July 27, 2008
We are in Maine. I am attempting to convince my body that it is on vacation. Last night on our first evening in the house I had annoying work related dreams.  
Dream sequence:
Strat@comm had decided that instead of renovating one side of the existing office – that we should just move the entire office to another building. A building with a striking resemblance to the Centre Pompidu. (Commence headache). My sister and I went over to check the place out and were given a tour of the space by Leona Prada.  She wore something simple that cost as much as 7 of my cars.  The space was ample. It was the size of about two football fields. There was a glass ceiling with steel armature supporting the area looming above the cube fields. An area where many could work,,,and not see their neighbor – but could see stray satellites. Seemed practical.
There was a grassy running track outside the building to the north – it was a la Chariots of Fire. All primitive and beautiful. Nobody was running on it.  Mind you this was on M street downtown in DC. So there was a 4 story stone wall erected to keep out the non stratacommers. I imagine some poor English laborers put that together gleefully.  Security is everything.
2:30pm
Everyone is on the porch trying to figure out the wireless.
Remember like 1991, when cell phones were the size of a shoe and people would run their bodies in every direction trying to capture a signal? Well that is being reenacted here. We are all doing the wifi theft dance. We have 6 laptops in the house. That seems a bit extreme for people unsure of whether or not there would even be a connection up here.
The first and strongest connection is named “elephant house”. From what we have guessed, it is coming from the island across the thoroughfare. We think that because you have to be on the porch with your computers backside pointed directly at that island in order to catch ANY signal. A few of us are unhappy about that because that means you have to be outside to use the computer…and with the glare it’s hard to see. Additionally there are no cords so you are running off the battery. Oh the hardships.
The other connection is named ‘Crows nest’. Now that one we are supposed to be able to receive as it is being broadcast from the main big house behind us…but that sounds a lot closer than it really is. Poor Bryant has been trolling the backside of the house with his laptop looking for a signal for about a half hour.  He reminds me of those guys in Ghostbusters scientifically looking for “negative energies”.
So we have little to no signal. Shocking.
Everyone seems sad to have to return to nature. Wait – Scott just pulled up live baseball scores on his cell phone. Phew, there is still life out there.
5:30 pm
I took out the flip camera and did a spot of the “nightly news with Seamus” on the deck. People were still finishing their cocktails while we were off to one side. Seamus ate a carrot while fidgeting in his chair. I asked him a series of questions while my oblivious parents served as total distractions. My last question of Seamus was “ How do you feel about your grandparents after two days with them? Are they driving you to drink yet? (My wine glass floated across the shot in the foreground as a medical UFO offering ).  Seamus continued to eat his carrot. The news was over and he was fully entertained by my father who was looking for my sister and was complaining about the NSA coordinating the dinner plans.
I stopped filming and told my dad that Shannon was back from her run ad was showering currently. He looked up to the window of the second floor bathroom.
“is there sound coming out of that window?” “Yes” I replied. “Snot child. I wasn’t asking you. I was asking the wee one. You are on the dinner confusion team.”
It was around that time that my father and I came up with an idea. It was a ripe tomato of an idea. We would send Seamus upstairs to infiltrate the bathroom Shannon was in  - armed only with the flip camera. (which would incidentally be on). We were happy with the idea. AND it would serve as revenge for her and her husband having dressed up for dinner - making the rest of us look like boat hooligans.
So this is how it went…