learn to love the machines

A week ago this morning, my wife woke me with the words, "Hagbard has been hacked!"

A week ago this afternoon, we left for our spring break visit to her parents -- her parents who don't use computers and have no internet access.

Lucky for me, I have friends and neighbors who are generous, helpful, and savvy. We now have our websites on a new host, untouched by invaders, and locked down more tightly than the previous ancient machine, which I'd been neglecting since my interests shifted from computer science to economic science.

(Note to self: blog about the economics of fish and chips.)

One of the consequences of this unfortunate event was that we had to spend much more time in Charlottesville than we had originally allocated for that stage of our trip to and from the in-laws. As we are settling into the fact that we'll be in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania for another year, we rediscover just how much we love and miss Charlottesville, Virginia.

Anyway, sorry for the unexplained downtime. I will now return to the questioning of assumptions, the splitting of hairs, and the exploration of a people's capitalism.



Meanwhile, those who haven't spotted them yet can check out my public apologies on the new dailyapology blog, as well as one apology directed (I think) to me.



(Seriously: is there really a singing black cowboy on the TV commercials now?)