Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Cheerios and rice milk for breakfast. Abs workout. At work: Checked in with Mike R about our network issues—some ports still hadn't been activated. Uninstalled unneeded Windows components, installed Opera 7.22, changed administrator settings for my computer. Made changes to the Kappa Psi listserv for Jeff Lo. Tested low priority network ports—two more I needed still aren't working. Notified Mike R. Met with Cindy and Chris regarding the computer assistant position. Lunch with Joel at You See Sushi. Afterwards, we went down to Irving Street. I picked up picture hanging hardware at the hardware store. Back at the office, I helped people in the office hang things on the wall: two clocks in the front office, four pieces of art for Joel, one for James, one for me. Accepted a list of changes to a mailing list from one of our students. Helped Chris with his laptop—We tested ports, discovered his analog data port wasn't working like we had expected. He'd also been having freezes—I ran ScanDisk in MS-DOS mode—no errors, then again in Windows—no errors. He'd already defragged. I gave him tips on what to look for: what apps are running? what action did you do just before the freeze occurred? can you uninstall anything you don't need? Dinner at home with Patrick: pecan-encrusted baked salmon, baby bok choy with garlic, hash browns. Did Lodestar work: sent a query to British Telecom—one of their customers has been abusing our Web site by subscribing the names of others without their permission. Since Lodestar Quarterly is a journal of queer literature, someone believes it is funny that someone else they know (presumably straight) is getting subscribed to it. Well, I changed the code for our Web site so that I receive tracking information for all subscriptions and traced the culprit to a customer of British Telecom. I probably won't ever find out what BT will do, if anything, but their acceptable Internet usage policy seems to say that a violation along the lines of what I reported can get the person 6 months in prison. I'm crossing my fingers.