Folks, I have a theory.
After asking on Twitter, and using two different ISPs in two different cities, and trialling different browsers, I have found that in New Zealand, I (and one other Twitter friend) cannot reach our Autocade site without the browser coming up with an error asking one to save the page.
However, using a US proxy server, there is no problem, and the page functions normally. It actually opens.
I suspect something is afoot with ISPs in New Zealand blocking certain sites. Can friends reading this confirm this with me, please? The site is autocade.net.
I remember last month there was quite a bit of furore on Twitter when TelstraClear customers could not reach justinflitter.com (since closed). Again, I had no problem accessing Justin’s site via a proxy server. I simply could not reach it from New Zealand, even though Justin is a New Zealander.
- Guys, I'm going to watch As The World Turns during my lunch break. Why? Because my UNCLE is on it. Best. Ever. #
- I want to read: The Astonishing Life of Octavian Noth... by M.T. Anderson - bit.ly/uC8Jv #
- 18242, w/ radical reorganization. It's coalescing, unlike last attempt. Phillip Glass pandora station is perfect for writing. #nanowrimo #
- Paul is singing Lion King songs to prove that he's going to delete his facebook account. #
loudtwitter.com set all this up for me.
最近、夢見心地になった事を教えてください。
今日の夕焼けが大変美しかったでした。
太陽が沈んだばかりのところの空が、上から赤・濃いめのピンク・橙・黄色・青。そして緑色も。
緑色の空色を見るのは初めてかも知れないと思ってしまいました。大変珍しかったです。
でも写真には撮りませんでした(カメラ持って行かなかったし)。こういう夕焼けって見た通りに撮れるとは思えないので。
I used to pass this house and admire the author's ability to lay his (I assume a man inhabited this house) symbolic order out on his lawn. What is the inside of the house like? Dark and empty like outer space? (Like a glove turned inside out.) Neat or cluttered?
I dreamed that I had three tiny kittens kept in a box. I found them dead because I forgot to feed them. Now their bodies lay stiff on their backs, fur littered with black pellets like waste. They each occupied a partitioned section so that the revelation (and the memory of their existence, that I had them at all) came in not one but three blows.