Hiatus

UPDATE (June 22) – Thanks to everyone for the supportive and sympathetic comments. I do now have regular access to a dial-up connection, but as you can imagine it’s excruciating to go back to that after having gotten accustomed to DSL. If I get desperate enough, I may return to blogging at 26k/sec. In any case, though, I have sent Smorgasblog on vacation and substituted a dynamic blogroll courtesy of Google Reader. This will display links to the latest posts from close to 100 blogs; it’s not selective.

I’m suspending publication of Via Negativa (and curtailing most of my other online activities) due to a loss of internet service in Plummer’s Hollow. At this point I can’t predict when I might resume — it could be anywhere from a few days to a couple of months.

Thanks for reading. Take care.

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35 Responses to Hiatus

  1. arby says:

    Very sorry to hear it. As a reader with noisy, unreliable dialup in a holler in Kentucky I can sympathize. Best wishes, rb

  2. rr says:

    that’s a bit of a bummer… but i hope it has hidden benefits. shall be waiting for your return.

  3. marja-leena says:

    Oh dear, will miss you! Hope it won’t be too long, but enjoy the break!

  4. Good luck with your connectivity! I hope you don’t have so much fun out in the real world that you forget about your Web projects and never come back to them (and us, your readers).

  5. David Harmon says:

    My sympathies! Did something get crisped locally, or did a wire get knocked down, or what?

  6. Kurt says:

    Oh my. That’s a shock. But do take care.

  7. suzanne says:

    O
    NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo!

  8. Joan says:

    Holy Cow! and also Arrrghh!

    And I thought my summer was going to be drab enough with TV reruns. Now this! To show you how totally ignorant I am about blogs.. does this mean the blog can’t be accessed although you are not adding to it? I mean if I started today and then went backwards it would still be a year plus of fabulous poems pics and posts., and your poems, being real poetry, unlike my whacky light verse, need to be read over and over.

    How about the photos on Flicker? A light at the end of the tunnel which I hope don’t flicker out as well.

    Well, hoping the hiatus is short..but if it is long ..hope you come back refreshed.

  9. arby says:

    I forgot to say thank you. Thank you. And, like marja-lena said, I hope you enjoy the break. rb

  10. Eva says:

    I just found your blog recently and will miss it.

  11. Well damn. That’s just unacceptable, Dave. I need you!

  12. Peter says:

    You take care, too.

  13. Nathan says:

    Happy hiatus. Your blog rocks.

  14. Larry Ayers says:

    Sorry to hear this, Dave. Your poetry, essays, and photos will be much missed.

  15. Jean says:

    Oh my goodness, we shall miss you! but look forward to reading in due course the fruits of your time away from technology.

  16. Lori Witzel says:

    Yikes! Here’s wishing you a more regularly reliable source of connectivity…will miss your regular pixel-streams of wonder.

  17. dale says:

    Ack! Well, it will give me a chance to catch up on the archives, as Joan said.

    Hope all’s well there.

  18. quiet regular says:

    oy

  19. Natalie says:

    I wonder if you’ll be able to read the comments somewhere, from an internet cafe maybe? It doesn’t feel right, your not being online. I don’t like this feeling at all. Have a good break, yes Dave, but not so good that you don’t come back. I think you won’t be able to keep away, it’s an addiction this blogging thing. Au revoir, yes?

  20. Looking forward to your return, Dave.

  21. Isn’t this ironic, after that (by now) historical dialogue abou to blog or not to blog? Hasta la vista, Dave.

  22. Dick says:

    Late on the scene, as usual. Sorry…

    As Natalie – something deeply awry if you’re not updating, Dave. A hole in the blogosphere. I shall check daily to see whether your ISP has sorted itself out.

  23. leslee says:

    Yikes. See, I told you you needed a vacation. Sorry about the circumstances and good luck getting that resolved.

  24. Nancy says:

    Gosh, I just (re)discovered you. Hope it doesn’t take too long.

  25. Karen says:

    Months! I will be begging for actual letters way before then. Hope it’s not that long.

  26. Gina Marie says:

    aww, man. i wish my internet would blow out for a couple of weeks. you’re a lucky one, dave. enjoy the break. take lots of pictures. (there is still paper and pen for journal writing.)

  27. robin andrea says:

    Dave– I’ve been in my own private hell these past few days and weeks, so I’ve not been reading or commenting at my usual favorites. I am so sorry to see that you are going on hiatus. Your unique, poetic voice will be missed. I hope your connection improves.

  28. Lorianne says:

    Oh, what a drag. Taking a voluntary blog hiatus is one thing; getting your Internet yanked out from under you is another. I hope you discover a positive benefit to being (temporarily) Internet-free.

  29. Keith says:

    Oh, you big baby. Spoiled by DSL? You!

    That does suck rocks. Hope your back soon.

  30. Lucy says:

    Oh no! A bientot!

  31. bill says:

    you’ll be back.

  32. beeractivist says:

    guess that leaves you with plenty of time for drinking.

    loved the photos of the orange things a couple weeks ago.

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