Our own security model
What’s worse than “unpaid overtime”? How about spending it alone, in a classroom. Almost as bad as being kept in at recess, except that this was really after school. Somebody in the house stayed behind to hang up student projects from a very high ceiling, and once again the role of guardian angel fell to me and the kid. After all, since we were already home (where the heart is), we might as well pretend to be the “eye in the sky” for safety’s sake.
A combination of Skype and some webcams allow such an exercise, and we even had audio, so that we (the angels) could hear the sound of a ladder dragging on a cement floor. Not exactly musical, unless industrial raves are your thing. After a couple of hours, I was glad to see a familiar name pop up on the “now online” window. Actually, not so familiar, because the idea of VOIP is a new one in my friend’s neighbourhood. Thanks to the rapid expansion of high speed to certain sections of the Island, he’s jumped from slow dialup to something that allowed us to “chew the rag” (an old amateur radio reference) for close to an hour.
I know, I wasn’t watching the ladder dance, but nothing happened. How many times can that be said in one lifetime? For what it’s worth, I did reconnect to the school in time to get a supper menu prepared, and another person has joined my circle of Skypites. Is that a word? I’ll have to renew for next year in a couple of weeks. After all, telephony should be used for things other than ordering pizza or taking messages for the rest of the family.
