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Sunday, June 02, 2002

Ravioli Net

I couldn't help but wonder what my neighbors were thinking, watching me climb up that ladder, holding a tripod with a large ravioli can strapped to it, long cables trailing back into the house from which sonar-like bip bip sounds were emanating...

As soon as I got the can above the roof, pointed roughly in the direction of Doug's house a third of a mile away, I started hearing pongs between the bips--replies from the other ravioli can mounted to the tripod on his roof. I situated my tripod, climbed back down, and sent an email to Doug--just like when I was a kid with two cans and a string, except now there's no string. Ah, progress.

Now we can set up streaming video and stuff between our houses.

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