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  •     There were maybe 30 of us at GeekHampton in Sag Harbor the other night, watching a PowerPoint presentation on how to spot an Internet “phishing” scam.

        Not a virus, not a bug, not a worm, not even the so-called “Nigerian 419” shakedown (419 is the number of the Nigerian Criminal Code section dealing with fraud — thank you, Wikipedia), where somebody in Lagos urgently desires to give you a big chunk of his rich uncle’s money in exchange for a little of yours to bribe it out of the country.

  •    On Memorial Day 2011, Fran Castan wrote searingly in this newspaper of the death of her first husband, the Look magazine war correspondent Sam Castan, killed by enemy fire in the highlands of Vietnam, just an hour’s plane ride away from their apartment in Hong Kong. Traumatized, she fled the British colony, where they had happily settled short months before, and returned to the United States, carrying their 13-month-old toddler and a weight of buried memories that would surface many years later in her award-winning poetry.

  •     While public libraries everywhere are adapting more or less effectively to the many challenges posed by the technological revolution, the East Hampton Library — known not so very long ago for its dusty stacks, once-a-year book sales, and “Shhh, quiet, please” admonitions — is fast becoming a pacesetter among its peers. Not only is it keeping up with digital change, it is running a step or two ahead.

  • Here is the charming seaside cottage that everyone dreams of owning — until they live in it for a while, and realize that in addition to those attractive glass doorknobs and great old clawfoot tub it has a single electric outlet in each small bedroom, tiny or nonexistent closets, and low ceilings just right for their great-grandparents’ generation.
  •     Indie, activist, hip, smart, relevant? Then you will want to know that the Feminist Press, a nonprofit literary publishing house that takes pride in being all that and more, is holding its annual Hamptons fund-raiser on Sunday, and that B. Smith’s restaurant on Long Wharf in Sag Harbor is the place for the like-minded to be.

  • The mother of Mr. Wasserstein’s sixth child, Sky Wasserstein, has sued the older children for access to the estate, known as Cranberry Dune
  •    My iPhone 4 fell out of my back pocket and into the toilet.
        Three things raced through my mind when I heard the splash: Get it out! Dry it off! I can’t believe this is happening!
        I grabbed a towel and rubbed, and then I did what you are never, ever supposed to do when your cellphone gets wet: turned it on.
        A flicker of life! The little Apple silhouette — glowing, otherwordly — appeared . . . and vanished.

  • Quietly, with an absence of fanfare or formal announcement, Gurney’s Inn has changed hands.
  •    Karen Kluglein’s pleasant life fell apart in the year 2000, when her husband, a landscape contractor working with big-name East End architects, died suddenly at the age of 44, leaving her with a 4-year-old daughter, a mile-high stack of medical bills, and a career that had started going south just around the time the child was born.

  • Any day now, with the scut work over and a vast pile of 1950s rubble trucked away, they’ll be bringing in a load of steel support beams, and the enormous task of turning the falling-down shell of Thomas Moran’s East Hampton Village house back into the eccentric showplace it used to be will get under way for real.

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