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If you have been to the Dew the last couple of days, you’ve probably noticed that we have had some technical issues – pages loading slowly, problems with sign in and comments and, at times, no site at all. It seems we have out grown our $7 a month server. Over the next week, we will be migrating the site to new, larger, more reliable, and, hopefully, much faster servers. Servers that come with technical support who actually answer the phone and speak Southern. We have also set up a CDN (Content Delivery Network) which mirrors the Dew on servers all over the world to feed the site scripts and images from a source closer – and faster – to where a visitor is. Finally, we are converting our cache system to a more sophisticated approach to take advantage of all this new technology. All to say, hang in there with us. It will get better soon.
In the meantime, if you have specific problems, let me know. Email: Lee@LikeTheDew.com
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