Popping corks and sending e-mail via Entourage

Sharon Bowman

Sharon Bowman
This is a tale of wine and computing.

My eyes have not missed the fact that many people hereabouts seem to know one or two things about computer issues. I have one such issue, right now. Do not tell anyone, but I am currently surfing on "borrowed" wifi.

Hold on. I had some wines, too.

NV Larmandier Bernier "Terre de Vertus" - I get a little shudder whenever I come back to the Cte des Blancs. This is the first time I've had this champagne outside the lineup of the producer's other offerings, so it was interesting to see it work its charms on its own, and not be the curious, slightly backward cousin of Vieille Vigne de Cramant. A full and very expressive nose transits into a first flush of chalky chardonnay and then that Vertus weirdness, something a little sunnier and fatter, that slips into a wiry finish. Good lord, nice bubble.

So, here I am using a MacBook purchased just about a year ago, and a 2004 version of Microsoft Office, which of course includes the e-mail program Entourage. Not only is Entourage not compatible with files from the PC program of the same ilk, "Outlook" (this is not usually a problem, but one does wonder why that should be so), but all such programs seem to require ridiculous knowledge, viz. the address of an SMTP server to send outgoing mail.

2004 Paolo Bea Montefalco Rosso "San Valentino" - Ooh, silkily complex, Northern Rhnish wine. (Shh, I know my idiom is France, people; please do work with me, here.) On the palate, this wine, while young, is strikingly vibrant and open. Slightly reductive but just as appealingly tentacular, it stretches out into fruit and forest. It makes me think of a really good Cte Rtie or of an unsulfured Allemand Cornas. Silken fruit. Gorgeous depth.

Now, with my e-mail account, which is French and ends in the tag .fr, I do have the possibility of using webmail. But, oh, my friends, and oh, my enemies! if you should see that webmail site, and the slaughter it does to my outgoing messages (cutting off lines, losing messages because when I hit send it refreshes the page and requests me to enter my password again, etc.), not to mention its pre-technological slowness, you would hold my hand in embittered solidarity. This is why I use Entourage and drink to excess.

1990 Antinori Tignanello - An appealing nose of somewhat matured Bordeaux, here. Let's sip, huh? Oh. Uh-oh. Wow. Square-jawed, lumbering, oaky, candied, spoofy! Spoof city! Am I in Italy or am I in Argentina? Or in Bernard Magrez's back shed?

So, I can enter the account information into Entourage for receiving my mail, and I do this fine. But now, as the identity of the SMTP server of my generously lent wifi connection is unknown to me, I cannot configure outgoing mail. Which means that when I respond to a message from someone, I have to copy and paste into the webmail browser and everything gets jumbled around and takes half an hour and I don't finish my work and creditors are banging on my door.

1971 Chteau Palmer - Who says I never drink Bordeaux? Who says I only drink Bordeaux when I've been wined up with Larmandier-Bernier and some gorgeous Northern Rhnish red? In any event, this was the stuff. The juice. The niceness. The older tobacco-leafy, underbrush, tertiary, leather, lovely, old-plum fineness. Long on the palate and tender. Gorgeous.

Therefore, I get to my question: is there any other way of configuring or discovering an SMTP server so that my life and sanity will be safe and secure? I don't want to configure it to GMail, because that will require me to "send" from the GMail account I will have created only for that purpose, though the "reply-to" address may be my French one. This will confuse everyone and dilute my hard-won sense of self.

Many thanks.
 
Have you used email software that has not required you to provide a server -- SMTP or otherwise -- through which to send email? One that uses, I dunno, packet-switched carrier pigeons or something?

Sorry, I can't help myself. Anyway, the SMTP address should, by rights, be that of your provider, not your anonymous wifi benefactor. That said, your unwitting host's service may not allow this particular transaction due to security settings, in which case you're pretty much stuck with some form of webmail.

Good luck, and thanks for the notes.
 
2004 Paolo Bea Montefalco Rosso "San Valentino" -...Northern Rhnish wine. (Shh, I know my idiom is France, people; please do work with me, here.)

1990 Antinori Tignanello

Italian?

Huh?

Do you have a fever, madame? Or did The Motherland run out of wine?

It seems so completely....alien. But idiom broadening can work wonders on the palate. Was your Bea any cheaper than what we pay stateside?
 
Thor, Jeff: that is not exactly true. I entered the SMTP of my own provider, and a gleeful test message to myself came through with shining colors. But, more sinisterly, a subsequent e-mail to Chris Coad* did not go through at all, and I was told, "Authentication failed because Entourage doesn't support any of the available authentication methods."

*Not to dispute authentication claims of my own self.
 
What are the other choices on the panel where you provide the SMTP server name?

Belay that.

With a bit of Googling, here are some possibilities for what is going on:

1. Your stolen line does not have the SMTP port (usually, 25) open.
2. Your provider has changed whether it needs an authenticated connection.
3. Your 'sending' credentials don't match your 'receiving' credentials.

Nothing much you can do about #1. Maybe try port 465, maybe ask your provider what the right number is?

You can play with #2 by checking/un-checking the box.

Ditto for #3.
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
Thor, Jeff: that is not exactly true. I entered the SMTP of my own provider, and a gleeful test message to myself came through with shining colors. But, more sinisterly, a subsequent e-mail to Chris Coad* did not go through at all, and I was told, "Authentication failed because Entourage doesn't support any of the available authentication methods."

*Not to dispute authentication claims of my own self.

OK, Sharon, your problem is not one of an unknown SMTP server, but rather an authentication problem. Either post your settings here (server name, port number, TLS enabled, etc.) or email me them and I'll be able to supply you with an answer that means something. Almost certainly the problem is this: almost noone permits SMTP traffic to their server over port 25 from anything outside of their own IP space. The reason for this is that spammers use that feature ("relaying") to send their spam out to the great unknown. For that reason, if you're not connected to the Internet using your ISP, you have to connect to your ISP's server using TLS (Transport Level Security) on a port other than 25 (usually 587). Details upon inspection of your settings and server.

Mark Lipton
 
Yeah, what Mark said. Theresa has this problem all the time while on business travel. Hence frequent recourse to web-based mail.
 
originally posted by MarkS:
Italian?

Huh?

Do you have a fever, madame? Or did The Motherland run out of wine?

Weird, huh? I've tried to branch out into countries unknown. Though apparently, as in the Godfather, the Northern Rhne just keeps pulling me back in.

originally posted by MLipton:
OK, Sharon . . .

Mark Lipton

Mark Lipton was able to resolve the problem! A rafter of spam for all!

With honorable mention to the devisings of Jeff Grossman and Thor.
 
I'm still working on getting the whole Sharon Bowman "Entourage" thing down. I've been mulling it over for a few days.

So far my analysis of the "entourage":

Sharon: defintely Vince
Coad: E (indisputable, even if vlm claims "Johnny Drama")
Kane: Turtle or Johnny Drama? (I'm leaning "Turtle")
Ari?:

I'm working on Lipton's role in the cast.

I may have missed a few of the technical software details above.

Carry on.
 
Once again, something has gone afoul, and after comfortable outgoing mail use for some time, this morning, the thing sticks in the Outbox and a sinister square pops up on the screen, informing me:

5.7.1 user-0cdfp40.cable.mindspring.com[24.215.228.128]: Client host rejected: Access denied

I had been using the 587 override. What now?! 465 and 25 both fail. If anyone can help, please do not sit mute at the keyboard.

Otherwise, I drank 2000 Fourrier Gevrey-Chambertin 1er Cru Clos St-Jacques. I am much liking the 2000s from Burgundy at this point. Here was a wily thing, all coiled at first, with bursting pockets of cherried depth, unfurling magnificently into smoothness. Super length. It probably would have been even better if I hadn't drunk it so hastily. But sometimes you can't help yourself.
 
The error message let me know the service (MindSpring), so their SMTP server works.

Wine reverie to follow.

Eric Texier's 2005 Chteauneuf-du-Pape Blanc is a thing for very, very good children indeed.
 
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
Never mindThe error message let me know the service (MindSpring), so their SMTP server works.

Wine reverie to follow.

Eric Texier's 2005 Chteauneuf-du-Pape Blanc is a thing for very, very good children indeed.
I am a big fan of that, I wish I could find some to buy.
 
originally posted by Marc D:
originally posted by Sharon Bowman:
Never mindThe error message let me know the service (MindSpring), so their SMTP server works.

Wine reverie to follow.

Eric Texier's 2005 Chteauneuf-du-Pape Blanc is a thing for very, very good children indeed.
I am a big fan of that, I wish I could find some to buy.

Chambers st. has it. So does Sokolin.
 
originally posted by Bwood:
I'm still working on getting the whole Sharon Bowman "Entourage" thing down. I've been mulling it over for a few days.

So far my analysis of the "entourage":

Sharon: defintely Vince
Coad: E (indisputable, even if vlm claims "Johnny Drama")
Kane: Turtle or Johnny Drama? (I'm leaning "Turtle")
Ari?:

I'm working on Lipton's role in the cast.

I may have missed a few of the technical software details above.

Carry on.

Fuck you, jb. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I'm fucking Ari and don't you fucking forget it you fucking little Tennessee fucking hick.

We can fucking hug it out next time you're in fucking frisco.

Now fuck off.
 
originally posted by Scott Kraft:
Fuck you, jb. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I'm fucking Ari and don't you fucking forget it you fucking little Tennessee fucking hick.

We can fucking hug it out next time you're in fucking frisco.

Now fuck off.
No sushi for you.
 
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