wi-fi

I’m sitting in Toscanini’s on Main Street and they’re playing If You’re Feeling Sinister, which is my favorite album of the last ten years, since the previous holder of that title has slipped out of the ten year window. Yikes. When did I get old? Ah, I know. February 2. That’s when.

Anyway, there’s nothing worth much on the new B&S album, except for one song (“San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play / Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay?”).

What I intended to do before I was distracted was to point out that I’m posting this from a coffee shop, because they have free wi-fi internet access. Just because I can. Speaking of “the medium is the message”. The snazzy new laptop (which technically belongs to The Company, not me) has a Centrino wireless chip, and it’s very nice. I had free access in the Marriott lobby in Chicago for Doug’s bachelor party last weekend. I was also using the free access in Irving’s in State College the weekend before. It’s great. I never have to go through Internet withdrawal now.

The other thing I wanted to point out was the historical connection between coffee and information.

Now that you know how Hip and With It I am, with my fancy wi-fi and my indie rock, you may all resume your lives.