I’m intrigued by mention of your interest in the potential of wireless computing — in your email, John. On one hand, I think it’s a boon. In the afternoon, I often sit out at the southern end of our workshop portal. My laptop and a pitcher of icewater on the picnic table. Boombox down the other end — a little Thelonius Monk or Miles. Very often, I’m working my way back through 10 years of essays on humanism and science at edge.com. Sometimes, working on a digital photo file. Sometimes, wandering lost cyber-trails. 80211.G, Linksys Speed Booster version.

I know folks in town without access to broadband connections who are experimenting with betas of reasonably quick cellular pipes. Sat, recently, in a client’s kitchen while he switched his widescreen Viewsonic monitor from the HD movie he was watching [TiVo’d] over to the corporate website of one of the firms I represent. Ran the Flash demos pretty quick.

That grows and goes anywhere geeks or corporations wander.

On the other hand, I also joke to folks about a sci-fi story I read, 45-50 years ago. The elderly heroic scientist built his home underground and only appeared in the light of day or night [they both glowed!] wearing a lead-lined union suit. For all the RF. Anyone think about that, anymore?