During another travel binge last week (NYC,
Cincinnati, Corpus Christi), I was staying at the Athletic Club in New York. They supposedly have wireless. But the signal was scant, and I wasn’t able to get much done.
So I started walking around the hotel with my laptop, fishing for a stronger signal.
I found one. On top of the armoire. So I’m standing there, with my laptop at shoulder height, answering e-mail and surfing the web in spurts, until all the blood would run out of my hands and I’d have to take a break.
The next morning, my back and shoulders were sore from my high-wireless act. But the pain was nothing compared to the grief I would have suffered using a dial-up connection …
Now Playing: Broken Hearts Are For Assholes from the album Sheik Yerbouti by Frank Zappa
2 replies on “The high-wireless act”
You realize that a future generation (probably Gen Y) will laugh at the clumsy technology of their forefathers —- us. You walking around with your laptop in the air, looking for a signal, is the Information Age equivalent of getting out of the Model-T mid-trip to crank it up again.
Frank Zappa is in regular rotation on our terrestrially based WXCS low power FM radio station…broadcasting 90 glorious watts to Cambridge Springs and metro-Edinboro, PA…our studio has no internet service, so Bob, you’d be SOL if you needed to email anyone, or surf your favorite porn sites…