Racing to make the blogging deadline for today, posting from my iPhone in an overheated hotel room. Being 'wireless', as long as battery life is limited, narrows your vision in the same way that illness does: you're looking for the next plug socket, the gap between conference sessions when you can recharge; you're scrambling for the seats nearest the wall. There was a long table down one side of the Great Hall, and half a dozen of us sat there because there were sockets; we called it the 'juice bar'. That juice is a strange addiction; a cocktail of power and communication, a need to feel connected, but all empty calories.
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