As I passed a little café today, I noticed that they had an 802.11 wireless hotspot. Inside, a woman with a sleek little notebook computer happily surfed the web with a tall, foamy beverage on the side. And I thought to myself, I want to try that.
Sure, my Dell laptop is a little too chunky to be fashionable, and doesn’t sport the cool glowing-apple logo on the lid, but I could relax in a pleasant atmosphere and… do whatever it is that I usally do at home in a more comfortable chair. I guess I’d read the news sites or something. E-mail? I could log onto my favourite multiplayer game, I suppose, although it would be dead slow.
Even though I occasionally see the bohemian-geek in the corner of Lugz or The Grind or Starbucks or Blenz, typing out their manifesto-poem/one-act socio-eco-political play, I couldn’t possibly focus on writing with so many distractions.
It might be more relaxing to sit with a newspaper instead of a keyboard and screen. And at home, instead of a hard chair. Ah, screw it. I’m not going wireless.