Greetings from SFO

Greetings from the San Francisco International Airport.

It's kind of strange to be sitting up against a wall, on the floor, and have access to my server at home. Oh, I know how it all works, I mean c'mon, look at me. I'm a big nerd. It's that my “world” is becoming more and more accessible.

I've spent the last few years internetting my world, in the form of wireless access. Since Apple came out with the original Airport Basestation (I think that was sometime in the mid-1970s), I've done wireless, and I've helped to 'enable' various favorite places to have wireless access, too. Cafe Commons, the HLP, the boyfriend, all have wireless, and those are some of my favorite places on the planet.

So i opted to spend ten bucks to get 24 hours worth of access to the t-mobile network. Of that allotment, I'll use about an hour's worth while I wait for the plane to board, to take me to where I belong (by that I just mean “with Sam”, not “Tucson” ).

Am I addicted to access? Or do I just need access to my addiction? I'm gonna go with the former. I know me.