fast foo

I am in my tent at Foo Camp. It’s what Burning Man would be like if you held it in an office complex. This morning over bagels, I got to thank Kevin Kelly for starting Wired and changing my life.

It’s five to eleven. I can hear the contractually obligated drum circle (for it is written that, whenever two or three Californians come together, they will form a drum circle.) Julia is peacefully asleep. The only light comes from the screen of my iBook.

Ubiquitous Wifi is da bomb.

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