Genuinely Ubiquitous Computing Spreads Like Warm Vaseline.

It Was Hot, The Night We Burned Chrome.

Somehow I Think That If Toronto Had Been Forced To Wait A Decade [from 80th], It Would Be A Better Looking City.

I've Gone To Big Stadium Rock Concerts At Some Artist's Invitation, And There's This Invariable, Fascinating And Rather Sad Situation Of Concentric Circles Of Availability. There Are Green Rooms Within Green Rooms Literally Within Green Rooms. There Are Seven Or Eight Degrees Of Exclusivity, And Within Each Circle Of Exclusivity, Everyone Is So Happy To Be There, And They Don't Know That The Next Level Exists.

It Doesn't Matter How Fast Your Modem Is If You're Being Shelled By Ethnic Separatists.

The Future Is Already Upon Us, It Is Just Unevenly Distributed.