anyway… Mark, I was just having a similar conversation with someone who was attending the same conference as I. She brought her laptop. I decided to rely on the business ctr which turned out to be two terminals – only one of which would work at a time …

and don’t get me started on bluetooth…does anyone actually think that’s a marketing plus anymore?

I just looked at videos on Brightcove last night..what a waste of that medium. Remember when mobile phones were new and someone would call you while they were mowing the lawn, just because they could? A guy was reviewing a cookbook in a video. No cooking, no shots of the pages, the recipes…like a presenter who reads his ppt bullets to you…

Oy.

These notes are dispersed over a paper notebook (and my handwriting is now, officially, atrocious), some notes I entered into my Tungsten (which technically could be Wi-Fi compatible but the company is going under and no longer makes the card.) I think there might be a reminder recorded on a little digital recorder thingee my husband bought me in a sweet attempt to help bridge the platform gaps.

I carried the Tungsten and folding keyboard to travel light and left the laptop at home, comforted by the promise of a business center.

I also have some notes in in emails I sent to myself from various “24/7″ hotel business centers, where connectivity was patchy and many guests awaited use of the one or two terminals…rather than hog the one terminal that was working, slowly, I thought I’d send a note and that would remind me later, at home, of what I wanted to write.

well, you get the picture. Or, not.

As the current example may help illuminate, I hold the following truths to be self-evident:
1. wi-fi, web 2.0, bluetooth and other promises are still largely unfulfilled (my phone, PDA and computer are all sold as “capable” or “enabled” but…
2. potential does not equal reality
3. writing in pjs is still the M.O. most often deployed by me and many other freelancers I know;
4. this is not a visual that would entertain or titillate any of you – I guarantee it.

Of course, in print I could tell you I’m a 19 y.o. blonde in something very slinky. Do you really want the truth? I’m in mismatched sweats with an orange tabby on my lap. I’m far north of 19 though I wash up pretty well on a good day. That day is not today.

No dear reader, I spare you the truth. You can’t handle the truth. For now I give you the gift of text (only).

Cheers,
Jacqueline Church