Right now, I'm typing this entry while dining on a bagel at a nearby cafe. I pretty much got talked into buying this wireless PC card for the Toshiba I fixed a few days ago. Amazingly enough, it arrived a day earlier than I expected. Had I not overslept and left for class when I was supposed to, I'd have to figure out how to get to the local Airborne Express pick up site — which would have been a bit more difficult since they have changed their name to DHL while I wasn't looking. I'll probably find out within the next week that the reason the card costs under $20 before rebate is that it will self destruct in 30 days or so. But until then, I can go out and eat lunch and also surf online, IM people and continue to use this journal to show the world how much of an idiot I am. And in the cafe with me is about three or four more people working on laptops...plus a guy with a PDA which may or may not be connected to the internet. That's good for a cafe that has opened up not more than a year ago, in this neighborhood whuch has been classified as a candidate for urban renewal because of blight. It also helps that across the street, while Borders does offer WiFi access, they charge $40 a month or $6 an hour through T-Mobile, while it is free in here. (OK, it's subsudized by the cost of the food — hopefully.)
Anyway, in something completely unrelated, I'm reading this piece in Slate on how the keep thy maiden name movement is fizzling, thanks in part to not knowing what to call the kids, but also because there is no longer a stigma to women working in places where you can wear pants and pantsuits, and there is also less of a stigma of working women to become mothers.