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August 18th, 2003The final inconvenience of the blackout was revealed this morning: no internet service at work for the next few days. I’m not sure why this happened or what we did to deserve it. I found myself constantly, habitually, going to check my email or look something up on the net and then being like, ‘fuck!!!!’ You could see the caginess in everyone else’s eyes as well…
Strangely, if you stand in one of the few ‘hot zones’ around the office with a WiFi enabled laptop you can pickup a signal from a neighboring office without needing a password. It’s a bit like dousing for water though and doesn’t lend itself easily to long internet reveries that eat up so much of the work day (oh, the whole day, anywhere, anytime).




