Coffee Shops and Computer Labs

I am in my studio sitting at my bistro table. Why? Because this means that I am not surrounded by the slurping of latte-halfcrap-shot-soy-decaf from outstanding law-abusing citizens that hoard free wireless access at my morning watering hole. The cool part is most are paying for it at home anyway. Listen, I fully realize the need to get out and stretch the legs, view the dispicable public, and contribute in some small way to the local economy, but go home and work on your soon-to-be award winning screenplay. Do a few laps around Barnes and Noble.

The outcastic feeling that surrounds my degraded soul as I enter a place of caffeine worship stems from my lack of desire to fit in with everybody else. To "plug and play" with the rest of the kids. Nope, not me. I like to sit down, read the paper, eat a pastry and enjoy the serene indie music (probably some smokin' bistro-chics boyfriend's band). But no. It's keystrokes, Inbox chimes, and someone's own overplayed teen bop sewage. The refuge has become the jungle.

Then, there are those that can't afford wireless internet and lounge for hours. Spending $2 over a six hour period, oggling attractive female grad students, and tipping 10 cents. Not before too long, this will be like the health care debate we see today: free universal high speed internet. Michael Moore will direct and it will titled: "Wired! What's wrong with America's Internet Connection?"