As
I write this today, I am sitting in the emergency room with a friend
who is horribly ill with some food-borne illness. It's not a bad place
to write from: relatively quiet, cool, ample power for my laptop. There
is no wireless network, but I think there's one nearby I can walk to.
Now
that I have been exposed to this nasty infection, I felt I needed to
apply some severe VAXinations. Thus, today, we have our daily dose of
vitamin V in the form of a Vax Station 3800. this poor machine is long
gone, recycled and ground up into base elements to satisfy the needs of
rabid commodity speculation. The DEC Stations looked just like this
machine, and all of them had little plastic skirts on the bottom hiding
some non-rotating wheels. Great little computers for surfing. That's
surfing as in “Standing on top of it and riding it while someone
pushes,” not surfing as in “can run a Web browser.”