Our family will be stationed in New Brunswick, Canada, for a year for my wife's job. For freelancing me, it'll be what I've been describing as business as somewhat usual. Through the magic of broadband internet, VOIP, phone number portability and USB laptop modems, I wouldn't even have to get new business cards, were it not for the recent business-name change. Keeping business as-is simply wouldn't have been possible 20 years ago, and even 10 years ago it would have presented serious challenges. For all the times that I whine about technology, I count my blessings here.
It will be a test, of sorts. The time zone, three or four hours earlier than Phoenix depending on the time of year, should be an advantage for deadline work. (And I can use the help.) Much of my work is virtual anyway--I see many of my clients only occasionally or rarely, and some not at all. I am going to redouble my efforts to stay in touch with my loyal longtimers (thanks in advance, guys!) and do what I can to create new opportunities. Ejecting from my Phoenix Habitrail should help to finish my book. It should be an interesting journey in every respect.
Today's proposed route will take me from Christopher Creek (22 mi. east of Payson) to Santa Rosa, New Mexico, or possible good ole Amarillo, Texas. Yee haw!
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
"Mind if I plug in?"
The security lines at Sky Harbor were so slow that I didn't get a chance to eat before hopping on my flight. When I got into Las Vegas, I decided I'd grab a bite at a restaurant and check my email before heading to the Strip.
A few minutes after I booted up, a 50-ish lady comes over to me from her table, extending a white USB drive at arm's length. "Do you mind if I plug this into your USB port to charge it?" she asks. I couldn't even respond verbally, but apparently the look of utter, abject horror that crossed my face was enough of an answer.
"Yeah, that's probably not a good idea, is it? Sorry to bother you," she says, as I choked out a mumbled response to the effect of no big deal, I was about to shut down anyway.
You can draw your own conclusions about what, if anything, could be in someone's head before asking to engage in, um, let's just call it intimate USB relations with a total stranger. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, indeed.
A few minutes after I booted up, a 50-ish lady comes over to me from her table, extending a white USB drive at arm's length. "Do you mind if I plug this into your USB port to charge it?" she asks. I couldn't even respond verbally, but apparently the look of utter, abject horror that crossed my face was enough of an answer.
"Yeah, that's probably not a good idea, is it? Sorry to bother you," she says, as I choked out a mumbled response to the effect of no big deal, I was about to shut down anyway.
You can draw your own conclusions about what, if anything, could be in someone's head before asking to engage in, um, let's just call it intimate USB relations with a total stranger. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, indeed.
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