Wifi World

I used to ask myself what we used to do when we didn't have the internet. How did we answer burning questions like, "How many movies did Tom Hanks do with Meg Ryan?" or "What's the new exhibit at the Smithsonian?"

Now I ask myself what we used to do when we didn't have internet in the car. In the living room. In Starbucks. Wifi has made life so much easier... what's next? Internet in my glasses, so I don't even have to look at a monitor? Wikipedia installed in my brain, so I don't have to type in "Brazil" to find out what lives in a kapok tree?

Last year, when we went to South Carolina, we experienced the utter bliss of having wifi in the condo. I don't know whose wifi it was, and I don't care. Maybe the neighbors'. Maybe some magical unicorn on the roof was emitting the golden signal from its twisty horn. All I know is that instead of putzing around with a dial-up connection that was powered by hamsters running in a rusty wheel, we had smooth, beautiful, glorious wifi night and day.

Here we sit, Dan and I, with our laptops in our laps, watching TV. No wires, no waiting. Whatever's next -- great. In my opinion, wifi is as good as it gets.