Wormholes in a wireless world.

webcam-->laptop-->socket modem-->cellular phone-->satellite-->ftp host-->here (virtually for IE browsers or there under *More Stuff* for Netscape)

1) dial up.
2) start cam.
3) load laptop into targus backpack.
4) secure cell phone in pack also, keep cam in hand or clipped to vest pocket.
5) hit the road.

Remember Stephen King's Stand and the character TrashCanMan. 

 I'm about to become Xanga's WebCamMan.

When I pay too much attention to technology, I get creatively insipid in a non-technological sense.  But really, there's no reason for that.  I've never understood why someone going for a slam dunk on a basketball court can't be composing a sonnet at the same time.  Maybe they are!  Or why a heart surgeon doing a bypass can't be visually recalling last night's lovemaking?  Or why a soldier running through potentially dangerous jungle muck can't be mentally studying for an organic chemistry test?  Why do we think we must remained focused on but one accomplishment in order to maximize our attainment? 

My single-second multi-tasking fantasy for today: slicing Osama bin Laden's neck with a dagger in one hand and throwing beads to a Mardi Gras babe with the other while singing "hi ho, hi ho...it's off to work we go" and visualizing world peace while yet anticipating some naughty for tonight.