ATLANTA--
This is my first ever blogging from the road--something I hope to do a lot more of in the future. I know it's not such a big deal, something most bloggers do regularly. But me, I'm a virgin. It's that first time that's always the most special.
I'm in Atlanta, at an internet cafe, taking the evening off from the small Georgia town of Westpoint (near Columbus). The mother of my boyfriend Wallace died suddenly and we're down here making arrangements and beginning the process of mourning.
But we're taking the night off from such concerns tonight. Wallace is on my laptop doing a blog entry, and I'm in a booth doing same.
I've been jonesing for the internet for a few days now. I've had no connection in the house in Westpoint and no place really in town to connect. And now that we've made it here, I feel like I'm getting my fix.
More and more I adhere to the general stereotype of the blogger. Now I've become that person that gets the shakes when he is out of wireless range, and exclaims in exasperation at the lack of Starbucks in town to which I might repair with my laptop (that, of course, needs repair). Then again who needs Starbucks (don't generally care for the place myself): we found one here in Atlanta and of course you got to PAY to use wireless there. Anyway, I've become one of those people who can't spend too much time in a small town without getting antsy, jonesing for an opportunity to blog...
And with that I'll be signing off (and soon bushwhacking back to wireless-less Westpoint).
Posted by jeb at August 4, 2005 10:28 PM | TrackBackDon't worry, Jeb. Soon enough there will be a Starbucks in every small town in the USA (and world, for that matter). And then we can all pay to log online and mourn the end of the rainforests.
Posted by: marc at August 5, 2005 1:02 PM