I'm currently stationed at the lovely St. Mark's Coffee House on 17th Street.

It's a beautful building, with that wonderful down-at-heal cool coffee house décor, great coffee, great music, and an interesting mix of clientelle. It has internet access.

However, as I discovered to my horror, the Internet access is not free. Unfortunately, I'd already got my coffee, before I found this out, so in a move that frankly goes against any sort of religion I might adhere to, I (gulp) paid for Internet access.

Yikes!

Happy Ending
My time run out on the paid service, I find that moving to the outside tables at the front, I can pick up someone's wireless network. What good neighbours! (or neighbors).

Meanwhile, Back In The World Of Radio Broadcasting...
Oh yeah, the radio show I did this morning went well, at least as far as the listeners were concerned. Behind the scenes, however, the technology poltergeists were messsing with every bit of equipment in the studio. Gits.

I did the 9am-noon show, and as ever, made it to the studio, just in time to go on air. Luckily I'm always armed with half a dozen CDs to get me started, so there was no break in the music.

Well, OK, there was... but that was about an hour and a half into the show, when yours truly was so engrossed in chatting to a fellow broadcaster, that I totally missed the end of what I was playing.

Amongst the calls from listeners, someone requested John Coltrane's, "A Love Supreme", and had the audacity to ask, "is there a live DJ in the studio?". I resisted giving him the usual Public Radio Broadcaster lecture that we're not DJ's we're "hosts" or "broadcasters", because frankly, this morning, I was so out of it, was more DJ than knowledgeable host.

My suspicion is that I'd accidentally picked up a decaffienated coffee at 7-Eleven.