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I’m posting this live from the bus, wirelessly connected to the “Super 8″ network a few miles from the Lincoln Tunnel. Not a bad place to be stuck in traffic.

My right knee, stiff and sore from what must have been a forgetful incident, is propped on the seat beside me. To divert attention from my strange, yoga-like position, I whipped out my laptop. That’s when I noticed my little wireless indicator coming to life, like a child silently waking from a peaceful nap.

My Inbox just dinged to signal the delivery of new mail. It’s spam, but that’s irrelevent. I’m so happy, I could go to super8.com and reserve a room. A thank you for making this moment possible.

Ah, and there’s the Super 8 sign. Skeevy discount motel chain, I salute you.

As far as writing an interesting post, I’ve got nothing. And I fear we’re inching out of Super 8’s range. But how great will it be when this novelty wears off and everywhere is wireless?

[P.S. By the time I hit 'Save' to post, the bus was beyond the magical internet capabilities of the Super, Super 8. No other hotel filled the wireless void between Weehawken and New York. I'm posting this from work, where the novelty of an internet connection wore off eight years ago.]