The Editor's Back Fence
New: Not much to report as yet, still
Technology, technology, technology! All the adjuncts we've been able to contrive to make our lives easier just seem to add another level of confusion to what is already inevitable. My friend Kelly pointed out that there's a whole generation now that doesn't remember when things worked. True, we didn't have many things to malfunction, but when you picked up the telephone it was right there, dial tone and all, and even in the old old days of my childhood summers in rural Michigan with a nice lady to help you call from the party line.
It turns out that editing on an IPad with a tetchy wi-fi signal in a hotel built in 1901 is suboptimal. My apologies to writers whose pieces are not yet posted.
Today my first priority has been to post the articles about what's happening back in good ol' Berkeley which diligent citizens have sent in. Then, if and when the wi-fi works better at my next stop, I'll try to record my own musings of the difference between Here, Now and There, Then.
