Okay, maybe they didn’t know this many people would be here. The place is packed. Not that many people with laptops or other wireless communicators. (Only a few serious nerds like me doing live-blogging.) We’re standing at the back of this gallery space—today’s revelation: Chinatown is full of art galleries!—and it’s hard to hear. Standing, typing, and listening is just too damn hard.

I wish the web connection were working, because then I could sit outside, blog, and not have to work so hard.

Darin says, “You’re right, you should only come to these things when you’re on the panel.”

Darin says I should title this, “I feel so alive.” I think he thinks I spend too much time on-line.

Here we are at Live from the Blogosphere in Chinatown. Even if this event is entirely boring, it got us out of the house on a Saturday night. (God, do Darin and I need lives.)

Later: Great—they put seats outside for the overflow crowd, and no speakers so that we could hear what was being said outside. So here we are, crammed in, standing. And in some cases, holding an iBook with one hand and typing with the other. Or, kneeling and balancing an iBook on one knee and typing.

Have I mentioned recently how totally bonzer the Internet is?

I mentioned yesterday our AirPort hub broke.

Last night, Dan Winkler, a guy who used to work with Darin and who reads NKA, offered to send us his old one so it would have a good home.

Whoo hoo! We’ll have wireless networking way before we manage to get our hands on Airport Extreme!