the connectivity dread

I finally am back online today. ATT supports this modem, not that modem etc… This network password, that e-mail password (same ID to confuse the issue).

Two billion people. All have to go through the ramp to the cloud.

This company wants to collect toll. That company wants to authenticate users, sets up their e-mail addresses to lock them in etc…

But it’s worth it. To be back online. To search, to “status” and to “like” again.

Many people doubt the feasibility and worthiness of net community, now that we have the means and the motive to share.

Billions of blogs, web pages etc….

The Net is definitely something we cannot live without.

Try to go off grid for a week. Then you will feel the isolation, the unexplainable urge to log on, to connect and to be in the know.

Still, I fret the pain of trying to save two hundred dollars for the tech to show up inside the house.

The tech support will gladly offer in-language support in Spanish (obviously, he speaks with an Indian accent, perhaps would be glad to transfer the caller to the right language group).

How did those Egyptians got connectivity that enabled them to pull off the Jasmine Revolution? Did they sit there for hours on end, trying to get the modem to work .

Meanwhile, Fry’s and CompUSA will be glad to sell you modems, said to be compatible with major ISP’s including ATT.

Just for you to put it back in the box for a return and exchange.

Vendors and ISP’s don’t work together. Finger-pointing (network vs equipment manufacturers).

As soon as we got settled in and comfortable with our set-up, the industry is moving to the cloud, rendering all the wiring and connectivity we tried so hard to set up, obsolete.

Welcome to the age of web connectivity, wireless connectivity and virtual connectivity. Everybody will be alone, and no one will be alone. Any time any place. As Sprint CEO said in his commercial, “why limit yourself”.

I think he was talking to me, since I was the only one watching the commercial from the living room last night. He wasn’t alone, and neither was I.


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