March 7th, 2009

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wi-fi

It's interesting how wi-fi (a term that I grudgingly use) varies from place to place. Right now I'm at Hy-Vee, which makes you go through a "yes, I agree" page and a "congratulations, you're connected" page... and then forces you to the graphics and flash-laden Hy-Vee web site. BLECH.

OK. Borders and Barnes and Noble, which make you pay for wi-fi, are worse, and IHOP, which may or may not have wi-fi on at the manager's whim, are vastly worse.

OTOH, I can't vouch for all franchisees, but... at least in Clive, IA, if you have some serious browsing to do, go to Shane's Rib Shack. I went there, and speedtest.net showed download speeds that are better than I usually get from my supposed 8 Mb/s cable modem hookup at home. Sweet!

..except that I still have a little bit of the BBQ sauce stain on the touchpad.

P.S. Perhaps we can get market forces to work for us. If you're considering going to IHOP,  call ahead and ask, "Is your wi-fi on?" If they answer "No," say "That's too bad. I was thinking of going there, but I won't now."
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Writer's Block: Comped

What's the best compliment you've ever received?
The best compliment I've ever received was non-verbal. Years ago, at a performance by the incredible a cappella group The Bobs at, of all places, the Ingersoll Dinner Theater, friends with whom I sang at the time and I managed to get a group of seats in the front row. It was an incredible evening, and a bit before intermission, they sang the hilarious "Slow Down Krishna". There was an audience participation section, and after an iteration or two of the chorus, I caught on to a bit of contrary motion in a harmony line that amateurs like me wouldn't think of but that fit perfectly. I sang it, and then Joe Bob, an excellent singer and a cappella percussionist who had spent some time with Bobby McFerrin's Voicestra and, after his stint with The Bobs, went on to be part of the current incarnation of The Diamonds, looked at me, smiling, and gave me thumbs up.

I will never, ever forget that. Thank you, Mr. Finetti.