Josh Kinberg was on NY1 TV for Yury's Magic Bike.
It seems that wireless is spreading himself like a cock in a hen house. This will hopefully spawn more wireless moments in the subway.
Here is the link
http://www.magicbike.net/subway/magicbike_ny1.html
Here is the video of the NY1 segment on Magicbike's big moment last week.
Its about 6 MB, so please be patient while loading. Enjoy.
I realized how one sided the previous blog was. In fact; wireless works indoors. We all know that. It works almost everywhere in the city and beautiful places like the indoors.
The problem is; you can only see through windows -- and you want to get out there somehow.
Grass is always greener when you field of gold. IS LIFE GOOD WITH WALLS or Boundaries... don't you want to cross them.
Its like the best vanilla ice cream in the world. But sometimes you crave chocolate.
Why is this blog called "Wireless Love?"
I'll tell you because no one else will listen and I can't talk to anyone. Because I was infatuated with WIFI or what it was all about.
Freedom and possibilites and most of all HOPE.
It was romantic ... what dreams are made up. It had soft lips and a kind heart, and went with you everywhere.
But like all things that seem so good - it eventually bytes you in the ass. It makes you feel unworthy, used and disappointed, AS WINTER SETS IN... you can no longer go outside and play in the sun. You are no longer free to be held by the warmth of its arms and listen to the music all over the city; Pretending that it will never end; feeling like a happy child. Builds you up in the dreams of becoming something, of being something; then decides that its not interested and although you've been great...it moves on and hopes you respect it in the morning. What a bitch.
Your left with your land line; with tethered wires and Error messages. The land line is pretty and has a shiny package and seems more appealing than before. Stabilty.
But it doesn't matter - you miss the freedom, you miss the sun on your face, the trees blowing and the people walking by. You miss it all; and being with the tethered machine only reminds you more of what you held so dear during the heat of the sun. You remember when you wake up and hold the desktop to your fingers, you rember as you take a sip of water, you rember when you IM, when you use your camera
The violin plays on....
The nights get colder and the desktop machine grows bitter; knowing that you betrayed it with a moment in the sun with your WIFI love. It gives you error messages, crashes over and over, becomes inoperable, or just weeps with funny sounds//// It interrupts your work, your focus, your dreams and offers you another. Stability, a comfortable chair, and a gaurantee it won't rain on you.
The WIFI moves on; not knowing or understanding the torment you have become accustomed to over the past few months. You would rather be beaten with a belt then deal with the all the trouble the romance has caused. It is bitter sweet and you look to it to give you a sign that everything is ok; that it will treat you like a friend again. But it ignores you. You wait for the sun.
Where wireless love and happiness flurish
