By Ron Bell
8:25 a.m.: on the way to an early meeting with the new boss. What topics will she cover? Last week’s email bulletin comes up quickly on the handheld. While poring over lines of text, the jostling train commute becomes more tolerable, if a bit cramped: sharing space with a slim, sexy laptop and friendly, rather large person named Pat who works in the office down the hall. Wait — was the name Pat or Sandy? No matter, just nod and smile, we’re almost there.
8:28 a.m.: standing at the front entrance to the office building. A frigid shock of panic strikes: the notebook! Gone. Never realized the shirt collar was so bloody tight, the necktie a noose. Where does Sandy, no Pat, where does this person work: an office phone number, perhaps? Long forgotten. Wait, the cell phone address book, under “S.” No, that’s not it. Look under “P.” Ah, there it is. “Yes,” comes the ever-so-cheerful response, “I picked it up after you rushed out in such a hurry. But to ensure its safe and pleasant return,” the voice concludes sweetly, “we absolutely must spend a pleasant hour together for lunch.”
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Generally speaking, technology is my friend, providing me gadgets with which to play and a website to keep in touch with friends, family and fans. All such things, however, leave a trace of where you have been.
Apple’s iPod is all over the news each and every day. The most popular music playing device on the planet gets more news media than the most popular person. Today is no different.
I was told that people are like computers. We have biological hard drives in our brain, we perform computations (sometimes we’re incorrect –ask my algebra teacher), and we can crash every now and then. The next logical step is to integrate human computers [brains] and traditional computers. 
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