Virtual UN:

You never know what you're going to have to do next in public radio. Today the kitchen table is covered by five laptops with three different operating systems and four different wireless network interfaces running off the router stolen from my home and trying to share the printer stolen from my office. This is a little like an Australian, a Cajun, a Pakastani, and a Bronx cabby trying to explain the doctrine of the trinity to an Irish bartender. They all speak English, don't they? Nobody at the station gets to eat sitting down until it's done. Still the ambience is good. The studio was occupied by flamenco musicians this morning, and some saint dropped off a carton of baby donuts to absorb all this coffee. Despite the technical challenges a poor English major may encounter here, it's better than the fallback task, scraping my way through three feet of annual report with nothing but desperation and a sharpened spoon. Let's see--what happens if I click this icon...?