Greetings from the Big Apple.
I've been here for several days now, after a fun adventure with Jet Blue trying to get here, and I'm pretty sure I've already gained several pounds, what with all the pizza and Italian cuisine and sushi and gyros I've consumed.
Of course, sitting in all-day meetings hasn't helped, so it's a good thing I've gone out and run the NYC marathon course every evening to get some exercise.
That was a joke, of course. The last exercise I did in NYC was when I was an NYC bike messenger, and in the last routine I perfectly executed there was a pirouhette from the seat of my bicycle into the cab door, and on down onto Park Avenue and into the back of an ambulance to Bellevue Hospital.
That was in July 1986, about the same time that the fax machine started the long, slow decline of the bike messenger business in NYC and beyond.
Eventually, we also saw the long, slow decline of the fax machine.
Everywhere in the world.
Except, according to this morning's NY Times, in Japan, where the love affair with the fax machine continues to this date, despite the advent of the Internet and smartphones.
I'll leave it to you all to read the piece. It's quaint, and culturally intriguing. But I think it also goes a long way towards explaining the decades-long now economic slump in which Japan continues to find itself.
Then again, I guess it's a lot easier to hold on to the past if you can hold a piece of fax paper in your hand.