Editor's Forum
During the next few weeks, I expect to have ample opportunity
to test
the real-world practicality of "telecommuting." I'm
planning to drive
cross-country to attend the USENIX conference in San
Diego. That's some
1,500 miles in a 1978 vintage motor home.
(On second thought, maybe a trip in a '78 motor home
isn't really such a
"real-world" test. Oh, well.)
I'm planning a very leisurely trip with lots of sightseeing
and
photography, I'm also a semi-professional photographer,
specializing in
product and special effects photography. (I've used
many of my special
effects photos as covers for The C/C++ Users Journal
and Windows
Developer's Journal.) On this trip I hope to do some
serious landscape
work. (For the other shutterbugs out there, I'll be
carrying a Minolta
35 mm system, a Mamiya RB 67 system, and a Toyo 4 x
5 view camera and
will be able to do E-6 processing on site.)
Even though I'm planning a lot of play during this trip,
I still need to
keep in touch with the magazine staff to review proposals,
manuscripts,
and galleys. I'm hoping to do all that on-line from
my motor home --
though I'm not exactly certain how.
Of course, I've done remote work before, but usually
by a direct login
to our machine here -- and just to pick up email during
short business
trips. This trip is so long that I'll have to do more
than just email --
and as a nomad, I don't think I can count on being granted
long distance
privileges in all sites and I'm too cheap to pay for
hours of cellular
time.
So, I'm planning to stop every few days in a city that
is large enough
to have a local CompuServe number and a campground with
telephone
hookups, or a convention center where the pay phones
have data hookups.
If that doesn't work, I'll use my good-standing as a
private pilot and
go beg to set my notebook up in a local pilot's lounge.
And if that
doesn't work ... well, it seems silly, but I guess I
could park my motor
home in front of a cheap motel room long enough to make
a call. How
weird!
Wish me good luck -- I may need it.
Sincerely yours,
Robert Ward
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