Rupert Goodwins' Diary

Tuesday 24/07/2001To paraphrase the old song: wireless was my first love, and it will be my last. Such nerdishness serves me well at the moment, with radio data being practically the one source of new and exciting technology in a sea of desperation.

Tuesday
24/07/2001 To paraphrase the old song: wireless was my first love, and it will be my last. Such nerdishness serves me well at the moment, with radio data being practically the one source of new and exciting technology in a sea of desperation. It's particularly entertaining at the moment, with 802.11b proving so popular and people slowly waking up to the security implications of broadcasting every bit you bounce to the entire neighbourhood. Fortunately, it is illegal to listen. Otherwise some evil radio bod could oh so easily cruise the streets of the City of London, running some of the desperately available monitoring software on their iPaq and snarfing up who knows what vital corporate secrets. It's not as if people using PDAs in the street is an uncommon sight, after all. Of course, there might be some technical reason why one wouldn't pick up a thing. I'll check and get back to you: meanwhile, if you see me wandering up Threadneedle Street with my nose stuck in a gently glowing pocket PC, I'm playing Pacman. OK?

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