Somebody Ping me!
Please, people in Boston, please promise to blog the Fleet Center's Free Speech Pen (not drawn to scale)! I don't care how many bloggers are getting their backs slapped by Midwestern car dealers inside. If this is truly a populist medium, we should remember that sometimes the truest story is outside the box.
I want to know moment-to-moment that there's wireless access to the world available for the (potentially) smart mob of underfed anarchists, anti-war veterinary assistants, and other citizens who will be surrounded by 2-meter chain-link fences topped with ROLLS OF RAZOR WIRE during the Democratic Convention.
Why should I care? Because what's sauce for the goose is hot sauce for the gander. Now Central Park is suddenly off the table. How hot does the water have to get?