Everyware: The Dawning Age of Ubiquitous Computing

Conclusion

Always Crashing in the Same Car

Each morning, upon waking, I indulge myself in the austerities of Buddhist meditation—Korean Zen Buddhism, to be precise, of the Kwan Um School. I sit, empty my mind to the extent that I am able to, and...breathe.

I've been doing this every day for more than 10 years now, absolutely without fail. I've meditated in apartments, barracks, mountain temples, hotel rooms beyond number, on more than one 747 deep in the trans-Pacific night, and once, particularly memorably, in the canvas-webbed cargo bay of a Chinook helicopter chittering its way into a landing zone. It's become one of the few constants of a willfully nomadic and fluid life.

And it's one of the many things in my life that I cannot conceive ...