I've got those "no new messages on my PDA" blues again, baby...
It's a picture from a previous bursting of a technological bubble, from almost a generation ago, but it seems fitting today as well. An old close friend has tried to imagine how the Farm Security Administration photographers would have characterized the new jobless of a modern depression. He pictures them in their Mercedes convertibles, trunks open and loaded with technological gadgets like coffee brewers, exercising machines and laptops, driving into camping grounds where they gather around campfires to share their stories and information about where work might be found. They hook their modems into the phone lines of the camp grounds (this particular picture is from before wireless) and download their mail, hoping to find that someone has read their resume and is offering them a job. I think I'd prefer folk music on an ill-tuned (and probably not electric) guitar.
Go to: Not only the mighty are fallen, or
Go to: Is this a requiem?, or
Go to: Something for Nothing.