I’m sure I qualify as a primary computer geek in some circles. Get off the airplane, juggle a cell phone, a Palm Pilot and a backpack with a notebook computer. Eat some steak with some El Paso friends. “Hey, you want to check out my cable modem?” “Yeah!” It’s Friday night, and I’m looking at the web.
I had such an unfortunate experience with guys in suits at the airport yesterday that I’m beginning to think it’s time to impose an Austin wardrobe on more people. Seems like all the people who were at the Austin airport, and rather rude — to the tune of running over little old ladies — the guys were wearing suits with a “Texas Sate Bar” lapel pin or baggage emblazoned with the logo. But it only takes one nice guy from South Austin to set me right. He was trying to — as diplomatically as possible — suggest that I wasn’t a redneck. I asked one of the guys in El Paso, too, seeing as how he is a professional student of human behavior and Virgo attention to detail. “Kramer, with the jacket and the T-shirt, you may look like a biker, but you certainly don’t look like a redneck.”
