The night of Kyoto, it is mine.

A mobile guy tears off a midnight covering the old miyako!

It was an automne day. It was far beyond my torelance since the conference never stopped over half a day. Two hours after the chime telling the end of a working hours had rung, I was on the road to a suburban cafeterrier with 2400"Comet" in my hand.

driving on HONDA NSX.

The NSX runs like a storm. My 2400 held by TUMI cries out on the rear seat. It's not for just a refleshing that I drive my NSX, but for an initiation as a mobiler; mission: mobiling in a cool cafeterrier! Theyshould say;

"Do you think yourself cool on earth, while using a computer here, there, and everywhere?"

"Peck-peck-peck. Hey, noisy woodpecker! "

"You otaku!"

The mission is to let them free from such assumptions. I had to do it well. I ran like a rolling thunder with my notebook.

Smiling nihilly with a burning-heart as a mobiler inside me.

(You never wonder an NSX does not have such a tall room. Nor say, "hey, isn't it TO**O ?")

Just the moment as I arrived the cafe on the Shirakawa street, I ordered, then put 2400 out from my TUMI bag. Here comes the time! There were so many "mode" people around me! Ooh, am I lost? It's anything but stylish put a computer out at such a spot like here. Who am I? Zion? No! I...... I'm......, yes, I am a MOBILER!

I was on the window-side of a cool cafe.

I fixed myself. I put out my PHS cellilar phone and connected to the provider, then got an e-mail. Damn it, it is too thryling to look around. Oops, why on earth Mac-Wire send me so a long extra edition just on such a occasion? Ooooooh! All I have to do is to pretend to be a great businessman!

What makes me so anxious is the future - of Apple, and this site.

Even a terrified clerk does not came for me. OK, let me appeal myself for them!

"A cup of water please!"

I ignored him -who looked me as if I were an alien- and drank the water at a momnt. Yes, it was just too trivial to disturb me from reading the Mac-Wire extra.

Far from smooth even on the photo. It prevent me from the cafe forever and ever.

Mission completed. Cool kids coming to the cafe must have made sense of importance and stylisticis of mobiling. I took my 2400 in the arm, and got into my NSX briskly.(Fin)