Stealing Wi-Fi connectivity... who can throw the first modem?

Very entertaining and informative article from Time, don't miss it.

And yes, I'm guilty too. The Residence in Bari, where I spent far too much time working by myself than I wish to remember, did not have any Internet connection. However, if I could place myself just at the right angle on the balcony (third floor, a rather risky exercise), a very feeble, yet still perceivable signal would reach me, as a drop of water in the desert, and I could be "onlife" again. Blessed be the user who did not password it (and the very good weather too, there are disadvantages about being in Oxford). I survived through many lonely weekends thanks to that digital tiny stream.