We have spent time at Dover Beach, following ignorant armies around. We have joined together in virtual weenie roasts on other beaches, singing "Kumbaya" into the night. We long distance runners in GOOG are bound by a common misery.
Tomorrow Google will report stellar earnings and the stock will go nowhere. I just hope Schmidt shows up this time. Let Larry and Sergey drink coffee with Jobs.
I can't summon up enough enthusiasm to stage a virtuality. No beach. No dancing girls.