One of my neighbors who moved in last year owns this cafe I'm sitting at. I had talked with her about whether she wanted to get wireless Internet access for the cafe, but it wasn't a priority for her.
So I stop by her cafe for the first time today, and guess what? There's a wireless node ("Frantz") that covers the cafe. I have no idea where it is, but it may be across the street because I seem to lose signal whenever a large truck goes by.
So I finally have a(n involuntary) cybercafe I can work at if I want to. Of course, who knows when Frantz will get disabled or encrypted. Actually if I can track it down, I could help them do just that -- in exchange for permission to keep the encryption key and remain able to access from the cafe!
It's a funny cafe, too. It's right across from the Aveda Institute, ensuring a constant flow of chattering young girls in their nonconformist uniforms: black clothing, hair dyed black, sometimes with stripes of purple, and of course Numerous and Random Piercings. It is in this fashion that they establish their common uniqueness, their shared individual creativity, and mutually declare their freedom from conformity.
It's also a bit of a lesbian hangout: like my fave spot, the Blue Moon cafe, this place is lesbian owned and operated. Friends tell friends and soon the local community starts hanging out there. Of course, I suspect it doesn't hurt that the place is frequented by lots of chattering young girls (see above).
So now I have a place where I can actually sit in a cafe, look at girls, AND be on the Internet. It can hardly get better!