1990, Linz, Austria. Hitler's favorite city. The Ars Electronica Festival is on, and I'm bearing witness. It's post-performance, and I sit at a restaurant table with a large group of artists, musicians, scientists, technical types who blow things up, various hangers-on, and the people who love them.
Nature calls me, and on my way to answer I note that the men's room door is open; my eye is caught by a glistening steel condom dispenser bolted to the wall. Europe was _so_ ahead of the game; there was no amenity of this kind in New York City at that Read more