The subtitle of these musings is more of an ideal than the truth. I’m not sitting at a desk as I write this. In fact I don’t own a proper desk. Right now my desk is the tray table on American Airlines flight 131, seat 32G from London to New York. A few days ago it was a chunky British Pub table at a pub in Cornwall, England that offered free wi-fi, free jukebox, and free refills on coffee.