I write this as I walk. No, I'm not one of those people who are on their BlackBerry when they should be looking where they're going. Or I might be, but not right now. I'm in a regular office at a regular computer, working on a story and walking. Much like many of my stories, I'm not actually going anywhere. I'm on a treadmill, which has been combined with a desk.
The treadmill desk could be the most useful juxtaposition since PEOPLE magazine put a scratch-and-sniff patch on its Sexiest Men Alive pictures. Like the holy grail of time savers, the...
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