Last night I boarded a Southwest flight to Portland. I was seated in between two dudes: one was “devastated” because the flight didn’t have WiFi and another just sat there repeating “really? c’mon!” every minute or so until we took off.
Secrets of XOXO are beginning to be revealed. Half of the Medium gang is here in the park waiting for the opening remarks, angling to jump the line for iced coffee (kidding! there is a short line if you know how to ask, apparently), getting squared away for…