I have begun to live more virtually, that scary step where you give your life over to the internet and learn to live in the Cloud. That either evokes an image of a fluffy, floating existence
or it jars you with an image that leaves you with that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you fall through a cloud and hurl toward earth. I know that feeling, I’ve jumped out of a plane. It is the courage I summoned for that jump at 10,000 feet that I used to move all my files across an imaginary line into Dropbox. Okay, well, I did have the old versions on the hard drive, but my love for them would fade when they became so many versions ago. I put everything in Dropbox. Even though Dropbox and the BOX looked the same, Dropbox got to me first, plain and simple. Since it had fulfilled all my needs I had no reason to look for another mistress. (I later discovered that BOX to share files real-time during an Uber Conference so I will have to explore BOX more).
I had been working on the edge of the Cloud for two years, at my coffeeshop office, Philz on Van Ness and Turk. Philz is conveniently located around the corner, allowing me to stumble out of bed, tippy toe around the apartment without waking my sleeping partner and roll my laptop (I’m not lugging that thing around) to a table near a plug to begin my day at 7 am. I remained connected to my clients through the strong and free wifi that Philz provided with its kickass coffee (seriously – your coffee life won’t be the same).
Back to the technical specifications. So, I was rocking on Dropbox, not concerned about security and really dazzled by how my documents were accessible everywhere. It actually mystified me, much like how do pictures come across the air into my television set? I panicked once when I couldn’t get internet access right before a meeting and needed a document. Not to despair, it was magically still available through Dropbox. Then Dropbox saved my professional life. I accidentally Saved As over the Powerpoint document that I had been assembling for two hours. Not to fear, a Restore of the last version through Dropbox magic returned it to me safe and sound. This Cloud thing was not as scary as I thought.
But there were other names being bandied about and before I made a full on commitment I had to check out Box.net and Carbonite. Any further exploration of the Cloud would be dependent on how serious I was about changing ecosystems. The Apple World still pulls at me strangely, as I see people happily tapping away at their MACs and less frantic about a finding a plug than I am.
Stay tuned for more about BOX and Carbonite.