Master Foo chews on a fork

"The cold winds of recessionary pressures were blowing around Pentementi Mountain as the two technologists made their way to Master Foo's cave near the summit. The WIFI signals had long disappeared from their netbook gadgets but text messaging still worked on their cellphones. Contact with the valley below helped them feel connected to the Twenty First, or was that the Twentieth?, Century." -- Master Foo chews on a fork