Prancing with an abacus

David Carr wanders around a dotcom party in NYC:

I wandered the rest of the party and noticed people staring at me. Had I become the dad in the basement at the teenage party? No, as it turned out, it was the analog act of taking notes with a pen on a notebook that was freaking people out. I may as well have been prancing around with an abacus.

BTW, I just finished Carr’s brilliant and terrifying “Night of the gun.” Adjectives don’t do it justice, so I’ll just say my heart pounded and ached throughout.