[Street Tech Feature] Like Wired after its sale to Conde Nast, I am now officially “post-hip.” Last year, after decades of trying to shake off the pain of severe degenerative arthritis in my right hip (and nearly every other major joint in my body), I had a total hip replacement (“THR” in the trade). With months of Steve Austin/Six Million Dollar Man jokes under my belt, and after enduring such forehead-slapping questions as: “Will you set off metal detectors?” and “Is the Sony AIBO going to hump your bionic leg?,” I was suitably hardened for all manner of operating room torture.