Inside The Google CafeteriaS   The first thing you notice when
you walk into the Google cafe—sorry, the "Hemisphere Cafe"—is
that signature cafeteria smell of rotting fruit and industrial
antisepsis. The second thing is the big whiteboard wall where
the local and organic origin of the week's foodstuff is
scribbled in multicolored marker. Wacky!  The rest of the
cafeteria space is comprised by a big florescent-lit room with a
patio and a great view across the Hudson to the bright lights of
New Jersey. The women in it last night were clustered in knots
around the suited men with blue nametags, which indicated Google
employment. Other people with blue nametags stood forlornly at
kiosks that had been set up to demonstrate "the ways Google is
there for you at every stage of your life," according to Eric
Obenzinger, a 22-year-old associate in Google's Global
Communications and Public Affairs department.  "What about
Google Death? Are they working on that yet?" asked one waggish
reporter. Eric, a redhead, blushed sc