The journey passed relatively smoothly, with the exception of the women next to me producing copious amounts of odor-free vomit with a great trajectory onto the seat in front, splash free. Either good practice or a rather deficient digestive system - I'm not sure which - but it caused no complaints from me.Tired afternoon in London after riding on the Heathrow Express. Breakfast, lunch or dinner in Pizza Express; the worst side effect of jetlag is, without doubt, the disruption to eating; and then some ice cream in the Haagen Dazs cafe in Leicester Square.Monday - train to Stoke, sleep. See brother, sleep. Eat, sleep.Tuesday - no sleep, read. Proper bacon and eggs for breakfast, no sleep. Read, no sleep. Watch the beeb, no sleep. Evenining in Market Drayton with Ed. He and I resolved to never spend a night out in that town some six years ago for some reason that has been washed away with the sands of time. Clearly the naivety of youth shines through at times as we had fun. And chicken curry for dinner.
It's a telling sign when you know the 194 bus timetable (Seattle-Seatac airport) without having to look it up. I'm about to catch a ride to the airport for the fourth time in the last seven weeks.Looking forward to spending some quiet vacation time back at home over Thanksgiving. The longer I live away, the clearer my notion of homeland is becoming. Ed puts it so well, swing low sweet chariot. I'm going home.
It's cold. It's wet. It's raining, but it's not sleet. It's not cold enough for snow, but the night is yet young. The raindrops are falling more slowly than usual.Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It didn't snow.
The Times are changing. One of the oldest papers in the world will now be made available in a tabloid form factor. In one sense, I'm going to say it's about time, in another, this is probably the beginning of the end for wrestling with unreasonably large pieces of newsprint on the bus. You can't stop progress.
Bob quietly posted something in my comments that is worthy of note.
Don't forget a commitment to running the New York City Marathon in 2004 - registration starts in Januray http://www.nyrrc.org/nyrrc/marathon/generalinfo/nyrr.htmlQuite right. Those twenty six and a little bit miles between Windsor Castle and the Royal Box laid down the challenge. The time has come; I've been comfortably doing a few 3-4 mile runs for several weeks now and there's just under a year to get into shape. Yes Bob, this will happen.
Just come across the delightful World Wide Words site, a great collection of the origins of slang.
Good to spend a weekend in Seattle again. A little get-together at my apartment last night resulted in a decision to go to the Zoo Tavern, the place 'with that massive pool table'.On arrival, it was clear some education was in order. This was no pool table, it was a snooker table. All those red balls and tiny pockets posed a challenge that couldn't be turned down and, almost an hour later, with scores barely breaking twenty, the game was complete.I'm reminded why I prefer pool.
Take a Rubik's cube and some serious Lego and what do you get? A shameless display of way-too-much-free-time. That's the sort of effort that could win you a prize in a science fair. If you were 12. Still, kind of fun.
It's been another fantastically busy spell. The Microsoft Professional Developers Conference in Los Angeles was quite an adventure. As if things hadn't been hectic enough getting everything ready to launch on day one (when, conveniently, most folks were going to be out of town), the journey down there proved equally challenging. How wonderful that ATC for the entire LA basin had to shut down for several hours while relocating to avoid the rampant wild fires. Pure resourcefulness could be seen everywhere; some decided to fly to San Francisco and drive (5 hours, nice), some decided to just drive (18 hours, nicer), and some decided to give up (0 hours, where's the fun?). But not us. Suffice it to say, we found some sneaky seats on a flight to Palm Springs and the rest is history, as chronicled by CNET.The conference was a blast. The keynotes were really well executed and the sessions were heavily attended. There seemed to be a genuine excitement in the air, and rightly so. This has never been a technical journal, so cut to the really fun bits. A party on the top of the Standard (pool, waterbeds, Band on the Runtime and all), a quite accidental (and cheap!) massive suite at the top of the Westin, lots of talking to people and an information overload made for a great week.A few days back in Seattle to pick up the pieces, and then back on a plane. This time to Philadelphia. Two things are particularly remarkable; it's been over two years since I last saw Bob, and over five since he muttered the immortal words "Hi, I'm Bob Wilson" the first time we met as room mates.Philly is a great place. Arriving on Friday afternoon, we had just enough time to wander the streets of America's birthplace, nearly seeing the Liberty Bell, eating cheese steaks opposite Penn's Landing and generally drinking some beer. Good times.And then it was Saturday. Just ninety minutes after leaving Philadelphia, where else does one find themselves, but New York. We ambled through the madness to Grand Central Station (magnificent!) to meet Catherine. Many attribute New York's buzz to the sheer number of people, but there's something else. LA has lots of people, but it doesn't even come close to the same feeling. The sights had to be seen - Times Square, Chrysler Tower, Empire State Building, Rockerfeller Plaza, Radio City Music Hall, outside the Time and Life building (as in the backdrop you always see behind the windows on CNN), Flat Iron building, the Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty, Staten Island, Central Park, a road quite close to Wall Street, a massive bull statue that we think was significant and an elevator in the Metropolitan Museum of Art that lead to a great view, but was closed for the winter. I heart NY.A good dinner in Greenwich Village, a second stop at the Empire State building to decide again not to queue, to buy their entire supply of tonic water (advanced planning) and to collect ingredients for making s'mores. Someone mentioned there was a view there, but I didn't see it.Sunday in Philly saw us following in Rocky Balboa's footsteps, running the steps to the top of the Art Museum and walking the banks of the Schuylkill. Redeye back to Seattle and work first thing.What an adventure.Pictures in the gallery.