Jackie, you yourself said it best when you said
There's been a break in the continuum
The United States used to be lots of fun...
"Jackie", The New Pornographers
10am CST: Welp, I'm in the air on my way to
Chicago, and from thence to Washington for LISA.
The laptop is running well (stress-tested by
Sloan, The New Pornographers and Yo La Tengo),
and I'm using my time to skip watching "Lady in
the Water" (not how I want to see this film for
the first time) and work on AsciiDoc. I think
this is going to work pretty well for my plan: to
start having my blog in just plain text for
source, and plain HTML for output. I like it a
lot, and the less PHP I have to audit the happier
I am. (Not that I *do* audit PHP. But I feel
guilty when I don't.)
Turned out I was rather stupidly cautious at the
airport. The flight left at 6.15am PST, and I
was there at 3.45am. What I didn't realize
is that the ticket counter didn't open til
4.30am, and customs not til *5am*, thank you.
But once they got started, everyone moved along
pretty quickly.
I did get pulled over for extra searching, but
nothing serious: where was I going, could I open
the bag, where do I work. Once that was
done, the officer was quite friendly; he urged me
to take time to go see the sights, since work was
paying for this. I expected worse.
But man, I don't know when I'll have the time.
Training starts tomorrow with a full day of
Solaris 10, and it just keeps going from
there. Plus, of course, there's the free beer
and ice cream. The time, she flies, no?
I need to get a haircut. I haven't shaved my
head in two weeks, so I've got a damned dirty
commie hippie head of hair at the moment.
Wow...over somewhere midwestern now, and the
patchwork of land is neat to look at. Not half
as beautiful as a city at night from 3000
metres, though...man, that's God's own set of
Xmas lights.
12.30pm CST: Later...In O'Hare at Chicago, taking
advantage of the free electrical outlets for
charging laptops. The wifi access is
charged-for, though, same as in Vancouver. And
me without OzymanDNS...
10.20pm EST: Now in my hotel room. No wireless
from USENIX up here, but it does work in the
lobby where there's simply an amazing amount
of very dressed-up corporate types. I think it's
some sort of Xmas party. The contrast between
them and the t-shirts-and-jeans crowd (not to
mention me typing away alone on my laptop) is
stunning. (Incidentally, my grandmother was both
shocked and appalled to learn that not
only was I not purchasing a new suit for this
conference, I would not be wearing a suit at
all.)
My luggage, I found out after an hour of waiting,
is currently wending its way here from Chicago; I
imagine some sort of Die Hard 2-esque leap across
the tarmac that failed, but only barely.
Allegedly United expected it here at 7pm and will
courier it over Real Soon Now. We'll see.
By the time I finally made it to the hotel and
checked in, it was 6.30pm . It had been a long
time since I'd had anything but Mountain Dew
(SPECIAL CAFFEINATED US VERSION!) to eat, so I
was just starving enough to go for the -- wait
for it -- $13 (US!) cheeseburger in the lobby.
That and two Guinesses pretty much blew my budget
for the week; at this point, I'm looking into the
carb count in a BSSID beacon frame. (Yes, I'm
making that term up.) Worth it, though; my
roommate and I exchanged war/horror stories with
a Sony engineer/sysadmin from San Francisco over
the beer. Good times.
I'm pretty sure I saw Aeleen Frisch in the lobby.
I think I saw William LeFebvre, the program
chair, at the airport picking up baggage
from the SAME BAGGAGE CAROUSEL where my stuff was
supposed to be. There's this thing called USENIX
bingo, where they give you cards with organizers'
photos in it and you're supposed to get them to
sign it. I think I'm going to tackle LeFebvre and
ask him where my underwear is, then get him to
sign my card to affirm that he didn't steal it.
I have not yet seem Tom Limoncelli, and I
wouldn't recognize Dan Kaminsky if he queried my
DNS server via avian carrier, so my plans to
see what they've done with my underwear
are, as yet, hazy. If my underwear doesn't show
up, I may have to go shopping. I think the
nearest Wal-Mart is in Tennessee.