The conference went well, with about 90 attendees including eight or so vendors. The majority of folks were younger than me, but we did have some folks who handily surpassed 40. It was a packed two days of seminars. My brain is en-full-inated. The food was great each night. The event started Thursday night with a get-to-know-you dinner followed by an Elvis impersonator. Not bad at all. We all got into the mood of it. I discovered the conference assigned newbies like myself with a mentor to help us fit in. I found my guy the next day. Friday was a mass of seminars orbiting a catfish lunch. That night we packed into two vans and rode to
Saturday started with a two-hour grammar course. I think I was in the minority who enjoyed it. The night ended with an awards banquet (we got bupkis) and a swank dinner and dessert. Sunday, I weeded through the vendor freebies to determine what could fit in the suitcase. If the conference had any downside, it was the hotel location (apparently the
My plan for today is to file through what I brought back and organize my workspace anew, if my groggy brain will allow.
During the trip, I read the following:
The Cat Who Walked Through Walls – Heinlein’s a good read for those times when you want to read something fluffy. Entire chapters of men handing down lectures on social ethics with scattered paragraphs of hard science and flirting.
Sebastian O – Grant Morrison’s the kind of comic book writer who doesn’t spell it all out for you. You have to reread the material to get the whole picture no matter who the artist is. Every title he’s written feels like it’s missing an expository issue. This comic is about a Wildean dandy seeking revenge on his former running buddies in a Victorian steampunk
Torso – After chasing Capone, Elliot Ness went to
Picture of the Day
A shaky screen capture of myself standing with Elvis. Experts immediately scoffed at its authenticity. And they can go explode.
In the news
Loathe as I am to spread conspiracy theories, I can’t help but wonder what was up with Barbaro in the Preakness. It’s just too odd a series of events to be coincidence. Someone is at fault, and the jockey might be the guy. Maybe he didn’t mean to screw it up. I dunno.
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Attorney general Alberto Gonzales said the government can prosecute reporters who publish classified material. This seems to say that reporters should be responsible for leaks from the government, not those federal employees who distribute classified info. This is clearly a “shooting the messenger” scenario, and one meant to spook the news outlets.