A-Travelin'
I suppose that should actually be "A-Traveled," because I've already arrived here in Texas. Austin, Texas, to be precise which, rumor has it, is a cool town in the middle of the vast expanse of...somewhat less cool...that is Texas. (I've got Texas readers, and they've got guns, so I'll just move on.)
Actually, my first thought when the downtown area popped into view was, "Good Lord, it's smaller than Philadelphia." And Philadelphia is small. I never liked that town...there's a reason people and businesses have fled that particular burg. I haven't seen much of Austin yet, although the taxi did drive through a sort of parking structure-like space sheltered by overpasses which looked like an open bazaar, well-populated by the indigent and Persons of Questionable Motivation. If I needed to go score some needle drugs, that's where I'd go.
From that small sampling I can extrapolate absolutely nothing, but I do know that the smaller a city is, the harder it has to work to be cool. San Francisco? Seven miles on a side, high concentration of coolness and quirk. I saw some quirk here as well, but as this is a business trip, I'll be spending most of my time in the hotel.
At any rate: I like hotels, and I especially like them when I'm not paying for them, so for the next couple of days I'll be doing the hotel-n-conference thing and trying to hack the minibar.
LATER:
I've got a lovely view of air conditioners on the roof. And, apparently, there's a bug population in Austin...I found this label on all the windows:
ALSO:
I now have the funk. It's on this laptop right here.
Aww yeah.
