The first thing I saw as we banked over the city for our landing, was the Space needle. I smiled in spite of myself. The landmark is about a mile north of where I'm staying, so I'm not sure I will make it that way given the conference is a mile in the other direction. In any case I am totally stoked.
Maryna, the note was incredibly sweet, thank you. I love you. Happy birthday (tomorrow).
It feels good to be out of Tulsa. Last year, when I stayed in Portland, I felt revived. The cities of the Northwest have a swanky groove. Probably the killer coffee, which I will be cherishing tomorrow while walking to the Sheraton Hotel.
On the flight to Denver I contemplated an ideal that I have pondered before. Since others are already hammering out the Grid, I have decided to focus on other (more abstract) areas. When I was growing up imagining being a scientist, I never foresaw the shameful truth of how much a sham science really is. Consider this: papers are the money of science and all scientist have been forced into paper-whoredom. Publish or perish they say. One day I will forge ahead as an unreasonable man.
