SXSW 04: The rest of day 2 2004

Raw facts of the day, probably maybe to be filled in with links & pictures later:

Put on my swell new scarf that Judith made me and headed out. I made it to the kickball game and got to see some good plays. Sorry I didn't get to hang out longer. Ari Brown gave me water and thus helped my day go better. I said Hi to lots of folks and then walked over to registration with Colin Mutchler. After getting rid a bunch of our bag goods (mostly ads and heavy magazines hitting the trash), we walked up to 6th Street and had Mexican food for lunch. I searched for an ATM unsuccessfully as he headed back to the convention center.

I hung out in the halls before & after a session on Accessibility and visited with more folks. I saw Jen's new baby Arlo who's a cutie. She looks just great as always. Got some nice big hugs from Justin who was looking good too. Never noticed before what great skin he has. He was wearing a great shirt that said "Made in Vagina". Met and re-met a lot of people. Stopped by the hotel to see if my pink jacket was back from the cleaners, but no such luck. Walked over to the party at Lucky Lounge during which it began raining. Very crowded and noisy, but nice to see more folks there including Pableaux and Randall. More lovely hugs from Heather and Steve. And then I realized that somewhere along the way I had lost the lovely new scarf. Felt like the biggest dork on the planet. To help console me Steve gave me a small figure who I choose to interpret as a sushi chef, but more likely he's supposed to be some kind of karate guy.

Had dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse with seven delightful men. No, I was not suffering. Very nice quality lads they are. Let's see if the drinks I had haven't blurred my thinking too much to remember: Andrew, Shaun, Jared, Ryan, Jish (a.k.a. Alphonso), Wes, and Michael? Matt? drat. [It was Michael; Matt and I hung out later} The folks I was talking to later have gotten me all confused. I'll kick myself once the aphasia wears off, I just know it. The Fruit Basket of Damocles was discussed. The waitress Patty loves the song "Freebird". (Why can I remember the name of the waitress and not the people I was eating with? jeez my brain functions oddly when alcohol is applied). I had the Tiliapia with the sauce on the side and it was incredibly good.

After dinner we walked up to the Frog Design party. It was very very loud and crowded. I think I would have preferred a quieter party during which we actually got the chance to design some frogs instead of it just being the name of the company. More fun hanging out laughing with pleasant folks while we debated where to go next and how to get there. We ended up taking cabs out to the Book Punk X event. Got there half an hour early and enjoyed sitting down while we had more wine & beer. It was a nice small bar but the mood was a little odd since the bar tv was showing Requiem For A Dream. I liked the first reading but then the band came on and it was too noisy to be worth putting up with the increasingly smoky atmosphere, so I took a cab back to my hotel. On the way back in I asked if they'd found my scarf, but they hadn't.

Gloomily, I took the elevator up to my floor, walked down the long hall and then, there on my door, tied around the handle, The Scarf!!! Hooray! I'm greatly relieved. [It turns out that sweet Justin found it at the conference center (I think), remembered where I was staying and walked it over to return it. What a pal!] And then I had a message that housekeeping had my coat back even though I didn't expect it until Monday. While I waited for them to bring it by, I checked email and among all the spam had a nice long real letter. Then while I was replying to it, the jacket was delivered and they'd done a great job, all the stickiness gone and only a couple small blue marks. I can work around that. Such a relief that the jacket wasn't ruined!

My mood much improved, I walked over to the bar at the Omni Hotel where my crowd is prone to gather in the evenings barring other plans. On my way out I visited with the little triumvirate of Tantek, Doug and Eric who were gathered in the lobby here, plottin' and plannin' on their laptops and enjoying the big red leather chairs. At the Omni I got in a bit more visiting, marvelled at the lameness of a couple of drunk dudes at the bar and then walked back to my hotel with Kevin and Dave (whose name I've been having the hardest time getting to stick; I think it's because he seems much too interesting and complex to have an ordinary name like Dave). The Triumvirate were still comfortably established in the corner of the lobby and we stopped to chat with them. Photo Matt joined us and the others tried to get him to tell some embarrassing story which he was refusing to do. Though I was enjoying how good he looks blushing, I decided to make my exit and leave them to the boy talk.

Now I'm back in my room, reading email, planning to take a bath before bed and deciding that though there are good panels, I'm probably going to sleep in again tomorrow.

An amusement among my junk mail is something which I suspect is only supposed to go to cats and that I got by accident; subject line: "shed while you sleep".

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Now it's later. 1:10am California time and that means I'm definitely not going to the 10am Austin time morning panel. Off to bed with no intention of setting an alarm clock.

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SXSW 04: The rest of day 2

Raw facts of the day, probably maybe to be filled in with links & pictures later:

Put on my swell new scarf that Judith made me and headed out. I made it to the kickball game and got to see some good plays. Sorry I didn't get to hang out longer. Ari Brown gave me water and thus helped my day go better. I said Hi to lots of folks and then walked over to registration with Colin Mutchler. After getting rid a bunch of our bag goods (mostly ads and heavy magazines hitting the trash), we walked up to 6th Street and had Mexican food for lunch. I searched for an ATM unsuccessfully as he headed back to the convention center.

I hung out in the halls before & after a session on Accessibility and visited with more folks. I saw Jen's new baby Arlo who's a cutie. She looks just great as always. Got some nice big hugs from Justin who was looking good too. Never noticed before what great skin he has. He was wearing a great shirt that said "Made in Vagina". Met and re-met a lot of people. Stopped by the hotel to see if my pink jacket was back from the cleaners, but no such luck. Walked over to the party at Lucky Lounge during which it began raining. Very crowded and noisy, but nice to see more folks there including Pableaux and Randall. More lovely hugs from Heather and Steve. And then I realized that somewhere along the way I had lost the lovely new scarf. Felt like the biggest dork on the planet. To help console me Steve gave me a small figure who I choose to interpret as a sushi chef, but more likely he's supposed to be some kind of karate guy.

Had dinner at Spaghetti Warehouse with seven delightful men. No, I was not suffering. Very nice quality lads they are. Let's see if the drinks I had haven't blurred my thinking too much to remember: Andrew, Shaun, Jared, Ryan, Jish (a.k.a. Alphonso), Wes, and Michael? Matt? drat. [It was Michael; Matt and I hung out later} The folks I was talking to later have gotten me all confused. I'll kick myself once the aphasia wears off, I just know it. The Fruit Basket of Damocles was discussed. The waitress Patty loves the song "Freebird". (Why can I remember the name of the waitress and not the people I was eating with? jeez my brain functions oddly when alcohol is applied). I had the Tiliapia with the sauce on the side and it was incredibly good.

After dinner we walked up to the Frog Design party. It was very very loud and crowded. I think I would have preferred a quieter party during which we actually got the chance to design some frogs instead of it just being the name of the company. More fun hanging out laughing with pleasant folks while we debated where to go next and how to get there. We ended up taking cabs out to the Book Punk X event. Got there half an hour early and enjoyed sitting down while we had more wine & beer. It was a nice small bar but the mood was a little odd since the bar tv was showing Requiem For A Dream. I liked the first reading but then the band came on and it was too noisy to be worth putting up with the increasingly smoky atmosphere, so I took a cab back to my hotel. On the way back in I asked if they'd found my scarf, but they hadn't.

Gloomily, I took the elevator up to my floor, walked down the long hall and then, there on my door, tied around the handle, The Scarf!!! Hooray! I'm greatly relieved. [It turns out that sweet Justin found it at the conference center (I think), remembered where I was staying and walked it over to return it. What a pal!] And then I had a message that housekeeping had my coat back even though I didn't expect it until Monday. While I waited for them to bring it by, I checked email and among all the spam had a nice long real letter. Then while I was replying to it, the jacket was delivered and they'd done a great job, all the stickiness gone and only a couple small blue marks. I can work around that. Such a relief that the jacket wasn't ruined!

My mood much improved, I walked over to the bar at the Omni Hotel where my crowd is prone to gather in the evenings barring other plans. On my way out I visited with the little triumvirate of Tantek, Doug and Eric who were gathered in the lobby here, plottin' and plannin' on their laptops and enjoying the big red leather chairs. At the Omni I got in a bit more visiting, marvelled at the lameness of a couple of drunk dudes at the bar and then walked back to my hotel with Kevin and Dave (whose name I've been having the hardest time getting to stick; I think it's because he seems much too interesting and complex to have an ordinary name like Dave). The Triumvirate were still comfortably established in the corner of the lobby and we stopped to chat with them. Photo Matt joined us and the others tried to get him to tell some embarrassing story which he was refusing to do. Though I was enjoying how good he looks blushing, I decided to make my exit and leave them to the boy talk.

Now I'm back in my room, reading email, planning to take a bath before bed and deciding that though there are good panels, I'm probably going to sleep in again tomorrow.

An amusement among my junk mail is something which I suspect is only supposed to go to cats and that I got by accident; subject line: "shed while you sleep".

****

Now it's later. 1:10am California time and that means I'm definitely not going to the 10am Austin time morning panel. Off to bed with no intention of setting an alarm clock.

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