Wow. My abilities to be more than a hairy animal have yet again been shown to, well, not exist. That hilarious thing, jet lag - hilarious when applied to other people that is - struck and struck hard. I did not sleep last night. Not for one second. I lay in bed until three am, and then gave up and read and chatted with Adam until morning. I watched the sun come up, had a shower, and got ready to attend the first day of our three days of mega-nerdiness that was to be Pycon. Pycon is a series of lectures that are all about the programming language Python, and its uses and life force in the world. I, personally, have very little invested in Python, and while I like it, I don't care too much really, which I think is the best way to be. I don't need anything to happen, and can't have my heart broken if expectations aren't met, since I don't have any. I have come here to drive huskies through the snow in Alaska, but I do find myself looking forward to the conference now, because I feel a lot of the information is going to be language agnostic, and will probably help me in my role as CTO at Streamline.
Shrugging off tiredness, we head down to Starbucks and stare through the window. It was freezing walking through the crisp morning air. The sun hasn't risen above the tall buildings, and things look grey and a little sad.
We walked into the Hyatt hotel, where Pycon is being held, and sat in a massive auditorium as the conference was introduced and a "key speaker" lady spoke of her company and Python in it. The place was full of amazing nerds and I didn't really enjoy the speech. Not a great beginning.
Next, though, and I hasten to add this, we attended a presentation on "Celery",which was about message passing in big web systems, and it was pretty good. Next there was an excellent presentation on Javascript from the context of Python programmers, and while I'm not such, it was great, because I do know a lot about Javascript and the information was well presented with little nuggets of information I didn't have.
We began to fade terribly with tiredness, and were trying to keep our eyes open, which was getting really hard. We went to several more lectures, one of which was a really disappointing one on Natural Language processing, but finished with a good one on the same topic.
I then sort of insisted we go and join a gym that was nearby, which was twenty five dollars for seven days. The cute girl (Joyce) that signed us in was really nice, and we chatted away about different countries. She was, in fact, a French born negro now an American citizen who had grown up with her mum. The gym was ace, except for the intimidating fact that all the guys in it were these human apes who made Adam and me look like the guys you kick sand in the face of at the beach. If you're a bastard.
The gym had a lot of equipment, and it was mostly quite new. It was a big place, and we went down a set of stairs to get into the gym area, so in the American tradition it was a bit like a basement. Every now and again I looked at the window and got a shock when I saw sets of legs walking past on what was the street level.
Now we're back in the hotel, tired, sleepy but not asleep, happy, and good. Hopefully I will not send any posts overnight and will be asleep soon. If not I'll probably have my brain permanently and badly changed from lack of sleep. Here's hoping not.
Night all!
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