Break's Over
I guess. I'm back from my trip to the East Coast. Man, that was fun.
The occasion was the Eleventh Annual Telecosm Conference. This is a gathering of high tech eggheads and moneybags that takes place in some fancy resort every year around this time. DIH has not attended a Telecosm since the combined effects of 9/11 and the tech wreck made it a rather gloomier get-together than usual. So it's been six years, and thankfully things have cheered up considerably since then.
This year's Telecosm was held at the Sagamore Inn in Bolton's Landing, N.Y. on Lake George. DIH is not much of a one for lakes generally- no tide, no noise, no nothin' freaks her out a bit- but Lake George is amazing. 40 miles long, surrounded by the Adirondacks, totally nature preserved- there isn't a light on the shoreline after dark. Makes it easy to feel the place is essentially the same as it was thousands of years ago, when the first of the Mohicans lived in those parts, or at least what it was like three hundred fifty years ago, when it was the setting for "The Last of the Mohicans." Which makes you want to see the movie- uh, I mean read the book again.
The Sagamore Inn has been around since the early 1900's. Back then it billed itself as "a resort for nice people." Thank God the times have changed or DIH would never have been able to weasel her way in.
It still has that old-fashioned feel to it. There's a pool nowadays but it's small, the bathrooms are not as numerous or large as one would like, and the wood-burning fireplace in the lobby is actually important for warmth. Still it does its best to keep up with the times. There is a spa but, and this is very classy in DIH's opinion, no exercise classes. So no guilt about not going to them.
Instead DIH had a facial and a massage. For an additonal 35 bucks she could have sat in a bubble bath full of some mustard mixture, but time ran short.
There were two talks DIH planned to attend in between spa treatments and keeping the daughter occupied. The first was supposed to feature that guy who wrote "The Cult of the Amateur," you know, that book that says the Internet is ruining society because all these upstarts without PH.D.s or journalism degrees have the audacity to publish blogs. Naturally DIH was itching to take a swing at this guy, but- and this, i think- speaks volumes- at the last minute he didnt' show up. So score one for the bloggers there.
The second was the wrap-up address by the mesmerizing Carver Mead, major physics braniac from Cal Tech and all-around fun guy. DIH did get to hear that one. As usual she understood maybe five per cent of what he was saying, but it was a five per cent worth travelling for.
The occasion was the Eleventh Annual Telecosm Conference. This is a gathering of high tech eggheads and moneybags that takes place in some fancy resort every year around this time. DIH has not attended a Telecosm since the combined effects of 9/11 and the tech wreck made it a rather gloomier get-together than usual. So it's been six years, and thankfully things have cheered up considerably since then.
This year's Telecosm was held at the Sagamore Inn in Bolton's Landing, N.Y. on Lake George. DIH is not much of a one for lakes generally- no tide, no noise, no nothin' freaks her out a bit- but Lake George is amazing. 40 miles long, surrounded by the Adirondacks, totally nature preserved- there isn't a light on the shoreline after dark. Makes it easy to feel the place is essentially the same as it was thousands of years ago, when the first of the Mohicans lived in those parts, or at least what it was like three hundred fifty years ago, when it was the setting for "The Last of the Mohicans." Which makes you want to see the movie- uh, I mean read the book again.
The Sagamore Inn has been around since the early 1900's. Back then it billed itself as "a resort for nice people." Thank God the times have changed or DIH would never have been able to weasel her way in.
It still has that old-fashioned feel to it. There's a pool nowadays but it's small, the bathrooms are not as numerous or large as one would like, and the wood-burning fireplace in the lobby is actually important for warmth. Still it does its best to keep up with the times. There is a spa but, and this is very classy in DIH's opinion, no exercise classes. So no guilt about not going to them.
Instead DIH had a facial and a massage. For an additonal 35 bucks she could have sat in a bubble bath full of some mustard mixture, but time ran short.
There were two talks DIH planned to attend in between spa treatments and keeping the daughter occupied. The first was supposed to feature that guy who wrote "The Cult of the Amateur," you know, that book that says the Internet is ruining society because all these upstarts without PH.D.s or journalism degrees have the audacity to publish blogs. Naturally DIH was itching to take a swing at this guy, but- and this, i think- speaks volumes- at the last minute he didnt' show up. So score one for the bloggers there.
The second was the wrap-up address by the mesmerizing Carver Mead, major physics braniac from Cal Tech and all-around fun guy. DIH did get to hear that one. As usual she understood maybe five per cent of what he was saying, but it was a five per cent worth travelling for.
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