Reporting in from Silicon Valley, only I've actually gone home for the
night, seeing as I live about 20 minutes drive from the con hotel.
Managed to catch up with Helen and Mr Helen, who were doing a Servalan
and Avon costume number for the Regency dance. Also wandered along to
the filk session, where I found Jane Mailander, late of the B7 parish. A
large number of towels were in evidence, and there were several
gentlemen clad in their dressing gowns. There were one or two mundanes
in the hotel - I know, because I got picked on by one of them to try and
explain what was going on.
And I wandered into the panel on how Silicon Valley types cope when
moving out of the Valley to low-tech areas, where I made myself
unpopular by remarking "but we've had that in England for the last
couple of years" to someone's burbling about how you'll soon be able to
press a button on your cellphone, it'll work out where you are, and
you'll get a listing of where the nearest pizza outlets are.
--
Julia Jones "Science is not about building a body of known
'facts'. It is a method for asking awkward questions and subjecting them to a
reality-check, thus avoiding the human tendency to believe whatever makes us
feel good." - The Science of Discworld