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We checked out of our hotel and went to the speaker’s lounge at the conference to try to get some work done. Maybe I’m just naïve, but these speakers are well-paid professionals, presumably respected members of their respective communities–so why do they smell like they spent the night under a bridge?

Especially some of these so-called security professionals; this was body odour that would kill a cow at a hundred paces.

Despite the smell and the fact that Eric Raymond kept slamming the back of his chair into my own, we managed to get readpage to go over the network as well, which is very nice. It was pretty easy to do, compared to our expectations, which means that our API must be pretty sane.

The train back to Philadelphia was equally uneventful; once I got home I wanted to turn my brain off, so I read Out of Sight. Good book.