Tallahassle

Its a little known fact that if you cover a cow's feet in wood chips they can't move.



I flew from Altanta to Tampa (again)with the intent to then go to Ft. Lauderdale. As it turns out, you can't really get there from here. I was left with having to fly Tampa to Tallahassee, and then Tallahassee to Ft. Lauderdale.

Or so I thought.

On check-in at the Tampa airport the helpful kiosk told me that an illegal proceedure had occured and I would need to speak to an agent. The helpful agent told me that my flight was delayed and I would miss my connection, so she was going to put me on another flight. They had to put me on a Continental flight, which required a lot of typing and special airline code words ("you need to XO his flight and set the Q tab...") So many code words and so much typing that I missed that flight too. The end result was a flight from Tampa to Atlanta, and Atlanta to Ft. Lauderdale - all first class.

Flying in the big boy seats is really nice, and I had a good conversation with a guy who turned out to be a long time employee of the same company I work for. On the last leg I was reading and noticed that the man next to me was watching 'Balls of Fury'. He didn't so much as crack a smile, but as the movies are free in first class I decided to give it a try. I spent the next hour giggling and covering my mouth while my neighbor just looked at me like I was 12.



I'm about halfway through The Book of Other People and it is an enjoyable read. Each chapter is written by a different author, and the assignment was for the authors to just make somebody up and write about them. I'm impressed by the depth of the characters and the amount of detail they are able to put into such a short space. I also really like the cover art - I recognize the style and am hoping that jondernethica will poke me to remind me why.

Tampaline

Tampa is not Iowa and that is all kinds of good.



When I arrived, I plugged in all the addresses into the GPS so I wouldn't get lost and the GPS promptly told me that I would arrive at the customer at 8:38am the following morning.

Huh?

I checked the map and it said that the customer was over 1100 miles away. Then the GPS popped up a window that said:

"Are you currently in Vermont?"

Um... no, no I am not.

I may write a children's book about the GPS that told you where it wanted to be, not where you were.



After spending an hour explaining to the customer about input profiles, rendering intents, and all other sorts of color managment goodness I looked down and this is what I had. So there you go, free color managment lesson. Email me with any questions.



My GPS also thinks the water in Tampa is far bluer than it really is.

Back again

Back in Iowa.



Yep.



Yessir... Iowa.

Scorn

So yeah, um... Iowa.

NYC - to the right

First day back at work and I'm in NYC. I really like being in the city and that always suprises me a little bit as I never spent all that much time in a big city.



My sense of direction is really not to good. Unless the sun is rising or setting I have no idea which way is North, South, East or West. My general rule of thumb in a big city is to go in one direction and then just keep turning one way until I get back to where I started. My Dad can navigate across the ocean by the stars and my wife can find her way to and from anywhere, but I have to have a GPS or breadcrumbs.



When I'm in a town with a rental car, I will go out from the hotel and turn right or left and then just drive until I get bored. Even with a GPS I don't make too many turns without a specific destination in mind. It's just that bad.



I'm staying in the SoHo area very near Chinatown. I was walking around as best I could in the freezing cold and looking at the street vendors. One vendor told me; 'Unless you want Rolex we closed!' I'm not exactly sure of his business model.



(Sorry Mom, but I found that amusing)



I think you had to be there for this photo. The things hanging in the window were almost enough to put me off meat.