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Wednesday July 18, 2001
"L'absurde est la notion essentielle et la première vérité." Albert Camus
cheers me up
just typing
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every customer tells a story It is somewhat better to drive to Houston at a reasonable hour. I leave around 7am some time. Of course, there is real traffic in the middle of the night. Each customer is different. Our task is to serve them all with the same software and the same story. That's the power and the pity of generalized software. I listen in to part of a meeting introducing some of my work. (Slings and arrows, dodge!) Actually I don't stay for the questions so I really avoid the slings and arrows. Then I present to customers. Do they agree or are they bored? I spend the rest of the day listening to other presentations. Interacting with customers. I am using my laptop. When I go to the desktop I am cheered by my great nephew's picture. He looks so intent on his piano playing. So young and involved. No, he doesn't play. I finish up my work and go to the hotel. At the hotel, I want to hook up to the high speed internet. Once again this is a process of calling support and figuring out that cords have been disconnected and such. But it finally works. Wayport support is good, for the record. Determined not to drive down Westheimer in a hopeless quest for restaurants. Decided to eat in the hotel. Saw some Houston colleagues in the bar and had a beer with them and then ate a chicken enchilada dinner by myself, watching a retirement party in the next room. Women of a certain age, with corsages deftly cutting the retirement cake. I am suddenly so, so sleepy. Not usual for hotel rooms. But I'm asleep by 11PM.
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