Posted June 27th, 2007 Last night I had dinner with a cast of characters:
We grabbed a late batch of dim sum at Ton Kiang. Good stuff I have to say.
One of the things that Mark Mc and noticed was that the identity market is remarkably small. It is definitely a good thing that ex-Access360/IBM, Thor/Oracle, Waveset/Sun guys can break bread and have a laugh over the deals that we used to compete. It’s that (grudging, at times) comradery in this market that I love and it is one the things that makes Catalyst so much fun.
Posted June 21st, 2007 Mark was kind enough to recommend a few new watering holes in San Francisco. He also made his own mashup to create Cataclysmic Catalyst. In that vein of thought, I give you a snigglet: Paracatalysis – the identity market-wide halt during Catalyst. Paracatalysis continues into the week after Catalyst as well. Given that the following week is also July 4th week and that the 4th is a Wednesday, pretty much puts the identity market (at least here in the States) to sleep for two whole weeks.
As one who will be at Mark’s dinner, I am thankful that there will be no kilt involved. Having seen it once was plenty.
Posted June 16th, 2007  Read this in the Post; the Jefferson Memorial (or at least the walkway near it) is sinking. I’ll save you a trip to DC. Check out my photos of it without having to fight traffic and other tourists.
Posted June 7th, 2007 It’s Catalyst season once again. And once again I’ll be holed up in the lovely Hilton on O’Farrell. This will be my fourth or fifth Catalyst and my umpteenth trip to San Francisco. And knowing a bit my readers, I know that this is pretty much the same for you too.
Having been to Catalyst this many times you end up in a bit of rut. Yes, having drinks at the Clift Hotel is always amusing. I mean, who doesn’t like the giant chair? I like the bar in the lobby of the Westin Saint Francis as well, but drinking into hotels is getting kinda tired.
Friends, Romans, traveling identity wonks – I ask you to open up your black books of travel and share with the class a suggestion or two for new places to have a drink.
I’ll throw two out to start. I’ll start by saying, I’ve been to neither yet. First, Bourbon & Branch seems interesting. I saw it on Gridskipper; anyone been there? Second, Tunnel Top. Back when Tuesday Night was centered on the regular Tuesday Night beer at Toledo Lounge, there were actually two Tuesday Night factions. When friends moved west, they started up Tuesday Night West in Tunnel Top. They described the place as a yard sale with liquor, and let’s face it, that can’t be a bad thing.
See you in a few weeks.
Posted March 28th, 2005 We are an hour or so or more out of Chicago, flying over a square state. We are follwing a river that used to be much bigger. I happen to look down and see a small town whose epicenter is the intersection of a major dirt road, a minor dirt road, and a this river. You can tell a lot about a way a town (a people, a nation) grew up by flying over it. This town clearly was a river town. The majority of buildings were on the river-side of the minor road, which runs east west. It is a bend in the river. Boats (probably flat bottomed) headed west and hit this bend. The major road (running north south) probably hits a major city. So the boats hits the bend, stops for a bit, offloads some cargo which heads south, and the boat heads on from there. (I think the sqaure state in question is Colorado… more on that in a bit.)
So from above you see a sort of history. Cultural archeology at 30,000 feet.
(The second Brigett Jones movies is playing and is horribly distracting and all too horrible visually.)
If you can see a history from above, can you see a sort-of future from below? Is the future really below us? We always equate below with the past. That which is buried is the past. It is the past but might very well represent a sort-of future. (Sure the history repeasts itself lesson is still not learned. But this might be more than that.) Eventually, sand will blow over our roads. Our freeways buried under rough ground. Those planned development viruses squished under hundreds of feet of worm droppings and dried alien skin. Kinda takes the urgency out of cleaning the apartment… Continue reading "UA 537 ORD – SNA 5:54pm EST"...
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