I hopped on my bike and rolled into Austin.
See also: Official Invite Privacy Meetup
In the city. That’s where the people live. If there’s one reason to be in the city, it’s the people. The women are beautiful. Plus, they have taco stands in the city.
But I’m not eating tacos anymore. The only reason to be in the city is the women.
When first reading the invite for the event, I wanted to go mostly to see the venue (and the people.)
Indras Awarehouse. Gimcracks and gewgaws adorn every inch of the metal building. A stage at one end. Work stations in the middle, a small kitchen, crazy nooks and crannies, couches and crayola art. A fantastic delight to the senses. My congratulations to the person who formulated this space.
The art-space workshare location. It doesn’t look like a goddamn barnes and nobles, apple store, operating room. It’s got stuff crammed everywhere. You could spend the entire day exploring. It feels like the back of a magic wardrobe, mysteries await around every corner.
It would be a pain in the ass to keep clean. But that’s what the itinerant workforce is for.
After chatting up the city dwellers, I mounted my steel horse and set the autopilot for home.
It was nice meeting you all. Especially Lynn Ulbricht, Ross‘s mother, who spoke about innocent ‘inmates’ languishing in our prisons. I met many suspected agents who were nice enough. I met the director of DEATH ATHLETIC, Jessica Solce. A movie about the FIRST AMENDMENT. I met Ulysses, who I only reference now because I’m reading a book describing Ulysses S. Grant, our eighteenth President of post war reconstruction.
I met Eliza from Lab428, a FOSS next web dev group- who made the entire trip worth it when she told me with a curious grin on her beautiful face, THE INTERNET IS BROKEN. God bless you for seeing the light.
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