“You’re familiar with those stories from people who awaken from
a sort-of air hypnosis, on a plane somewhere over somewhere, with
no idea of where they came from or where they’re going. Those
stories never pull my heartstrings, as this complaint sounds a lot
like someone complaining about their servants or the lack of good
titanium bike rentals on Santorini. Count your blessings, get some
sleep and try to do some good for the world, I say.“That said, it’s a rare ‘warm San Francisca night,’ and very
warm out here in the East Bay suburbs as well, as I face the blank
screen and try to remember exactly what trade show it was that I
attended at Moscone Center a few weeks ago…”