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Day 1: September Summit, 2015

The pictures from yesterday should be fixed.

Technically, I had been here for a few minutes over 24 hours when I crawled out of the bed. I slept fairly well but things feel strange. A shower at least made me presentable and I wandered down to breakfast by 0715. Almost everyone else was there. I pondered if I was in truth, late, but decided that it did not matter. I ate my fruit and patte. I wish I knew what the patte stuff was. I think its lamb. I have no idea. Its some type of processed meat from a can and its lovely.

Anyway, I waited for everyone to wander down to the office at around 0815. I then watched people much taller then I am pull away as they walked very fast. I could have walked fast but, I figured why? So, off they went into the distance and I wandered on along pondering how well I now know these familiar routes.

The first meeting of the day was with Hilmar. He brought us a cake.


Only, it isn't a cake in the understanding of cake that I have. It is a cake because Iceland says it is. It is a Brauotera which is a traditional sandwich loaf. I stared at it in horror. It is made of bread, mayo, and shrimp with cucumbers and tomatoes on the top. 



From what I read the mayo can be mixed with sour cream. I am not a mayo eater and this was perhaps, my worst nightmare when it comes to food. I was staring with such horror that Jayne decided to take my picture and splash it all over twitter. I found out second hand. I hate having my picture taken so its a rather unhappy thing to discover someone is snapping your image and pasting it everywhere. It will teach me to control myself better.

I did not try the mayonnaise soaked horror.

After talking to Hilmar, Steve set up a bowl of M&M's mixed with Skittles.


For me, this was a pretty quiet day. I wound up typing the notes for half of the Sov session when CCP Falcon had to leave for another meeting. He is doing our note taking. Corbexx discussed wormhole stuff. I was able to interject a tiny bit. Lots of low sec loves the jump changes. 

The room is on the second floor and there are no windows. While bigger, its still crowded, and hot, and full of body heat and stuffiness. Its quite a bit to sit in hour after hour. The darkness leaves it feeling like a cave. CCP Falcon said that its back to Trinity for February.

What struck me the most, as I typed the sov sessions since I had precious little to interject and the bits I did have they touched on, was how different various parts of Eve are. I know that I say it all of the time but I am astonished, again and again, what different worlds we live in. I was using Corbexx's laptop and writing in notepad. Right now, I'm spell checking the horror show that came with a strange keyboard while trying to keep up with a conversation I didn't intuitively understand like I do other mechanics in Eve.

It was a long day. On the way out I took a picture of some gorgeous flowers that I have never seen before.


I had dinner. I ordered to much food but I was hungry. Lunch at CCP was some type of weird, spongy fried fish ball. I ate about a third of mine and had some salad. That left me pretty empty by the time we were done. So, I ate. We talked. I pondered virtual life and its virtual universe.


People were going out to meet at the pub. I started to and then realized that today was not the day for me to do that. So, I came back to find out that for the second night I cannot get to the elevator to my room. Last night the fire screen was down. Tonight, they have the wood floor portioned off. I have to walk up to the second floor and back through the building to get to the elevator that goes tot he 8th floor.


This is my room door and the fire exit that leads to the cage. This is a cot in front of it. For some reason this cot is being stored in the hall. It was across from my door yesterday (you can see my door handle on the left). It also had a comforter on it yesterday. Today, it has pillows on it. What I am noticing is a certain fondness for blocking exit doors.

So, there I am. I've gone through and touched up the sessions I talked in. I also spell checked the mangled wads of letters that were the minutes I took during the sov session. Everyone is supposed to check and edit and add any notes that they have.

I guess I'll go to sleep.

Comments

  1. The flowers are Fuschias, good for hanging baskets in shady areas.
    Nyjil

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    1. In europe they cant cope with low temperatures (frost). ....yep thats why you call them basket flowers. But in temperate regions with no/rare frost events ... like south west coastal england you can find wild forms of them in environement.

      Plant family is Onagraceae ... popular among them is the evening primrose which is very common in europe and in north america
      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oenothera_biennis

      Fuchsia is named after Leonard Fuchs. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonhart_Fuchs.

      He is known for probaply being the first guy publishing a scientific drawing book of europaen plants. (1543)

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  2. In the US, local fire / police department would issue citations for obstructing marked emergency exits. I'd leave a note with the front desk about that.

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    1. Thank god the rest of the world doesn't malfunctions like the US.

      A polite word with the hotel manager / desk staff will go a long way.

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    2. Well, (cough) I should have wrote "could" instead of "would" - someone has to complain to fire/police first. I believe it is a fire code violation in the US, and if a local Fire Department was doing a scheduled inspection, they would probably issue a citation... because it was a scheduled inspection.

      But in this case, a note or comment to the desk staff is where I (US person) would start, as well. The item in question is clearly some temporary storage thing, staff probably left it there overnight, without much thought, and it will probably get moved somewhere else the next day.

      In an actual emergency, blundering into/over that stuff on your hurry out of the building, could really ruin your night.

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