I’ve been up since 9am, though I ‘slept’ on the plane and in the car — to the extent that counts; Steve calls it ‘quasi-sleep’. Sara, Steve’s friend, took me to a bar for food and to hang out with a bunch of her friends who hang out on Wednesday nights. It was a good time, lots of talk of books and the city and this and that. Her boyfriend Dave is a Burner and he told me of a fascinating connection between that thing in the desert and a SF grandmaster I’m very fond of. Perhaps I’ll post about it, but I think it is something you should ask me about in person. :)
Time to lay down, and rest for a while.
