Top of the B-List
Inspired by SxSW, I have taken a step toward fulfilling one of my goals in life. I can’t really talk too much about it here, but like Kristin, I’ve done something that kind of scared me, and it feels good to face it. Thanks to everyone who knows what the heck I’m talking about. Your support is so very important to me.
Hopefully, there will be more to share with all of you soon!
It’s traditional for everyone to come home and talk about all the great people they met and link to their sites. I’m going to do things a little differently. Because of my own stupid timidity, there were a number of people I either didn’t meet at all, or with whom I only exchanged the lamest of pleasantries. I say this to my shame. Here are the ones that got away:
Wow, that’s a lot of folks, and of course I’ve probably forgotten a few more. I don’t mean to imply that any of these people felt diminished by me denying them my company. I just feel bad that I didn’t make more of an effort. If you’re on this list, and you feel the same, get in touch!
Well, here I am, settled in to my hotel room and blogging already. I just wanted to note how much nicer my hotel is than last year, and apparently it’s about the same price! The Hampton Inn and Suites just opened recently and it’s only about two blocks from the Convention Center, where all the SxSW stuff is going on.
The weather is gorgeous, sunny, maybe about 70°F. I forgot sunscreen and just had to go out and get some. Tonight is Break Bread With Brad, one of my favourite events. It’s a perfect icebreaker and a chance to catch up with old friends and make new ones.
I spent last night with the amazing Browns. They manage to juggle two energetic boys, a crazy dog, and a cat, and still make room for little old me.
Gotta go now. I’m being IM’ed!
I sell computers for one of Toronto’s largest and oldest Apple dealers. Over the past few years, my job has brought me into contact with a lot of famous people, and I usually mention it here. I thought it would be neat to list them all in one place. In no particular order:
And, on a day when I wasn’t there, Michael Caine stopped by for some help with his iPod.
Last night, due to the -18°C temperatures, Brooke and I decided to take a cab home from my dad’s place. Our cab driver was a young Pakistani guy, who chatted amiably about how he’s completely shocked by the cold weather here. He remarked how in Pakistan, there’s a saying, “May the hot winds never touch you.” He joked how in Canada, it should go, “May the cold winds never touch you.” After living in temperatures that approach 47°C in summertime, he’s having a hard time adjusting.
Since so many cab drivers are often professionals in exile, I asked him what he did before he came to Canada. He said that driving a taxi was his first job, not just in Canada, but ever. Assuming he was just out of school, I asked what he studied. Who knows? Maybe he was an aspiring doctor or engineer. “Not much,” he said, “I mostly just played cricket.” From a life of leisure in sunny Pakistan to driving a taxi in frigid Canada. I wish him well.