So I was in Tucson Arizona, and it was allright
I ate only Mexican food, and tried a restaurant that Bill Clinton ate when he visited Tucson (had presidential plate). I spoke at the conference, but was amazed that they wanted me to pay a registration fee, even though I was a speaker. Apparently wires got crossed, for that's just not the way things work in PAULSOP.COM town. I've spoken at conferences of all sizes, all around the world, and this was a first. They tried to explain that their business model is a non-profit one and that everyone needs to pay. I explained to them that a) I'm not responsible for their business model, and b) perhaps they ought to improve their business model. So I'm sending them a cheque, pro-rated for the amount of time I was attending, and I'll even be kind enough to add the cost of the muffin and coffee (I'm indexing Starbucks prices). That's what they get, and they should be glad of it. My ego is not so incorrect that I should pay people to listen to me. .. . wait. I pay for paulsop.com hosting. hmmm. I should reflect more on this! :)
On another note
I'm speaking at the KWSQA in January (see member companies) in January (thanks for the invite Chris!). If you're around, do pop by. I have promised more animation than ever before, and possibly larger fonts too. Topic: "Top ten things to test for when testing software security." I am not asked to pay here (again, my mind boggles).
Back to Tucson for a second...
It's an interesting place. A university town to be sure, but the environment preserves buildings from many eras, so you'll see very new buildings right next to extremely old ones.
All the residential buildings are so vastly different than those in Ontario Canada where I live. They seemed more like rectaliniar shade structures. Many were very shiny and new looking, but the desert and dust around them was littered with bits of ... well .. litter. It had an antiseptic feel to it for sure. When the sun would go down, all the desert colors would set in, the sky would turn azure, and the earth would turn pinky red. Each night, there'd be a different effect. It was like Arthur C. Clarke's Mars imaginations.
Deserts
I really love deserts (I've camped more in deserts than anywhere else), so I took a few tours of the area. I had hoped to find a big rock to camp on, but instead, I found a great cave (Colossal Cave). I'd never been in a cave before, and it was certainly not how I'd imagined it. It really made you appreciate 3 dimensional space more than any architecture humans have built. I'm thinking I'm hooked on caves, and will need to check more out as soon as possible. Cave photography is very difficult -- I believe I'd need a very wide lens, and some clever lighting. I've only included one shot of the cave in the gallery this month (even though I took several). You'll notice that the many of the stalactites are broken -- cowboys in the olden days would shoot them for target practice!
Scary Landing in Tucson
Oh, when I landed in Tucson (went from Buf to Atl, and form Atl to Tuc), there were some exciting and tense moments, for the landing gear had a fault and the tires were flat! So I, sitting in the exit row, along with the other folks in the exit row, had an extended 30 minute safety session. Apparently some sensor told them that the tires were too hot. We landed safely, however it was very bumpy, and there were lots of fire trucks to greet us. Since the plane couldn't move with its broken wheel, we had to exit via a bus to the terminal.
I asked a flight attendant how many times she'd experienced something similar. She informed me in her 20 years, this was the first. I told her, this is my third landing gear fiasco.
Flight Delays
On the way back, there was weather, so all flights were delayed by about 12 hours . I finally landed in Buf at 4am in a snow storm, with all hotels booked. I was tired, but kept driving home. I stopped at every hotel I saw, but they were all booked along the QEW. It normally takes 2 hours to get home (max), but it took me about 5.5 hours due to the weather, and a few 'sleep in the car for 30 minutes' episodes. Some ask: why not fly from Toronto? Well, even though there was huge hassle on this flight, the average time I save by flying out of Buffalo vs. Toronto works like this:
Buf: 2 hour drive on empty roads, 10 minutes mostly empty border, 30 minutes in mostly empty airport
Tor: 1 hour drive on busy road, 30 minutes in customs, 60 minutes in airport -- with much more walking, and lots more congestion
So it's 2 hours 40 minutes of peace in Buffalo, or 2 hours 30 minutes of crazyness in Toronto. Oh, and Toronto costs more too. I'll take the peace anyday.
On the matter of peace
I've been flying for years, collecting points. I think I had close to 100 flights in 2004! Yowza! So after a while, when something is delayed, or a connector doesn't, you just learn to cope. Lots of other folks do not cope. They get angry, vocal, and animated. I think Southwest did a reality show on this a while back (was a gas! I was in BWI (Baltimore) when they were filming!). It's very curious to watch those who choose (the key is they CHOOSE) to go crazy, vs. those who choose to find a good place to lean and read a book, hook into the WiFi, have a nap, contemplate zen, etc... I've found that you can meet the nicest folks from all walks of life, from all over our sphere, while delayed. It's a great opportunity for fun. Look for people who are sitting on the ground -- those chairs are just not comfortable for several hours of sitting. The uptight folk usually sit on the chairs while the groovy world travelers find a nice place near a heater by a wall and the floor. Seek them out.
One more thing on Toronto
There's a twist as well, for Toronto's 401 is very unpredictable. Sometimes it takes 45 minutes for me to get to that airport, sometimes it takes 3 hours. It all depends upon a complicated formula with 42 variables (e.g. IQ Density on the 401, the inappropriate construction index, etc...) I've always left in plenty of time to catch flights in Toronto, only to miss flights while stuck in inexplicable traffic. This has happened only once for Buffalo.
Moral of this blogpost: Fly from Buffalo; seek floor when delayed; be thankful to arrive alive; find small local restaurants.