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If I wanted to read, I’d go to class.

You probably hear a lot about the hookers and blow at Macworld, but today for me was full of the part they don’t tell you about: career development.

After a fortifying continental breakfast and walking coffee, I rolled up to the Moscone Center this morning and got in the 30-minute plus registration line. Fortunately, I bumped into possibly the only two people I know at the conference, so we spent the time catching up.

After that it was all blah-di-blah-di-LDAP-di-config-di-port 667-DNS-dscl-di-blah for the next 8 hours. (There’s an unintentional geeky joke contained in that sentence. I hope you missed it.)

Well, I did pick up a few pointers here and there. I actually bailed on my scheduled class and moved to the remedial version for a while, which was a lot more fun and crowded.

But the key event of the day came on my way back to the hotel after I bought my street car pass and went to get on a car to take me back up the hill. The conductor told me to go around and get on the other side, just as the car started to move.

Yes, I actually had to run alongside and jump on, all holding on with one hand with one leg trailing jauntily behind. I just need to eat some sourdough and have an earthquake and I’ll be done with this town.

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