"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Into the Hereafter.

Pete had to jump on my bed to get me to wake the hell up this morning. He, Dan and I went to the Diner for cheesesteaks, then rolled over to the Best Western for the talks portion of Pumpcon. We missed the Hacker Trivia section of the day, but managed to get in just as Jason was gearing up to give his talk on simulating a cortical network. Totally awesome stuff. Jason is one of those humble geniuses and one of my favorite people.

Apparently with 250 nodes in this neural network, something like ten million neurons, it's still only hitting a three millimeter thick one centimeter by one centimeter square of cortex.

I wish we had audio of the talks. The simulated neurons were related to ravers by one of the audience, to which Jason responded with something along the lines of "And now I'm going to hit ^C and kill one of those ravers."

The other talks were also entertaining, but Jason's was definitely the high point for me. I was disappointed that mudge didn't give his buffer overflow talk. He was apparently not feeling well.

Kyle got pulled in to give a brief run-down of Factory. Someone asked what exactly we do there and I had to pipe up "I think the proper answer at the moment is fuck-all." We keep saying that needs to change, but have yet to come up with anything other than it being an office away from the office.

After the talks, we headed back to our apartment and I took a much-needed nap. Eventually I got kicked out of bed again and we went to Pietro's for some awesome pizza. Then it was off to Nick's for the afterparty.

We only spent a couple hours there, as we were all pretty beat. Dan and I left with Hunter and Faith, and hung out with them on South St. for a bit. I haven't seen Hunter in months, since he quit work to go to school full-time, and he seems like a much happier individual, which makes me happy. Hunter is awesome.

There were many, many crazily dressed people out on South St. Most of them wearing too little goddamn clothing. I really wanted to yell at some of them: "Look, girl, a pair of cat ears and skank clothing do not a costume make. k? k!"

Dan and I came back here, played some Katamari Damancy and Puzzle Fighter, I talked to Nancy for a while (she called while we were in the car headed back into the city, and Hunter and Faith both gave me 'wtf' looks when I answered the phone "Hey, sweetie." People are going to have to get used to this shit) and now I'm going to read for a bit and then crash.

Rik and Gloria are supposed to come down tomorrow afternoon. Should be a good time.

October 31, 2004 2:48 AM