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Lies with Words

is the title of the panel I did earlier tonight at illogiCon iii.  Lawrence Schoen, one of the con's guests of honor, hosted and ran the panel.  He did a great job.  Bill Ferris, Gray Rinehart, Ed Schubert, and Michael Williams were the other victims panelists. 

The concept was simple:  In a series of rounds, Lawrence handed us each a card with an obscure word on it.  In each round, he gave us all the same word.  One of the cards had the real definition on it.  The others were blank except for the word.  We made up and wrote on our cards definitions for each word, and then we read aloud our definitions.  The person with the card with the correct definition had to read that definition as if he'd written it.  After we'd all read our definitions, Lawrence took a vote of how many people in the audience believed each of us to be telling the word's real meaning.  We each got one point for each audience member who believed us.  At the end, Lawrence and a volunteer scorekeeper, Liz (sorry for not getting her last name), tallied the votes and declared a winner.

As you might imagine, many of the definitions we invented were funny, as were some of the real meanings.  Being funny proved to be irresistible to many of us with many words, even though it cost us points.

When the panel ended and the final votes appeared, Ed Schubert and I were vying for first place.  As Lawrence announced who would be the runner-up and who would be this year's winner, Ed and I held hands beauty-contestant-style.  When Lawrence announced Ed as the runner-up, we both shrieked and hugged, and then Ed put the crown--a large rubber band that happened to be sitting on a nearby table--on my head.

It was all very touching.

No, there are no photos and no videos of this particular pageant.



The panelists are given a list of obscure and/or obsolete words in advance. One person has the true meaning and the others compose false definition of each words, long or short, simple or complex, as they please. Can the audience tell which is which? Points are Awarded to each panelist for every audience member who buys into his/her lie. - See more at: http://www.lawrencemschoen.com/#sthas... panelists are given a list of obscure and/or obsolete words in advance. One person has the true meaning and the others compose false definition of each words, long or short, simple or complex, as they please. Can the audience tell which is which? Points are Awarded to each panelist for every audience member who buys into his/her lie. - See more at: http://www.lawrencemschoen.com/#sthas...

On the road again: CES, Las Vegas, day 3

I know I've been shortchanging you with these mini blog entries, but, wow, have I had bandwidth troubles.  My excuse for today is simple fatigue:  I went to bed a little after 12:30 a.m. and got up at 3:30 a.m. to begin the process of traveling home.

Where I am now, thank goodness.  I'll be traveling more of this month than I'll be home, so it's good to get to be home.  Even though I'm exhausted, I'm happy because I'm no longer in a plane or an airport.

Now that I have real bandwidth, I can share a few happy snaps from the show.

The Sony booth was huge, a giant circus of electronics surrounded by a wall on which the firm was projecting a huge number of images.

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In a convention center full of viswalls, the LG booth sported what I believe was the largest, one that was, from some angles, sporting 3D images.


Ever wondered what that hot BMW i8 hybrid looks like in person?  I certainly did, which made seeing it a lot of fun. 


It is a beauty, though not quite as quick as my Tesla (sorry, but I couldn't resist the comparison). 

I mentioned in an earlier post that I got to ride in the BMW i3 electric car while Bill did a test drive.  Here's Bill behind the wheel of a demo version of what may well be his next ride.


The car is in the so-homely-it's-cute category.

Now, back to work. 

I'm out.

On the road again: CES, Las Vegas, day 2

The bandwidth, she is a cruel mistress.  Blogging is pain.  Web browsing is impossible.  So, today we talked, walked, looked, and did more of those.  Many interesting devices, though nothing earth-shattering.

Wake-up is at 3:30 a.m. for a 6:00 a.m. flight.  Oh, goody!

On the road again: CES, Las Vegas, day 1

I'm going to keep this way shorter than I'd planned because the bandwidth in my hotel room has turned so bad that I cannot maintain an email connection or download a Web page in anything resembling reasonable time.  (Example:  I tried to open Amazon's home page and gave up after 15 minutes of no progress.) 

The short form is that Bill and I spent the day meeting and discussing many different topics and walking the CES show floor.  In the course of all of that, we also had the chance to see and drive (Bill) and ride (me) in BMW's new electric car, the i3.  It's a weird-looking but fun and quite peppy little car. 

I hope to have pictures and more to say tomorrow, when perhaps some of my many fellow bandwidth-hungry CES attendees will have gone home.

On the road again: CES, Las Vegas, day 0

Today, we traveled to Las Vegas.  Our first flight didn't take off until the late morning, so I didn't have to head to the airport until a little before 10:00 a.m.  Our plane took off on schedule, and I spent too much time working in the Admirals' Club, so I ended up waiting until DFW to get any food.  Fortunately, we had enough time there that I could eat.

For the next flight, we boarded quickly and on time, and then...we waited.  After a half-hour delay, we headed to Las Vegas.  I learned that a plane full of people heading to CES can overload an airplane's bandwidth so much that every single email message is a pain to receive.  Still, I managed to finish a lot of work.

Once we arrived, we took our carry-on bags and joined the day's first long line.

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This one was to get our CES badges, so we could avoid the even crazier lines tomorrow. 

We then headed into the longer taxi line, a winding crowd of people waiting for a ride to the sparkling city. 

We were due to land at 4:25.  We hit our hotel rooms at 6:25.

For dinner, we grabbed a taxi to the Cosmopolitan and headed to the third level to Jose Andres' Jaleo.  The various tapas dishes we tasted were, as always, delicious.

On the way down and out of the hotel, we happened upon one of Liberace's cars.


Maybe my Tesla needs some rhinestones....

Tomorrow, we hit the CES show floor!

Catch me at CES next week

My business partner, Bill, and I are heading to Las Vegas tomorrow for the biggest U.S. trade show of our industry, CES.  We'll be spending two days walking the floor, handing out golden tickets (follow PT's Twitter feed for details) to some vendors of mobile devices, and checking out the many interesting products on offer.

I have no dinner or show reservations; the focus this trip is all work.  Still, I hope we get to eat somewhere interesting at least once.  I know we'll get to spend time talking and planning for our business future, and such time is always fruitful. 

I haven't been to CES in a few years, so I'm quite looking forward to checking out the show.  Bill and I should be easy to spot, so if you see us, come up and say hello.

The first time I read The Great Gatsby

Earlier this evening, I watched for the first time the Baz Luhrmann film of The Great Gatsby.  I enjoyed it well enough, though I still dream of a movie that can do justice to the book--a task that may well be impossible.

As the movie was ending, and Nick was reading the closing, one of those flashes of vivid memory hit me, and I recalled the first time I read this wonderful ending. 

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I was stretched out on my crappy twin bed in my terrible little apartment in Tuscaloosa, my head propped up on pillows, a freshman with few friends and walls that didn't reach the floors.  I read this passage, sat up, swung my legs over the edge of the bed, and released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.  My heart pounded in my chest; I remember putting my right hand to my heart in fear something was wrong.  I was in the presence of greatness, I knew that much, but more, I had read what I was sure was if not the great American novel, then one of the great American novels.  In that moment, Fitzgerald's work was mine and mine alone, as the very best novels are for each of us, until we later realize the very different joys of sharing them. 

Books that move me strongly, that grab my heart and invade my mind and wring me out and cast me aside as if tossed from a speeding roadster, those books are always with me. 

I do not believe I will ever write a novel that leaves someone on the edge of her or his bed, heart pounding, breath held, mind and soul entrapped in the book's vision, but I will always dream of doing so, and I will always love it when others do that to me, no matter how rare the experience.  I'll keep running that race, writing and stretching out my arms, in the hope that this particular fine morning one day comes.

If you're not already busy next weekend...

...you should swing by the Embassy Suites just off Harrison Boulevard in Cary and check out illogicon iii, this year's installment of a fun little local convention.  In addition to guests of honor Mary Robinette Kowal and Lawrence M. Schoen, the con will feature panels and discussions with a bunch of local and nearly folks, including yours truly. 

I'll post more about my schedule as the con finalizes it, but for now it looks like I'll be there at least a bit on Friday night and during the day on Saturday.

The folks who run illogicon, like those who run other SF cons, are unpaid volunteers who are helping keep the SF community going.  Help them out by buying a membership, participating, and making the con a success.

My goals for 2014

Several folks have asked me what my goals are for 2014, so though I don't normally make New Year's resolutions or set such goals, I gave the question some thought.  I decided I did indeed have two goals for this year.

1. Get much healthier.

2. Produce more art.

I'm not willing to go into details as to how I propose to accomplish these goals, but I do have at least a vague sense of a plan. 

We'll know in a year how I did.

Two songs in my head today

I can't explain why, and I see no clear connection between them, yet there they were, running around my noggin much of the day.

This one came first.



Shortly thereafter, this one climbed into my brain and joined it.



As I said, I have no idea why either was there, or how they were related.  Songs just happen sometimes.