Sometimes the perfect plan is a simple one

I'm now in Vancouver for TED, which starts Monday morning and for which registration opens tomorrow.  I've not seen much of this city, but it seems to be a cool place, and I know it has a strong food scene, so normally I'd be spending my Saturday night at a hot restaurant.

Instead, I'm eating room service and watching a movie in my room--because it's exactly what I want to be doing right now.

In unrelated news, my next band name may well be Chew the Sphincter.

Oh, yeah:  the new thing launches Monday.

Willow and TED

Over the last year, Willow has become one of my favorite Portland restaurants, and it's also the best bargain for a tasting menu I've experienced.  Earlier tonight, I enjoyed a delicious six-course (seven if you count the amuse) meal for fifty bucks; that's a bargain.  Every course was interesting and delicious.  I can't recommend this place too strongly.

Tomorrow, I must get up very early to do the check-out/airport run/flight thing.  Destination:  Vancouver, B.C., Canada, and TED!  I'm excited.

So, about that new, odd thing that's coming Monday

You can see the countdown to it on Facebook, on Twitter, and on Instagram.  Those pages will give you a tiny bit more data.  Sign into your accounts on all three, like these entries, and follow them, and more info will come to you.  On Monday, a lot more will come to you.

I'm excited.  I hope you will be, too.

Monday

is when that new, odd thing should appear.  Already, a countdown is showing up on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

I'll tell you a tiny bit more tomorrow.

I'd tell you more about a very good dinner at Little Bird

but right now, many, many hours later than the timestamp on this blog post indicates, I'm too tired to do anything but crash.

Tomorrow.  For sure.

Phrases of a very long day

Five hours of sleep.

Twenty-two hours of day.

Two flights.

One exit-row seat, almost tolerable.

One non-exit-row seat, with one folded laptop, two nearly cramped shoulders, and one sweat-soaked shirt.

Spam musubi and macaroni salad snack from a nearby Hawaiian food stand.

Wonderful Mediterranean dinner from Tusk.  Eat there if you can.

Lots and lots and lots of work.

One of the problems with being a night owl

is the challenge morning flights pose.  Take tomorrow, for example.  I have to be at the airport at 5:30 a.m., which means I have to get up to shower at 4:45 a.m.  For some people, that would be no big deal, just waking up an hour or two earlier than usual.  For me, however, it means that about the time I'd stop reading in bed most nights, I have to get up.  To get any sleep at all, I have to try my luck in the bed during what is normally for me prime productivity time.

I consequently hate early flights, inevitable as they are on some trips.

I am not looking forward to the morning.