DAC '99 Technical Notes

There are still a few bugs in the system at Georgia Tech

Friday, 2:30 p.m.
 
I am sitting in the conference room where Professor Rabyd will be explaining his psychedelic hypertext novel, Sunshine 69.
 
I just smoked a cigarette with Tim Ryder from Melbourne, who, last night, led Scott and I on a drunken taxiride into purgatory. I awoke at noon, the conference in session, I unregistered, the glass table in the hotel room shattered, cigarette butts trampled on the balcony.
 
At this point, I am registered but still unsure why I'm here or what I hope to learn or achieve, beyond giving what will hopefully be a good reading. In the context of what I've seen so far, a fresh breath of art—practice undiluted by theory—will be successful, I hope.
 
I am proving so far unconfident and inept in the face of meeting interesting people. The conference is, however, crawling with interesting people from many countries. As I walk among them and allow them to observe my name tag they will all silently note that I am someone they have never heard of from a part of America they have never heard of from a school they have never heard of, a school which helped make the Web possible by introducing the prototype web browser Mosaic.
 
The session is in session.

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