Stuck in Baltimore.
Not that Baltimore is bad, but it’s like Elvis Costello said: “Oh Baltimore, man it’s horrible, just to survive.”
Flew in to BWI this morning, and already had a voice mail from our sales / marketing guy. Could I stop off at the Navy Research Lab to help out a customer? Sure. No problem. Who, again? Doing what? Customer angry? Rush? Hurry hurry? Sure. I can be there in two hours. Do they have a phone number?
On the way, I visited the folks with the monster cluster (one undergrad and a professor building a 240 node cluster. God help them). They have this huge bundle of extension cords under the door of the machine room. Over the weekend, they’re literally going to string extension cords to other buildings in an attempt to bring all the machines online and run a benchmark. On Monday, the crane is coming in to install the new fans on the roof. The governor is showing up in two weeks to dedicate the new facility. Good luck, godspeed, gotta go, here’s my card.
NRL was fun. Simple problems made more complex by a wicked firewall. I think they were happy with 2.5 hours from “it’s all crap” to “wow, this is pretty cool.” Plus, touched base with an old friend who still works there. Maybe we’ll meet up on Sat. Maybe not. We’re both famous flakes that way. “We simply must hang out sometime. Whatev.
Tomorrow, Hopkins training. I need a DVI -> VGA dongle, like, real bad. Otherwise, they’ll be clustered around my laptop screen for the training. No problem with that really. Could be worse.
Oh yeah: The Red Sox are punishing the Yankees. 6 – 0 in the beginning of the third inning. I recognize this game though. It’s going to suck at the end. I’m going to bed now, to have happy dreams about a team who hasn’t won this particular rivalry in 87 years.
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