By lex, on May 2nd, 2007
0500 wake-up for the bus to the ferry to Victoria, B.C. – You’ve got to be kidding me.
A morning tour of the Fleet Maintenance Facility Cape Breton – the old and the new! Moving towards bar coding for their inventory management. Came the question from the crowd: What about RFID? It’s all the thing for inventory control, etc.
June 26th, 2007 by lex
Well, by the time your read this I’m on travel back east – I guess I’ve lived in California too long, when I use the words “back east” to refer to anything other side of the 15, but anyway.
By lex, on May 1st, 2007
Overcome by the skull-thwacking he took in the afternoon lecture series, your correspondent ascended to his lodgings for to lay him down and nap a while, rest being an important ingredient to good health of every kind, and he’d need his strength for after. After two hours and a bit sleeping on both ears, I found my way down to the “Gala Dinner,” wherein a creditable steak was set beside some class of fish product all set atop of bed of risotto or maybe it was tabouli, like. Red wine there was also, but served in such minuscule quantities that you were led to perhaps believe the waiters were counting on the leavings for to send their children through college.
By lex, on April 30th, 2007
It is, I believe, a virtual certainty that no one has ever live-blogged an Operations Analysis/Research conference. Especially after returning to the hotel from a night spent debauching one’s self while watch a pretty damn good blues band named “Brickhouse” at a deceptively scruffy looking place known as the Yale Hotel *. So, once again: Bleeding edge, etc.
By lex, on April 29th, 2007
You: So how was your flight, Lex?
YHS: Not bad at all, less than three hours. Would have maybe been faster, but being an Air Canada jet we had to do everything in French too.
You: And what did you think of the inflight movie you watched on your personal entertainment system?
By lex, on November 23rd, 2008
Broke the news to the Kat that your correspondent was heading to Texas next weekend for to discuss a potentially lucrative opportunity. Resettlement involved of course, but a day’s work for a day’s pay, summat to call my own and none of your confiscatory taxation. Intimated that there might be horseflesh in it for her, not to mention a severe reduction in the amount of paternal angst seeping through the floorboards. What with the crushing burden of debt, and that.
And acreage. I did not neglect to mention the acreage. Asked if she’d like to join me, just to have a look around. See for herself. Make an informed decision.
By lex, on October 9th, 2008
So, the folks from Enterprise took pity on your correspondent the day of his arrival, so bedraggled, undone, and put out of sorts was he from his experience traveling cattle with US Air. They gave him a free “upgrade”, like, to wit, one Toyota Prius, dressed in virginal white.
Having been entranced by the odd gadget over my lifetime, this was too good an offer to pass up: There were oddly lit displays, and economy calculations, and a heterodox starting/shifting scheme that took some little acclimation. Push the key fob in the slot, mash the “start” button, wait until the lights are on, select either “D” or “R” and off you go.