I’m collapsed in a bean bag chair in the Moscone Center in San Francisco at 10 pm (Pacific). It’s been a long day – sessions from 8:30 this morning, one more session that I’m waiting for (at 10:30), and then the 11:30 set of options that I’m skipping in favor of sleep. This bean bag is mighty comfortable. Wouldn’t take much for me to fall asleep here.

More blogging to come as I digest all tha I’m encountering here at JavaOne. Lots of neat technical stuff, some of it presented by better speakers than others. And, of course, there’s the whole city of San Francisco waiting outside, with all of its wonderful experiences. In the course of literally a city block, I encountered (1) a homeless guy who conversed me with about his theories of why library security officers give him such grief – discussion complete with him pulling out a copy of the NIV Bible and reading verses from Deut 23 (?) re: slaves….. (2) a drag queen / cross-dresser / transvestite (insert appropriate term – I’m not conversant enough with the differences and don’t particularly care to be educated) – this drag queen appeared to be listening discreetly to the homeless guy, though not participating in the conversation. [This all happened in StarBucks, btw, in case that puts an even weirder spin on things.] (3) And then there were the 4 (!) women carrying shopping bags from a shopping expedition from their boss, the CEO of a hospital. I had commented about what studious shoppers they seemed to be, when they informed me incredulously that this lady had bought 3 leather coats. The worse offense, it seemed to at least one of them, was that these leather coats were not suitable attire according to the dress code of the hospital. Just having spoken to the homeless guy and having passed many this week who were shivering in the chilly SF evenings, I think there were worse things to be offended about.