In a word: Bizarre. Suddenly I'm meeting journalists all over the place, journalists who for whatever strange reason know who I am. Why? What?
Really?
Posing here with the editor of CB news Benjamin and AOL's free ice-cream (aol are in the ice-cream buisiness now y'all.) I had a blast but find it to be real hard work with the sun taking most of my energy.
One of these days I'm going to Cannes on a vacation.
I didn't even manage my traditional dip in the ocean and race to the buoys with the Dutch soundcrew of Massive music (who I have never once beaten, but it's fun to try).
Oh well, next year?
The best part is the aurora, when I was a child I was told this was a reflection of how much fish was in the rivers and lakes. I still believe it.
I have a friend who is currently touring Europe as he works remotely on projects, and attends various coding bootcamps and summits along the way, who is the perfect target market for this idea.
Nashville. A city in the middle of an American state which is deeply conservative, where "everyone" prays to Dolly Parton, drinks whiskey, and owns a cowboy hat, a few guns, as well as real cowboy boots. Right? Or?