History is shaped by our hands.

The high-speed internet in my hotel room is about as reliable as a condom made out of swiss cheese - and it smells just as funky when you are done with it. (??? - yeah, I don't know why I wrote that either).

So I'm being naughty and I was able to sneak onto a dial-up connection here at the convention center. I'm supposed to be working. Shhh... don't tell anyone. As if playing on Mindsay when I'm working on the road is any different than playing on Mindsay when I'm working at home.

Saw some amazing parts of our beautiful country today during my morning off. I got some great pictures, even from my camera, which seems more and more like a child's toy after the 45 minutes I got with nomad 's new camera last week. I'd love to show you some of these pictures, but you'd know immediately where I am and then it wouldn't be two hard to put two and two together and get Xxxxxx and you'd know where I worked. And that, my readers, will remain a secret.