Mandy and I were working together on some accounting for Foo
Associates earlier today. We were scratching down notes in an old
notebook when I ran across some old bits and pieces from my days
at MySQL - random lists of tasks, flight schedules, doodlings and
this little snippet of text under the hotel address for OSCON
2002:
Flying into Salt Lake City is amazing. The terrain looks
unfinished, like the surface of a moon recently given life. The
Great Salt Lake spreads out past the horizon and, when low
enough, you can see the weird and wonderful patterns formed by
salt, evaporation and algae spreading out like plumes of gas
boiling off a star.
Later, driving past the lake with an acquaintance, I remember
being nearly equally amazed at the “dead sea creature in the hot
sun” smell that rolls off of it.
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