tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34527343798166917852011-11-21T20:57:19.508-08:00Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15732819755000554717noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3452734379816691785.post-28493682836827907662009-03-12T12:51:00.001-07:002009-03-22T07:47:10.257-07:00A good day never starts with a trip to the airport, so I was already resigned to less-than-good when I arrived at my local airport to fly to PyCon. A pity, but no more than an essential prelude to what was normally a pretty good time. I looked forward to renewing friendships with people I interact with all the time but only see through the face for one intense week every year. In short, the life of a geek in post-post-modern America.<br /><br />I was coming to PyCon loaded for bear, with my trusty laptop and a touchscreen Thinkpad I wanted to give another chance after a fairly unimpressive experience at an earlier conference. As usual on such occasions I noticed some expressions of amusement and disbelief from fellow-travelers as I disgorged two laptops from my carry-on for inspection by a bored TSA team. For a believer in small government George W Bush sure hired a lot of people onto the payroll, in defiance of everything known about security from random acts of terror. But that's another story.<br /><br />Yes, that's me. Two Laptop Man is in town, and looking to learn about Python.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3452734379816691785-2849368283682790766?l=twolaptopman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stevehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15732819755000554717noreply@blogger.com1