will you be there?

Whenever I think of Dallas, I think of a long, unbroken highway looping into the darkness around cities and plazas and construction sites, and the road just runs and runs and runs, three lanes or two lanes or eight lanes, and all these tendrils of concrete warp and twist around each other in an automobile moebius.

I'll be up in north Dallas this afternoon at ConDFW.

Lots to do before then, though.

I gots to jet.

Tomorrow, we'll have a rel treat, and I'm going to give you a hint.