At Foo

At Foo.

interesting first evening. I'm here at Camp Foo and it's *super
crowded*. I don't know how many people are here, but it's a ton. We
barely fit into the meeting room upstairs. All of them are incredibly
interesting people as well… It's frightening.

So I guess it's an open secret, but the reason that O'Reilly is
able to host this thing is because they own two *huge* buildings up
here in Sebastopol – bought during The Boom, half of them are
completely empty. I mean, completely. So that's where the people can
sleep. Had I known, I would've gotten here earlier and staked out a
little private office for myself to sleep in. When the invite talked
about sleeping in the offices, I *swear* I envisioned sleeping under
someone's desk, trying to avoid knocking over pictures of their kids,
etc. I had no idea they were talking about offices completely empty of
furniture etc.

I'm *not* particularly social, so every moment I'm talking to
someone new, somewhere deep inside my mind is something screaming at me
“run, run, run!” and I have to simultaneously ignore that voice while
actually thinking of things to say. Preferably intelligent things to
say. I'm not sure if I've actually succeeded at that yet. You'd figure
at a gathering filled with anti-social geeks this would be a common
thing, but everyone is chatting away merrily. Me? I almost had a heart
attack getting up to introduce myself.

So I'm sleeping in my SUV tonight. It's not that bad – I have an
inflatable mattress which fits in the back and will be perfect. Plus
it'll be private. That's very important as I snore like a freight
train… I mean, really loud. Better to stay clear of other living

More tomorrow. [Russell Beattie Notebook]

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