Considering that it’s 7:30 AM local time—where "local" means Aarhus, Denmark—and I’m awake and online, it looks like I’ve successfully reset my internal clock. Of course, my approach consisted of staying awake for 28 hours continuously then having three excellent beers with dinner. There are probably easier ways, and there may be repercussions later.
I’ve always heard good things about JAOO, so it was an honor and a delight to be invited. So far, just hanging around the hotel has been interesting. Waiting to check in yesterday evening, I encountered Richard Gabriel and one of the guys who designed Windows PowerShell. (He still calls it Monad, which I think was a much better name than "PowerShell". Also, I wish I’d gotten his name, but I was a too distracted by the problem with my reservation.)
After dinner, I started chatting with some ThoughtWorkers over a game of ZombieFluxx. Two observations: first, ZombieFluxx is the kind of game that only a computer programmer or a lawyer could love. The deck of cards includes many cards that change the rules of the game itself. Gameplay changes from turn to turn based on the current state of the rule cards showing. There’s even a card that requires you to groan like the undead whenever you turn over a new "zombie" card. Very meta. Second, it seems that TW people make up half of every conference I go to. They must have a fantastic training budget, because they are disproportionately represented relative to their much larger competitors like Accenture, Deloitte, and that crowd. Woe to the conference industry if ThoughtWorks falls on hard times.
My primary goal for today was to get over jetlag. Having accomplished that before 8 AM, I’ll now see about straightening out my hotel situation. It’s hard to think much about software when you may not have a roof over your head come nightfall.
Update: Got my hotel issues resolved. Now at a thoroughly modern, thoroughly Danish hotel called the "Best Western Oasia". Funny, but I always think of "Best Western" as the cruddy, mildewed cheap hotels off the Interstate in places like west Texas and Birmingham, Alabama. This hotel may cause me to reevaluate that image! It’s nice, in a kind of "living inside Ikea" way.
(And, yes, I know Ikea is Swedish, not Danish. It’s the bare wood, spare furnishings, and black lacquer I’m talking about.)