Augh, Overworked

So my response is: Read blogs! Roy got me to thinking about the long-term consequences of what I do for a living. In pursuit of the goal of keeping our families fed, we continue to create more and more powerful and portable computers, until some day we will all look back with longing on those slow and simple days when only teenagers were constantly texting each other. Given one more technical generation, and every human alive will be connected at all times. One small step from that, and I expect the traffic will be sniffed out continually by some huge cloud of computers whose AI will extract the gist of every conversation. Oh, sure, it's to ferret out terrorists. Right.

Anyway, it's my job to enable this nightmare and avoid unemployment. Don't worry, I'm only one out of thousands of people happily and obliviously doing the same thing. In the service of this mindless directive, I'm suddenly being tasked with another trip -- thought my travlin days wuz over but I wuz wrong -- and this coming weekend will land at the place pictured. I'll probably let people guess all week where the hell it is. It's going to take me at least that long just to figure out what the hell I will be doing there.