ribs

Bill Gates invited me to his pad for some ribs on tuesday.

ok fine. He invited me and 200 other punk interns to his place. Of course security was on high. there would no be cream pieing tonight. To get to his house, we passed through the main gates, and drove down 200 meters at a 15% decline to get to the drop off point. Near the entrance is an elevator shaft that goes down roughly 6 stories. 6 stories of craziness man.

The house is made primarily of heavy red oak and surrounded by lush trees and bushes. The backyard where the party was held led to a small beach on the edge of seattle harbor. I sat on a chair on the beach for a while until security came and kicked me off because "this is imported sand sir". From hawaii no less. What? normal sand just isn't good enough?

Like rumors hinted, the moment gates came out the Circle of Interns formed around him to bask in his glory, asking him pointless questions and devouring his equally pointless answers. Fine with me. freed up the VPs to chat about things that actually mattered. I talked to one of the original WinFS dudes, David Campbell, about some of the technology behind the system, including its strong influence from MyLifeBits. (owen: "if the project fails, they can just rename it MyLifeBytes");

hahaha.

great ribs. awesome salmon. delicious brownies.