So I've arrived in Phoenix without incident. According to my watch, the trip took -3 minutes. The conference is at the nicest hotel/resort/spa I've ever been to. A hamburger costs $17 here. So while the palatial resort is nice, I'll probably eat a few meals across the way at In-n-Out.
The view of the rising moon from my private balcony. This is actually the view of the parking lot; the more expensive rooms look out the other way towards the pools.
My talk isn't until Wednesday, so until then I'm on autopilot, enjoying the way nice accomodation and blast furnace weather. :)
In-n-Out is awesome, even considering the fact that they're run by some pretty hardcore Christians. I guess they get bonus points for having a name that describes the digestive process. I like to imagine that the little burger bits get to go on a toboggan ride of grease straight down your esophagus and finally pop out your asshole, where pictures are taken and sold at a booth right outside the exit for $4 a shot.
I guess it sortof brings new meaning to the term, "log flume."