30 June 2002

We’re cruising at 32,000 feet on an Air Canada CRJ now, passing over northern New York which from here looks sparse and green through the heavy summer haze. The last few days in Ottawa were a twisted mix of deep & heady talks on the Linux kernel during the day and a desperate, unabated drunken revelry by night.

And if I was disappointed in the city’s quiet civility and whiney juvenility during the G8, this was more than made up for by the wild energy in the streets and pubs and restaurants that resulted from the concurrence of Canada Day weekend and Brazil’s World Cup victory.