Thatch Caye

Although technically this is the same day as my last post, that day was today. Since one post is travel, while the other is our new home, I hope that my readers will forgive me for creating a journal entry starting with our arrival at Thatch Caye. We were greeted at the dock by Sarah. This was an easy one. It didn’t take me long to learn that by the end of the day, everyone that I dealt with would know my name, and to keep from sounding like a complete fool, I made a strong effort to learn their names. By the end of the day, I learned our host’s name, Sarah (think Mr. Rourke from Fantasy Island), our bartenders, Omar and Clarence (think Isaac from The Love Boat), and the head grounds keeper Indie (think–er., the head grounds keeper, Indie).

We have a thatch-roofed hut over the water with slate floor, and a shell faucet. There are hammocks hanging on our porch, which we promptly fell into. Sarah took a nap while I went out exploring. The island is nine acres. Our Enumclaw property was 8 acres. It is a one-mile walk from one end of the island to the other. The north end is still pretty undeveloped, and needs some cleaning, but it also provides the most private beach. The power comes from a combination of a wind turbine and solar power, with a gas generator to take up the slack. The toilets flush with salt water from the ocean, while the shower runs on recycled rain water. Every meal so far has been gourmet.

  

 At night, the weather got a bit stormy. The hammocks were sideways, one chair was blown against our deck railing, and we could hear the sea getting rough. The side of the hut was battered by rain. It was a very comforting thing to fall asleep to.

Travel Day

Our journey to Belize was a comedy of errors that began nearly two weeks before we ever left for the airport. Sarah’s reservations for one leg of the trip were accidentally made under her maiden name by one of her family members. To correct it cost an additional $400 dollars, and resulted in her having to take a separate flight on the first part of our journey, and us not being able to sit together from LAX to Belize. On the plus side, we both had window seats.

As we were waiting to board the plane to Belize, we received an email from Sarah’s parents saying that their flight had been delayed for three or four hours. This meant that they were now scheduled to be landing ten minutes before we were scheduled to take off. We let the gate agent know they were coming. We let the stewardesses know. We sat on the gangway, refusing to get on the plane so they couldn’t close the door. Two people from her parent’s flight came running down t. he gangway, saying that the plane was unloading at the gate right next to ours, but they had been sitting in the front of the plane. We waited, and eventually had to get on the plane. As we were walking towards our seats, Sarah’s parents showed up. After some quick and relieved greetings, we all went to our separate seats, and settled in for the red-eye flight.

We arrived in Belize at 8 a.m. local time, having left home at 1 p.m. the previous day. However, we were not to our final destination yet. Going through customs was uneventful outside of the power at the airport going out–never had that happen before. All of our luggage, including Sarah’s parents’ bags, arrived safely. We were moved to an earlier flight to Dangriga, and went to sit in the small Belizean airport. We had not eaten since 4 p.m. the previous day, but there were no places to purchase food here.

Getting on the next plane was where our vacation really started for me. It was a small plane that held 12 people, but the four of us and one local were the only passengers. I got to sit behind the pilot and watch him fly. We made about a five-minute jaunt to Belize City, and then flew to Dangriga. In this tiny airport, we met up with Seth and Mai, and boarded a van which took us to the docks. From there, we boarded a boat, and started a rough 9 mile crossing to a private island where the six of us would be joining eight other guests. The entire journey took approximately 23 hours.
 

 

Ka!

Today was the last day of the conference, and I must admit that I was a bit burned out. I skipped going to a lot of it. As usual, I started the day off with a nice long walk. Then, after breakfast, I listened to a few of the papers being presented, and then went off to purchase tickets for Ka. Instead of going back, I went up to my room, called my parents, and then called T-Mobile to try to get my phone fixed. It may have worked, but I need to give it time.

After this, I went and watched a couple of presentations, but I couldn’t stay in my seat, so I walked around in back. During lunch, I did another walk, and didn’t actually get anything but a Starbucks to eat. I watched the remaining presentations–one from my seat and the rest I listened to while pacing the back. Again, I decided to skip the last workshop and do some more walking.

After my walk, I changed for dinner, had a nice Italian meal in the hotel–more costly than all the food I had bought combined since leaving (although most of my meals were covered in the price of the convention). I then went to the Million Dollar Challenge, watched a bit of it, but once again left early. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time for the show.

I had seen Ka before, but it is by far the best Cirque De Soliel I have seen. Even now, I would be ready to see it again. The theater is impressive, but the stage–a multi-tonne robotic platform–is absolutely awesome. The show is full of flying, falling, special effects and pyrotechnics. Plus, the story is very clear. I had a great seat. I just wish I could have shared the experience with Sarah.
 

Tomorrow I go home and get to see her again. I’m glad, because I miss her.

Another Amazing Day

Well, it doesn’t seem possible to get enough sleep. It could also have something to do with sitting in lectures for the better part of the day. Either way, I was once again having difficulties staying awake. However, there were a couple of times that I did not have any trouble.

This morning, I sat down at an empty table to have breakfast, and Randi sat down next to me. Well, he actually left a chair between us, but I quickly remedied that when he went to get his food. He is just a brilliant man; sharper at 86 than I ever was. And he is so friendly. He told the table stories, but made sure to include everyone at the table. He did a couple of magic tricks, and kept joking that I was laughing. Actually, I believe that I was grinning from ear to ear.

I also got to watch a live recording of the Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe, where they revealed a new Rogue. It was so wonderful seeing one of my favorite podcasts recorded live. I find it fascinating that sometime next week I will be walking to work and listening to it again on my iPod. But wait: the fun didn’t stop there! I also got to watch a special private recording of the Skeptic’s Guide. This one only had 30 people. It was a fascinating episode where George Hrab interviewed the Rogues. There was even a part where Bob and then George started crying. It was touching.

The SGU was not the only interesting part of the day. Today was the day I went to the James Randi Celebration, a party to remember all the good he has done for so many people. I was at the table closest to the stage. Actually, I had been in the front row–just behind the VIP seating–for the entire conference. I was good at getting there early.

What an amazing day at The Amazing Meeting!

Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe Charity Dinner

I woke up today completely dead, and about 30 minutes before things started. I had only gotten 5 hours of sleep, and the Mai Tai (or more) that I had had last night was lingering. There was also about two hours of lectures on a person whom I had never heard of, and I was having trouble keeping my eyes open. However, I was front row, center. I also saw Al again, whom I had met the first day I was here, and saw a couple other people whom I had met yesterday. Then there were the new people I met. It seems to be very easy to meet people here; everyone is so friendly.

Today was the day for the Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe charity dinner. The food was okay, but the event was great fun. Jay Novella sat at our table and talked with us throughout the meal. He is so friendly; talking to him is like seeing a friend you haven’t seen for a while. I really like him. At the event, there was a charity auction. One of the things up for bid was a guest rogue spot on the SGU, which went for $3,700! The winner got a standing ovation.

The SGU also decided to do a private recording in addition to their normal public recording, possibly partially influenced by me asking Steven Novella about it during registration. I will be going to that tomorrow, and am really looking forward to it.

I did not leave the hotel the entire day today, and I am off to bed now to try to catch up on some sleep. Actually, I only left the conference hall once to get my cookie, and was only gone for 15 minutes.

Day One of TAM

I am at The Amazing Meeting, and I learned today that the name is accurate. I have no words to describe the experience outside of amazing. The workshops were well constructed and informative, as well as entertaining. Even more surprising, however, were how accessible the people that I consider to be my heroes were.

Going to the first workshop, James Randi (The Amazing Randi) was standing near the registration desk, personally greeting people. He was not only happy to have his picture taken with me, but he sat and talked to me for a while. After I was done there, I saw Steve and Jay Novella and was able to talk with them as well. I spoke with Jay a couple of times throughout the day, and he was extremely friendly, despite everyone wanting to have a piece of his time. Meeting the cast of the Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe for me was a lot like a teenager meeting the singer of their favorite band.

My first workshop was “1`0 Years of Skeptic Podcasting – A Panel Discussion”. This was more stories of some of the things that can happen while running a popular skeptical podcast. We had the hosts of the SGU, Skepticality, and The Skeptic Zone.

The next workshop was “Asking Good Questions,” where we learned how to phrase questions in a manner that is conductive to getting pertinent information in an argument in a non-threatening manner. After a break for lunch, I went to “Investigating Mysteries: 10 Practical Tactics to Unravel the Uncanny”. This workshop focused on how to research claims that are very unusual, such as the bishop who claimed he had invented a TV that allowed him to watch events that had happened in the past, after the bishop had died and the device had been “lost”.

The final workshop of the day was “SGU Presents: How to Argue”. This was a wonderful discussion about how to form arguments depending on your target audience. One of the main points was that you need to have a goal, and convincing the other person that they are wrong is not a good one. The first thing you should do is find common ground and agree upon premises. Asking short, directed questions that encourage the other party to come to a logical conclusion on their own is one way to proceed. However, sometimes it is appropriate to tear someone apart. Other times it might be appropriate to coax their true beliefs out, not in order to change them, but to let others who were listening to the person know just how crazy they are.

After the workshops, we went to the Welcome Reception, where I sat down with a bunch of people I had never met before, and had wonderful conversations. I even had a person with a PhD in astrophysics explain time dilation for  me. He said that there is only one speed, and that is the speed of light. We are all moving at the speed of light, but through time. When we start to move through space, you are taking length from the time axis and adding it to the distance axis. A calculation of the hypotenuse gives a correct value for time dilation.

I’m off now to find the best Mai Tai in Las Vegas. I’m hoping that I’ll make it to bed by midnight tonight.

UPDATE:

Fremont Street was absolutely amazing. It was a several block wild party with four or five live bands, light shows, zip lining, and people everywhere. One band, while introducing their next song, welcomed us to the drunkest street in the United States. I must admit that I was among the people giving it that name. I had eventually found Frank’s Tiki Lounge, and they did indeed have good Mai Tais. However, there were Cocktail type bars there, throwing bottles and pouring drinks, and I had to have a couple of those as well. It was overwhelming and a blast.

On the way back, I couldn’t find the bus stop, possibly because I had a bit too much to drink, and I walked past the Stratosphere before I finally caught a bus. Then I got off at Caesar’s Palace, wanting to see the shops, which were closed. I wound up walking back from there, but not in nearly enough time to get a full night’s sleep.

The Amazing Meeting

Today I flew to TAM. I was supposed to be meeting a friend here, but he got sick and used up his vacation pay, so I am here alone. This was only the second time that I have flown by myself. I was a little worried that I hadn’t done everything correctly, and that they wouldn’t let me on the flight. I was worrying needlessly, however. I made it through security without any problems, and was one of the first people on the plane. I even had a window seat with an empty seat next to me.

When checking into the Tropicana in Vegas, I was standing behind Massimo, from the Skeptically Speaking podcast. I was told my room would be ready in just a short while, and after two hours, I decided to go for a walk. I walked the entire length of the strip, and purchased a bus pass on the way back. I wanted to make sure I got back in time to register. I still hadn’t received a text saying my room was ready, so I went to the front desk. They had somehow forgotten to notify me, so they gave me a $50 voucher.

During registration, I saw James Randy, but I was too shy to go up and talk to him. I probably should have because this was most likely my only chance.

After getting my room, and getting settled, I went to the Drinking Skeptically in the lounge. I felt uncomfortable, but started talking with another person who was also sitting alone. We wound up going to Chili’s together for dinner. Oddly, after we ordered the same thing, a bacon cheese burger, I found that he was also a software developer. Al liked to talk, so I could sit and listen, and not have to worry about saying anything stupid. Again, my shyness poking through.

Tomorrow the conference begins.

The Big Reveal

This was day two of the mystery. There were not as many people roaming the streets today, but many of them had had more time to examine the clues and they were asking tougher questions. Plus, they had heard all of my jokes so it was a little awkward having them give the punch-line.

The big reveal also happened today, but mostly I sat on stage in the second row while my puppet caused havoc with the people in the first row. I was, of course, not the murderer. However, I did hide a snake in the victim’s purse, which bit her, leaving two small puncture wounds that most people thought caused her death.

After the reveal we went to a spaghetti feed with many of the other actors. It was a good end to a great weekend. Tomorrow it is back to the real world, and then back to work on Tuesday. This was a fun weekend adventure.

Murder

I was a little nervous going into the day since I was supposed to be a comedian and ventriloquist, and I’m not very good at either of these things. However, it didn’t seem to matter that my jokes were corny and my ventriloquism was atrocious. The kids and adults loved Frank Lee Speaking, except for a couple kids just above toddler who were afraid of him, and people laughed at my jokes. It might have even helped that they were corny.

I walked around all day, although I only got 10,000 steps. I had to do some searching for Mona’s to get my mocha, but I did find it, and it was good. I had a group of four younger boys who really grilled me and got quite a bit of information. I was very impressed, but think I may have mislead them a little. I will feel bad if I did. It was a lot of fun talking to everyone, and I think Sarah actually wants to try it next year.

We are scheduled to go out to dinner tonight at 6:30, but I am still pretty full from my mocha. It has been a good day.

Langley Murder Mystery Weekend

The Langley Murder Mystery weekend is finally here. I have headed to Whidbey Island twice now for information and photos, but now the murder has happened, and as Sherlock is known to say, the game is afoot.

We picked Sarah’s parents up at the airport. We were pretty late because of packing and having to get a school application in for Sarah. Their plane was also early. However, we eventually got there, and headed for Bellevue, where we had lunch at Din Tai Fung. I think Sarah’s parents really enjoyed it.

From there, we headed for the ferry, and only had to wait about 15 minutes. We got to town and actually managed to sign up for the mystery early. After the cocktail reception at the Saratoga Inn, Sarah and I sat down in the common area and studied–she the newspaper, and me my character. I am surprised by the amount of information that I had, and needed to get my life together, so I knew what I had done. In addition, I needed to come up with several jokes, as I am supposed to be an aspiring comedian. That is the part that I am most worried about, since I’m not too good with jokes anymore. I’m sure I’ll do fine, though.