I'm in Toronto where it's cold and there's lots of dirty snow on the ground. Yum.
I'm here for copious client meetings and a speaking slot at Canadian Music Week. Make no mistake, I love the Canadians, but for the second year in a row I'm wondering why I'm here in the cold and not at SXSW with the (other, more southernly located) cool kids.
I'll cop to a mild bout of what a friend has dubbed "Traveler Sadness Disease" (TSD). TSD is often brought on by being alone in atrociously designed and decorated hotel rooms. It's agitated by timezone displacement and confusion around when one should eat dinner.
One would think, or at least hope, that hotels would be down with the Internet now that it's, uh, 2008. <sigh> I'm happy to have broadband in my hotel room (sad there's no WiFi) and jsut spent five minutes disassembling the "security lock" attached to the router in my room so that I could *shock* plug in the long Ethernet cable I always travel with . . . if I'm on the road, the very least I want is the Internet in bed.