Another day of hard work in the world of document imaging technology. Gleaning best practices, learning lessons-learned. With the volume of information that has been presented to me, I should be feeling much smarter. But I’m not.
The rest of the project team arrived this evening. We’ll be tackling the business side tomorrow. Anyway, Karl, Cam and I had some time to spare before we picked them up from the airport, so we decided to head into Sacramento city (we’re actually staying in Rancho Cordova, not Sacramento proper). We saw the governor’s mansion – didn’t see Arnold though. We headed down to Old Sacramento – kind of a riverboat, Wild West themed part of town. It was kind of cool. We decided on Joe’s Crab Shack for dinner. It was a pretty huge place, and pretty famous, I’d say by the volume of merchandise they were selling. Karl order crab stuffed shrimp, which we were very excited to see. Whatever ill feelings I may have to our neighbours to the south, I must say that they are light years ahead of the world in crustacean-enhancement technology. To even conceive of a shrimp that was infused with another sea creature was beyond my grasp. Alas, when the food came we were saddened to find out that the crab was not “stuffed†in the shrimp, but merely place on top of it. Still, these bold pioneers of stuffing one kind of animal into a similar kind of animal are blazing the trail for future culinary adventures. Turducken anyone?
So I went into a store to purchase a present for Sonia. I can’t say which in case she reads this, it will tip her off. I explained to the nice lady behind the counter that I was from Canada. She asked me if I had relatives down here. I said no. She then replied, “Well why in the world would you want to come to Sacramento?†I know it’s not the most glamorous city in the world, but to have such a pitiful sense of civic pride sort of astounds me. I’m sure that there is lot of reasons to come here. There seemed to be tourists around.
Shad’s Vegetable Count: managed to procure a half piece of corn on the cob from KFC, of all places. And I have a piece of broccoli at the Crab Shack. Things are looking up. My colon may survive this barrage of meat and fat after all.