Ha. Misdirection, of course.
Flew in to Portland this morning, and I am live-blogging here, surfing on the Sheraton's free Wi-Fi, while sitting in Luke Ryan's Deconstruction of Horror workshop. It's great, so far. (Luke is now talking about progressive disfigurement in horror movie villains. Cool.)
I'm here for the Willamette Writers' Conference. Great fun so far.
Portland itself has been lovely. VERY civilized arrival at the airport this morning, climbing out of the 9-row turbo-prop into a lovely airport (rated the nicest in the US, apparently) to the tinkling sounds of a piano being played by a musician-composer. Awesome.
Incredible architecture, too -- interesting to look at, engaging aurally and the two or three people I spoke to were very friendly and helpful. Go Portland!