I feel like I've hit the wall/bonked about 3 hours into a long bike ride. The OR show is sensory overload in a good way. Just about every cool company and new product you read about, dream about, ate Top Ramen for a month just to save enough coin is here this week in Salt Lake City. Just how crazy can one go walking around? I threw my old cotton socks away and recharged my feet with a new pair from the kind folk at the Primaloft booth.
The picture selection is slim because cameras are not allowed unless you are a journalist, but this half-focused shot of nothing in particular (I'm walking briskly down one of the umpteenth aisles hoping not to get caught) is an example of what OR
is: rows and rows of banners and bodies and booths. If it wasn't for the locator numbers overhead such as the "20000" in the pic, it'd be easier to walk around in a circle of polyester and Gore-Tex until you just gave up and sat on the carpet.
Some of the giant corporations rented out mega huge meeting rooms to showcase their goods; these were the mansions of the convention center real estate heirachy (did I spell that word correctly?). While there were also booths the size of starter homes, most of the normal guy booths were approximately 10'x10'.
And of course there were the gimmicks such as the infamous Singing Naked Cowboy from Times Square. Thankfully he had on underwear and a hat. Other companies had scantily clad models in polyester bikini briefs and tees, while some forced their reps or hired college kids to walk around with a helmet-mounted camera or fake picket signs promoting their agenda. Most were decent ideas while I bet there are a few creative directors who should be fearing for their jobs come next Monday.
I will take more pictures tomorrow. If there isn't a post it means the Picture Police threw me into a jail made entirely of Schoeller WB400 walls, and forced me to eat leftover Clif bar samples.
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