My trip to FOSDEM 2004

Friday

Nine of us had planned to take the same train, and we gathered in the bar, mostly leaving Tim O'Reilly his entourage in peace. The beer was very frothy, leding to speculation on whether we could get on the front page of slashdot by sending in a photo of it and saying that we'd seen Linus' face in the froth. The train arrived exactly on time of course. Not having an EU passport I had to queue with the rest of the foreign scum, but luckily it was much shorter and I was able to get through the passport check faster than my travelling companions, though I was the only one to get warned that not having my passport stamped would result in 24 hours in prison.

We were met at the station by a few people who'd travelled overnight by bus, and some departed for their hotels. Once again there were nine of us, and when we found a ticket vending machine for the Metro which had a BSOD at least six took photos, all with digital cameras. The six of us who had booking at the youth hostel were joined by another, fortunatly they found a spare mattress so he didn't have to sleep on the floor. Each of us was given a card to open doors, but the system had a FIFO which only allowed six cards to operate for our room; we soon tired of sending someone down every few minutes to get his card enabled to that someone else would become the victim of this.

After dumping our bags and an unsuccessful attempt by some to find an off-licence it was time to head into town. We'd arranged to meet in the Grand Place (though perhaps this plan should have been more detailed). Six of us went from there to a restaurant, where we struggled to convince the staff of our need for about fourteen seats. Our numbers had grown a bit by the time we placed our first order (nine raspberry beers), and when I left there were 27 of us.

Off to the the pub, where the Fosdem organisers had booked a floor. There appeared to be a couple of non-geeks there; I suspect that they decided that it was a gay bar based on gender mix, but then realised that there was something wrong with our dress sense. We left a few hours later, after the public transport had finished. Walking back didn't take as long as I'd first feared, though some took a longer route in a futile quest for kebabs.

Saturday

Tim O'Reilly, "The Open Source Paradigm Shift"

Richard M Stallman (RMS), "Free Software Foundation" (I've heard him say similar things before)

Robert Love, "Kernel & desktop"

Jonathan Corbet, "Linux kernel: 2.6 internals"

RMS gave a speech saying how KDE had started out as non-free and how important the work that led to that changing was, before saying that the recipient of the award was better known for his work on the kernel that is a critical part of the GNU operating system. Alan Cox wasn't there to receive it. Some joined in as he sang the Free Software Song while others of us cringed.

Wi-fi networks struggle with this many geeks armed with laptops and PDAs, and apparently using IP-over-DNS doesn't really help.

We bought beer and chocolate then had dinner. Those who'd made a sufficient donation to fosdem had gone off to a buffet, and many of the rest of us met in a bar. The horse in this bar was different to the one from the previous evening, being less stuffed and more like something from a merry-go-round. Arriving at this bar led to the question "Is this the right place?", and the rest of us bursting out laughing having seen an impressive array of geeks through the windows. The music sucked so a group of us left in search of somewhere better (the music getting better as we did so), and wandered for a long time before splitting into a couple of groups and finding more suitable bars.

Sunday

Tom Tromey, "GCJ"

Keith Packard, "XFree86"

Dominique Colnet, "SmartEiffel"

Henning Brauer, "OpenBSD"

Richard Kilmer, "Ruby"

John "Maddog" Hall couldn't think of what to talk about so called his speech "Tales from the Crypt" and entertained us with anecdotes.

A few of us had dinner in the Shamrock Indian Restaurant. Based on the decor it was probably once an Irish pub which has since been taken over and become an Indian restuarant.

Monday

The guy checking my passport as I left confused me by asking how long I'd been in Europe (does Britain count? Is it a few days or a few years?). Arriving in back at Waterloo I was told that I have to fill in a landing card whenever I reenter Britain, which surprised me as I've crossed the channel several times in the last couple of years without filling in one of thse cards.

And finally I'm home - time to sleep.