On the Metro North right now, headed up to Connecticut to deliver the aforementioned Extreme Entrepreneur Tour keynote. As I pulled the slides together mainly last night, the whole thing admittedly lacks the polish I might have hoped for. But, as readers of this site have doubtless already deduced, if I can do anything, it’s talk out of my ass for long, relatively articulate stretches even when I have pretty much nothing to say. Fingers crossed.

Then, more excitingly, I head back to NYC, retrieve Jess, and subway out to JFK, to hop on a flight to Charles de Gaulle. I haven’t been to Paris for several years, and I hear the croissant calling my name.

And while I’ll (unusually) be leaving the laptop behind, I’ll still be bowing to the demands of Cyan’s current surprisingly ongoing success, and carting along my BlackBerry Pearl. If nothing else, it should give me something to do as I wait outside the dressing rooms in Bon Marche.

Flickr users, keep your eyes peeled; if the technology cooperates, I’ll be photoblogging the (mis)adventures while they’re still underway.