I stumbled from the red-eye into the airport shortly after dawn. Bleary-eyed and back on the ground in Atlanta at last, Clojure/West, and its talk of Lisp and browser and JVMs, seemed already a distant memory. My laptop hadn’t left its TSA-friendly bag for the past week. My notebook was full of scribbles and mindmaps. What was a Cocoa programmer to make of it all?