Last Sunday I was one of the speakers on a panel at First Person. I was with Barbara Ganley (who is doing wonderful things with blogs and teaching) and Jean Burgess (who is writing the book on the intriguing question/problem of vernacular creativity). I got to go last. I was embarrassing.
Now conferences are microcommunities. A good conference is like a nomadic tribe. They come together, hang out intensely, basically talking, arguing, eating and drinking together, then disperse. During this, a culture develops. Each conference has its own culture, though as some tribes meet regularly, some standard totemic lines form. Unfortunately I could only attend for my one session on the last day. This means I have no sense of what has been spoken of, the tenor and culture of the conference. So I come in, and talk about my stuff, without the context of knowing what others have already said, have already discussed. That’s the first problem. You appear as full of yourself and only yourself. And I probably was.
The second problem was that I acted out the role of the speaker who comes in only to immediately leave. I have seen others do this. They are brash, rude, overly confident and glib. I managed all four. I imagine some in the audience may have had longer lists.
I was a prat. Was a good, though painful lesson.
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