I’m stuck at home and dealing with a formidable, unexpected foe: FREE TIME! I think my utter dread of unstructured minutes motivates much of my multi-tasking. Maybe I should be more aware of that.
So — I’m creating a blog post, because otherwise, I’d have to…I don’t know what.
I’m blogging about blogging at AGU.
I know many Slugs have already heard my reactions to our AGU experiences. So, I’m curious to hear your reactions, now that we’re at least 70 miles away and a day removed…
Did you have a good time? Were you as stressed as I was? Did you feel like an alien in a foreign geo-landscape?
I’ll start with some brief thoughts, just to get the ball rolling (or, get the approximately spherical — or possibly ovoid — object moving along a surface by rotation):
Five favorite moments:
1. Being starstruck in the press room (more than once)
2. Hitching rides with crazy cabbies (x2)
3. Learning about the funkiness in our solar system — ice volcanoes and propeller moons and equatorial mountains, oh my!
4. Getting to hang out with thousands of scientists (I love scientists)
5. Being challenged with jargon-laden subject matter and trying to turn it into something accessible — quickly. I realized I use jargon as a crutch when I’m confused or unsure of details — to avoid it, you have to understand a concept well enough to explain it using original, lively words. And that was challenging for me, a gene-junkie writing for a blog where “biology” is a bad word.
(6. Calling my dad to ask about the definition of a ‘moon’. It’s a good question. Think about it.)
Least favorite moments?
1. Hearing that Felisa Wolfe-Simon was tweeting reactions to a panel discussion about her SNAFU’d paper…as it was happening. barf.
2. Drowning in jargon.
3. Waiting…tick tock.
4. Suffering through interminably long escalator rides. (I guess it makes sense for them to move at a glacial pace. But as Harvey Leifert astutely noted, the glaciers are speeding up. Moscone Center — get with it.)
5. Having “farting” exchanged for “burping” in a blog post. Farting is the perfect analogy for methane plumes on Mars. (yes, sometimes I’m like a 12-year old.) <– just kidding, that wasn’t one of my least favorite moments. But it’s funny.