I hate people so glued to their mobile devices
that they can’t go the space of one 60-minute presentation without messing with
it. But I’m afraid that something has come over me at the Grace HopperCelebration of Women in Computing.
That chick tapping furiously during the keynote
presentations? That’s me, live-tweeting what Fei-Fei Li or Mercedes Soria or
Melinda Gates is saying. That’s also me in panel discussions live-tweeting tidbits
of the conversation. That’s even me at the two
breakfast meetings I went to yesterday morning, live-tweeting. (Yeah—I had two company-sponsored
breakfasts, which means I’m saving my employer hotel/convention center prices
for meals. This is also why I’ve signed up for every event that offers food.
They can pay for my transportation.)
(As an aside, I once said to my manager that, as
far as incentives go, I would kill relatives for a week’s vacation—although probably
not close ones. Some time later I mentioned in passing that I’d live-tweeted an
event I’d gone to, and he seemed surprised by that. I asked him why he accepted
without question that I’d commit homicide, but was taken aback that I know how
to tweet. He did not have a real answer to that.)
In my defense, I am not checking email, commenting
on Facebook or playing Candy Crush Saga (is that what it’s called?). I’m only
tweeting out the words of wisdom I’m hearing. That—along with volunteering to
be a speed mentor at a session yesterday—is my way of paying some of the wealth
of GHC17 forward.
At least I’ve not progressed to walking around
inside and out with my nose buried in the device. So there’s that.
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