Hey! It's RSA!
|Bardolph here, embedded in Chicago. Now this is a city, after all that Dallas nonsense.|
Too weary to fashion any conference meta-strands right now: jet lag and day-one sociability-exhaustion kicking in. But in the mean time, some early thoughts: (i) scheduling and room allocation seem to have been executed with the savvy efficiency of Guiliani's presidential bid team. So that, for instance, some sessions on the same topic have been plotted against each other, meaning, in one case, a session was canceled; (ii) why are there 16 panels on 'Dress and Identity'? 16! How much identity can we strap on?; (iii) from the throne-like panorama of my enormous bed, I am constantly being offered little invitations to buy the contents of my room. Like the bathrobe? Yours for just $60. Enjoyed the pillows? 50 bucks a pop. I actually do like my pillows -- all nine of them, especially the long barrel-shaped one which I clutch in moments of 3am panic. But I'd think it a little odd to actually purchase the things; (iv) the blank notepad by my phone has the heading 'Your Canvas', which I find infuriating to an almost insane degree.
See you after my pre-dinner nap.