Andromeda Yelton

Across Divided Networks

My ALA, day 1.

June 26th, 2010 · 2 Comments · Uncategorized

The unconference.
I’d never been to an unconference before, and I was curious how they might work. (Of course, having been to one, I realize that I know how *one* unconference works; people’s experiences of others seem very different, as you might expect from an unconference…Then again, I feel like I could go and run one myself now, because any template will do. They’re un like that. (I would love to hear others’ unconference experiences; how were yours run?))

The thing I found myself thinking about, in a half-formed way, is to what extent unconferences can be used to elicit participation from a wide range of people. On the one hand, the experience was very participatory; conversation always flowed readily, everyone at the table had something to contribute, no one dominated (though several led). On the other hand, the unconference draws precisely the sort of people who have things to say and want to participate; that was in the ground rules, and it’s just the kind of personality that’s drawn to an unconference. I think it would still work with some people who were largely observers, but I don’t think that percent could get too large. Twenty, maybe?

I find myself wondering, though — if the nonparticipatory-by-nature were in a minority, would the general spirit of participation elicit more ideas from them than usual? How would one run an unconference to encourage more people to voice their ideas? Or does one simply need more structure to encourage (…require…) participation from everyone?

Personally I was always that kid who talked in class if I had anything to say, and I never cared what people thought of me, so I don’t have much insight into this problem.

Oh, and I also sang in front of everybody. Because, why not. Michelle the organizer said she wanted song and dance, and I don’t dance…

(FYI, if you want to know what was covered, Michelle’s notes on the unconference.)

The touristing.
The unconference was initially planned until 4, then shortened until noon, so I found myself with this block of afternoon and nothing incredibly compelling to fill it with, and I needed a lunch plan, and then someone on Twitter said there was good ethnic street food at a festival on the mall, so I found my way down there and let the general sensory overload wash over me, Mexican music, Vietnamese music, storytelling, a cooking demonstration, costumes and other art…(One of the Vietnamese instruments — I have no idea what it was. It reminded me of a theremin, in that I couldn’t see any mechanism by which the player interacted with her strings, but I don’t think theremin is really a traditional Vietnamese instrument. Maybe I was sitting too far back to see.) Anyway, I set myself a goal of finding something I’d never heard of to eat, and succeeded (bhelpuri or something like that — have already forgotten the spelling — but it had puffed rice and onion and chutney and stuff, all chopped up, not too warm, crunchy, a little spicy, good food for langourous heat.)

The metro.
It is, as promised, soulless and efficient.

The Emerging Leaders poster session.
I have a rough-draft EL application sitting on my hard drive, and I met a bunch of ELs at Midwinter (it’s…almost as if they’re the sort of people who do stuff and talk to strangers), so I wanted to say hi to them and see what their projects had been and generally scout the program. Turned out to be a great opportunity to put faces to Twitternames (@TaraLSF, @hmccormack and her crazy-awesome fashion sense), and also to say hi to Peter Bromberg and JP, and finally to meet @JustinLibrarian (well, unless you count the tacklehug and “hi-I’m-Andromeda” when he briefly stopped by the unconference, but at EL we actually got to talk, which was nice as he’s a sweetie and we have a mutual admiration society going on. Funny thing — I decided to go out of my way to be more supportive & congratulatory to people on Twitter, and all of a sudden Justin and I were tight. Be nice, meet nice people. Amazing).

By this point of the day I was at that mildly buzzed conference state where you can’t really process anything anymore but it all washes over you as immersive cheerfulness. Somewhere in that haze was the part of NMRT 101 (which probably would’ve been super-useful to me at Midwinter, but now I know my way around), and the LITA happy hour (I’m now 2/2 in getting drinks bought for me at LITA happy hours; I plan to make this a tradition), and getting to talk with Erin Dorney at the NMRT mentoring social (I don’t have a mentor but whatever; I’m trying to figure out my way around NMRT), and open gaming night (our team won a prize! a winner is us! oh, and I’m better at the singing than the guitar in Rock Band; no surprise there).

The dance party.
Oh, yes. And the end of the day was the ALA Dance Party, which I was still mildly awake for. Crazy-loud dance music (and I am a sucker for a good beat), confetti, neon lights and disco balls, a dance floor full of rampaging librarians, clocks for Amsterdam and Bangkok and Ibiza, glitter spray in hair (and, in some cases, glamming up the conference suits…) Glitter and glowsticks at a gay bar. I love ALA.

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  • Grant Gould

    Someday, when Verity is older, she is going to read the paragraph about mommy with “Glitter and glowsticks at a gay bar” and we will never hear the end of it.

    Glad the conference is looking fun!