The big featured speaker this year at AAAS was Al Gore. He spoke Friday night. Don’t tell my mom – ok, she reads this blog – but I didn’t make it to his talk. I didn’t even try. I was at another event until a little after six - his talk started at 6:30 – and people who rushed straight over from my event to the talk barely made it into the overflow room. I said I’d make up for it by finally getting around to netflixing An Inconvenient Truth, but then someone pointed out that it’s totally out of date now. Oops. (Sorry, mom.)
The thing I was at before Gore’s talk was my orientation to be a mentor to a student who wants to go into science writing. It didn’t occur to me that I’m experienced enough to be a mentor, but they asked me to do it, so here I am: mentoring. I guess I have been doing this for almost seven years now. Yikes.
Hey, lookit, I blogged. I mean, somewhere other than here. It’s over at ScienceNOW, the daily online news service of Science magazine. The topic: fisheries. Not *all* of the world’s fish are completely doomed. Fisheries scientists have decided that if everyone in the world thinks that all the fish news is totally bad, nobody is ever going to want to do anything about it. (Hey, they’re doomed – let’s just kill ‘em all and have the world’s biggest fish fry.) So they’re embarking on a campaign to tell the good news stories.
You could tell this was kind of a struggle sometimes. I went to part of the scientific session (the blog post was written after the press conference) and Greenpeace guy John Hocevar said, “I’ve been trying to stick to good news but I can’t quite do it.” He hung in there for a while, but then he got to tuna: “Truthfully, the tuna news is mostly bad.” Oh well. He still wrung some good news out of it. And there really are fish success stories.
I mean, really. This is how I’m supposed to be navigating this hotel:
…What? So there are apparently four levels. I think they’re all subterranean (it’s a little unclear how the topography works here). I am almost certain they are stacked on top of each other. So, *I* would think a clever naming scheme might be to assign them numbers. Perhaps in order. I’d take either order – top to bottom or bottom to top. ‘Cause, I don’t know about you, but I didn’t learn any sequences that went “blue, green, gold, purple.”
Waaaait a second. I swear I’ve gone to sessions on a bronze level somewhere, too. But that’s not on the sign! What is with this hotel?
So, I’m at AAAS. It’s the big science writer party of the year. Uh, I mean, it’s the big general science conference of the year, and many science writers go to the conference so they can write up news, find story ideas, and…go to big parties with open bars. I’m particularly looking forward to this evening’s Marine Mixer, which generally features brilliant marine scientists and excellent wines.
Here’s a thought of the day about conferences: Wear your nametags, people. Wear them high. Wear them with pride. Wear them turned the right direction. A nametag is not only the ticket that gets you into sessions. It is also an aid to the poor sad memory-impaired people who totally know you but just can’t place you right now and are enthusiastically greeting you without the slightest clue of who you might be. Uh, not that I know anyone like that.
(Me. It was me.)
