Just a little update while my eyes unglaze from staring at scientific posters the past couple of hours:
It certainly is amusing here right now. In addition to the several thousand ecologists discussing the intracacies of fairy shrimp genetics (among other things), many, many devotees of this guy are also here. And hoo boy, are his flock chipper at 6am.
Whoa. This dude in black spandex just walked by with WAY too much gel in his hair and one of those funny little head-mounted microphones. And now Madonna's "Into the Groove" is blaring from a ballroom down the hall a ways. Of course, it's been Pride Weekend in San Francisco, so that kind of thing really isn't that out of the ordinary right now.
But where was I? Oh yeah: motivational strangeness. So yesterday I had three spandex-encrusted women come up to me while I was very obviously in the middle of working, and they started telling me all about how important it is to follow your passions and never to sell yourself out for the sake of money at the cost of your dreams, blah, blah, blah.
Yeah, because nothing says "sellout" like seven years of grad school-induced poverty followed by a lifetime of student loan payments. But whatev'.
OMG, what were those people doing there. Are there really people in conservation biology who are in danger of selling out. It sounds a bit preach to the crowd to me.
Posted by: dear wife | 26 June 2006 at 07:45 PM
"spandex encrusted"?
Good luck, ZD.
Posted by: Papa Bradstein | 26 June 2006 at 09:18 PM
Who the hell is Anthony Robbins? I looked at that link......stay away from any KoolAid offered. Creepy.
Posted by: andrea | 26 June 2006 at 10:16 PM
Never trust people in Spandex. Period.
Posted by: MetroDad | 26 June 2006 at 11:29 PM