Post #2861753

Last night I dreamed I went to a philosophy conference that was the opposite of ours at Emory this month. It was mean, elitist, exclusive, silencing, shabby, defensive, and sad. There was no food or drink on the premises. People ignored the talks to schmooze or tuned in only to mock them. It was such a dead-on representation of everything I fear when facilitating scholarly meetings, or attending them. The environment you create will feed some impulse in people, good or bad.