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Weekend sendoff: See you at TAM!

No, I haven’t gone on hiatus again. My last post garnered a lot of unexpected attention, so I decided to leave it up a little longer. I’ve been told that Newly Nerfed may get a plug during the TAM paper session, and I had intended to write something all serious and connected to my thesis of “compassionate skepticism” so that any new readers wouldn’t be confronted with my mooning over videogame characters. (At least not initially, but they’re in for it if they keep reading, as you know.)

Anyway, I wrote that post a little prematurely, apparently, but I’m gratified that it got people talking about the subject, since it’s one I care about passionately. Heidi Anderson was kind enough to repost it at She Thought, and I spoke with Kylie Sturgess on the Token Skeptic podcast about the post as well as some other topics, like Deaf culture. I will be posting a sequel of sorts next week that goes into more specifics, and after that I have no idea how long it’ll be until I recover from TAM to start blogging again. (It’s going to be awesome, but a major physical challenge at the same time.)

I’ve seen some criticisms lately of TAM itself and more generally of social skeptical events. The charge is that the social aspect — seeing celebrities, partying, etc. — diminishes or distracts from the more important skeptical work, either at TAM or in general. I can see the point. But I don’t entirely agree. So much of what we do these days takes place at a physical distance from our fellow skeptics, on blogs and podcasts and on Twitter and Facebook. Of course there are tons of in-person skeptical groups and events. But there are also people who don’t get much if any meatspace interaction with other skeptics, due to location, time, finances, family, disability, and so forth.

Someone made a comment to…I think it was Heidi, but I can’t find the page now, sorry. It had to do with civility and tone, and one of the points he made resonated with me. It’s very easy to spew insults and vitriol to people who are only pixels on a screen to you. As a former general-interest forum administrator, I encountered this frequently when I had to do the equivalent of breaking up kindergarten slap-fights between posters. Things were said that I can guarantee you would not have been said had any two given opponents been face-to-face.

No matter how well your online and offline personae match up, you’re still just a name, or an alias, to someone who doesn’t know you. There are people I’ve met online and then in person, and even if the meeting was exactly as I expected, it still affected how I saw the person online. Even if the message doesn’t change, there’s context behind it. And in my experience, that context can change a relationship for the better. Maybe that context will come from a serious interchange at a workshop. Or maybe it’ll come from getting squiffy together after a long day of workshops. In my opinion, each one has its benefits.

Well, I’m boring myself now, so I’ll sign off. I’m really looking forward to meeting anyone reading this who’s going to TAM. I’ll be the gal with the rainbow cane, as seen in the picture on the About Me page (and probably dressed the same). And to my fellow countrypeople, have a safe and happy holiday weekend. Apropos of nothing, I send you off with this little-known gem: Louis Armstrong doing death metal.

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Weekend sendoff

Thanks to everyone who is visiting, whether you’re posting or not. I’ve gotten nice messages about the blog from people who then apologize for not writing comments on it. Don’t worry about it, all right? Don’t be concerned at all about your zero points in my blog DKP system. Yes, the commenters will get the best loot first; that’s just what happens when you choose not to be a hardcore rai–uh, reader.

Seriously, I’m glad you’re here and if you let me know you’re enjoying it, publicly or privately, that’s just icing on the meringue. Or on the merengue, which can get messy and I don’t recommend it.

Two cool things to report. I received a kind Skepchick namecheck from Amanda about Monday’s post, and I hope I can entice any new readers from that link to stick around. I’ll be writing more about chronic illness, skepticism, and pseudoscience for sure. Thanks to Desiree‘s interest in my pitch, I’ll also be talking about that post on the Skeptically Speaking podcast’s “Speaking Up” segment (super sibilant!), which will tape October 30 and be available for me to listen to all red-faced with a pillow over my head a few days later. Some of you are laughing about me agreeing to be on a podcast. I know who you are. Stop it.

Who fudged with my gosh-darn EQ settings?

Where's the EQ on this thing?

I took up cross-stitch this week to accompany my growing addiction for podcasts. I did a little in high school but I have more time and patience to do cooler stuff now. When I suggested to Paul that I could hang out while he watches one of his terrible horror movies and just work on my stitching, he said it was like we’re an old couple now, sitting in front of the TV, me with my knitting and him with his paper. Meanwhile, the image I get as I’m stitching away while laughing my ass off at SModcast is an updated version of the woman sitting next to the wireless with her sewing. It’s old-fashioned and high-tech at the same time, and I’m really enjoying it. I may even learn to knit, which if I did believe in heaven I know my Grandma would be laughing her ass off at that. (As a kid, my level of fail in that arena was relatively spectacular despite her excellent efforts to teach me.)

Have a safe and delicious Labor Day weekend. I’ll post on Tuesday with my review of three paid iPhone apps that I recommend for anyone, but that I think have certain value for CFSers and the like. I may keep doing a post on Fridaya where I can get a little more informal all up in here. (Should I not say “all up in here?” All right.) I send you off with a NSFW — naughty language — blooper reel from My Man Godfrey.

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