I got up early on Saturday and headed to the Del Mar bar to meet Ginger Campbell, super awesome brain and ER doctor, to watch the 3rd place World Cup match between Sweden and France. I didn’t stay for the whole thing, but Sweden ended up winning. I missed a panel about paranormal investigation and a talk by Sadie Crabtree. I fully intended to watch Sadie Crabtree, but got caught up in a conversation with Heidi Anderson in the Presenters room.
ASIDE: I am on the airplane and having a slow freak out because a crown on one of my teeth isn’t there and I have apparently swallowed it. It doesn’t hurt, I didn’t notice when it happened, but now my throat hurts. I assume I’m not going to die from swallowing a crown, right? I wish this airplane had internet so I could send out a distress signal.
Anyway, I then got a tdap vaccine because I don’t want to get whooping cough. My arm still hurts.
I got caught up in a discussion with PZ Myers and a group of guys about Elevatorgate and women in the movement. It’s always weird to be the only woman in discussion about women because you’re treated as like a representative of the whole gender. It was a good discussion though. When they realized I was giving a talk the following day, they asked if it was going to be about women in the movement and seemed disappointed when I said it wasn’t going to be. I told them that women join the movement because they care about skepticism and issues other than being a woman, I don’t want to be put in some ghetto where it’s my job to talk only about women.
Then, there was a panel about placebos and how and why they worked, and if it was possible to use the placebo effect intentionally and honestly. It was an interesting discussion, though I wonder if it would have been better as a presentation rather than a panel discussion.
Elizabeth Loftus then spoke about manufacturing memories and how unreliable human memories are. I found this very interesting because I’d just finished reading The Invisible Gorilla, which is about much the same thing. Or at least I think it was, but I could be manufacturing that memory too…
Richard Wiseman was up next, but I don’t remember his talk at all. Then it was lunch, where we talked about Mansplaining, Poe’s Law, and Godwin’s Law.
After lunch the magnificantly awesome Carol Tavris spoke about cognitive dissonance. Her main point was that when you’re arguing with someone you have to be careful because if you say that their beliefs or opinions are stupid they won’t be able to agree because it won’t jive with their image of themselves as smart people.
Then! Oh Then! Then it was Bill Nye the Science Guy! His talk was interesting, he was interesting, and we’re all pretty sure he is the Doctor. It’s the bow tie. After Bill, it was Richard Dawkins, who I didn’t actually think was that interesting. He talked about his new children’s book, and then about aliens. After PZ had been so entertaining on the subject Friday, Dawkins was a bit dry. But, he started taking questions and that was fairly interesting. We were all trapped in the room because there was a Chuck Norris convention at the hotel as well, and they were taking up the hallway. Dawkins, adorably, didn’t know who Chuck Norris was.
That evening I went to a presenter’s reception, and got to spend some time hanging out with a lot of awesome people who were going to be speaking, including Debbie Goddard who I had not previously spent much time with. But there was a drunk british guy from Shrewsbury who would not leave me alone. I hate wine breath. And I was not nice to him, but he kept following me. He was so annoying that every time I tried to escape and enter a new conversation, everyone who was in that conversation would leave and leave me stranded.
He also kept touching me, which I found very disconcerting. Fortunately, I was eventually rescued, and he was asked to leave, but it was pretty gross.
I was hungry, went to Steak and Shake, one of the two take out restaurants at the hotel — it took 45 minutes to get food. It was horrible. And the food was only OK as well. Then I went to bed early, so I could get up for the papers on Sunday.