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Six Degrees from Disaster

Massacre at VA Tech – Malaysian Students Safe read a headline I spotted via Google News this morning. Naturally, it came from Malaysia’s Straits Times newspaper.

It’s facile to say that the global is local and the local is global. But there’s more to this particular phenomenon. When we hear about horror anywhere in the world, the natural human instinct is to want to make sure our own loved ones are safe. But we also nurture a sneaky desire, hidden even from ourselves, to have some connection to the news, to somehow feel we are participants, not just audience, in a great world drama.

Of course, no one wants to be directly affected – to be killed or wounded, or have that happen to someone we know and love. But to be able to say that we were somehow part of the larger story – it’s only human to enjoy that.

This is the bread and butter of local newspapers, as I see constantly illustrated in the posters advertising Lecco’s local and regional papers. “So-and-so disaster elsewhere in the world: no Lecchese hurt”. But sometimes they are: “Lecchese drowns swimming in Rimini” appeared a year or so ago – this would hardly be local news (Rimini is on the Adriatic coast, nowhere near Lecco) except that a local man died.

As soon as something dramatic happens anywhere in the world, we would all like to be able to say whether or not we are connected with it or hurt by it. An ideal headline would read: [disaster] strikes [someplace else], hundreds dead – but no one you know.

Hence this modest (and ironic) proposal to some entrepreneur who’s got the technical skills: find a way to combine (mash up) Google News with all my social networks, so that I can immediately know whether the horrible (or good) events of the day hit me close to home. Call it “Six Degrees from Disaster,” because, as John Guare illustrated, we are all at most six “links” away from anyone in the world – in tragedy or in triumph.

Girl Geek Dinner Italia

Some years ago Silvia, who had been one of our tech support team (of two) at Incat, paid me the enormous compliment of saying that she considered me a role model. This from a woman with a laurea in physics who holds a managerial position in a team supporting HP servers, and certainly never needed any advice from me on how to do her job!

I was extremely flattered, of course, but startled: I had never thought of myself as a role model for anybody. But it now seems that I am, and the job comes with responsibilities. Such as, um, eating free dinners and giving speeches.

Amanda Lorenzani (whom I’d enjoyed meeting at barCamp Roma), organized Italy’s first Girl Geeks Dinner, which took place in Milan last Friday. And she pulled it off magnificently: sponsorship from Excite, Dada.net, and San Lorenzo (who contributed the bubbly) ensured a very good dinner, complete with wine (though my request for a gin & tonic was turned down on the grounds that “then we’d have to give the strong stuff to everybody”).

At least 60 people were present, most of them, indeed, women. By the rules of Girl Geeks Dinners, women couldn’t be fewer than 50% of the guests: each woman attending can, if she wishes, invite one and only one man. (My date, by his own request, was Luca Conti.) After years of attending tech conferences at which women are always a minority and often silent, I was thrilled to meet and talk with so many smart, capable women. They had plenty to say for themselves, all of it interesting. Conversation flowed easily for most; I did what I could to involve those who seemed to be shy, though I was constantly distracted by new/old friends, and my feet hurt (I’m not used to wearing heels, but Ross had insisted I should).

We didn’t have a main speaker (as Girl Geeks Dinners often do although, surprisingly, they often seem to be men), but Amanda had asked four of us to each say a few words:

My two-minute speech was neither as off-the-cuff nor as nervous as it probably sounded. I had been trying all day to decide how to translate that immortal line from Thelma & Louise: “You get what you settle for.” I finally settled on (which is different from settling for): Nella vita, ottieni quello di cui ti accontenti. And added, as my own closing line: Vi auguro di non accontentarvi mai – “I hope you never settle.”

Then I could relax and eat dinner and talk with people rather than at them. It was great fun to see in person someone I’d been following on Twitter, Svaroschi, who is heading off to grand new adventures in the Big Apple.

Almost everyone in the room had a blog, several specifically food blogs, which I will now go and read although it’s dangerous for me to do so, especially now when I have no time to cook.

Apparently I terrified at least one person in the room. Sorry about that – totally not my intention. I was a little weirded out – though extremely flattered – by people coming up to tell me they admire me, and/or like my site. Okay, it wasn’t that many, but it’s a strange experience nonetheless. Am I really somewhat famous, or just a legend in my own mind?

I was therefore a little manic, and very tired – had woken up at 4 am from jet lag, still wasn’t well (and destined to get much worse the next day), and had to get home to Lecco, with Luca in tow (as our house guest) at a not-too-unreasonable hour because we had to get up for rItaliaCamp. I hope for the next dinner I will be more relaxed and awake. There were so many topics in the air that I would have liked to hear more about.

Just one example: Beatrice came to represent TechneDonne, a project to study gender (in)equality in the world of IT. Among other things, they are asking themselves: “Is software different when women write it?” Interesting question. These are the folks who have asked me to speak at FemCamp in Bologna on May 26th; by then I hope to have had some opportunity to explore the roles of women at Sun Microsystems – in one week, I saw more women there than in any other tech company I’ve ever worked for or visited!

Another nice ego-stroke for me was that Tara (of Passpack) told me she’s loving my unfinished fantasy novel, Ivaldi. And she hadn’t even got to the good part yet! <grin>

It was altogether a fun and stimulating evening, and I would/will be delighted to see all of these people again, and hope to have time to talk with the ones I missed this time around. In fact, I’d like to do it more often – maybe we can do regional lunches or aperitivi in between dinners?

Update

April 2, 2007 – My pleasure in reminiscing on the joys of the dinner was somewhat soured by this:

(photo by fullo via Pandemia)

This group represents a new (and very laudable) initiative by Alberto D’Ottavi, Stefano Vitta, Lorenzo Viscanti, Luca Mascaro, Chiaroscuro and Emanuele Quintarelli to encourage the development of Web 2.0 in Italy. But, boys, what’s missing from this picture? That’s right… girls!

The Boys of barCamp

For me, it started with a comment on Pandemia. Luca Conti (one of Italy’s most influential bloggers) reported the quizzical complaint of Marina Bellini: why were there practically no females signed up for barCamp Rome?

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Luca Mascaro, Federico, Diego Bianchi, Luca Conti

I’d been reading more and more Italian blogs lately, especially since I met some Italian bloggers at a conference in Torino back in December. Luca had endeared himself to me by telling me, as soon as we met, that he had liked my piece on Bormio. And I’d gotten to know Lele Dainesi since he began doing PR consulting for TVBLOB (although, dazzled by the charms of my boss Lisa, he rather ignored me until I established my geek street cred by showing him my own site/blog).

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The week after we hung out together in Torino, Lele, Luca, and many other Italian bloggers were at LeWeb3 in Paris (to my intense jealousy – I wanted to meet social networking researcher/goddess danah boyd – but my big boss wouldn’t pay for me to go). Amidst the controversy over how that conference was run, Lele amused himself by posting a Flickr photostream of “the women of LeWeb3.”

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^ Lele

So, in answer to the question “Why are women so under-represented at tech conferences?”, I commented that it might be because we hadn’t been invited, and that, fond as I am of Lele, initiatives like his LeWeb photos make us uncomfortable: “We like to feel appreciated for our brains before our tette.”

Lele jokingly replied that he simply loves beautiful women and, if they have brains as well as breasts, so much the better.

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^ Tony Siino, Vittorio Pasteris

(I was irritated by a similar posting of photos of The Babes of CES – really, guys, you can stop asking yourselves why women don’t come to tech conferences. As I commented on Thomas Hawk’s blog, it’s probably because we’re tired of trying to have conversations with your bald spots.)

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^ Diego Bianchi aka Zoro

Another commenter pointed out that I didn’t need an invitation to come to a barCamp: anyone is welcome to attend and to speak. Then I received email from Amanda, a British woman (married to an Italian) living in Rome and working in tech (Excite), wanting to know if I was coming to barCamp, as she would like to meet me. Turns out she works with Diego, whom I knew from vlogEurope, who would also be at barCamp, along with others I knew, or wanted to meet.

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^ Mystery Man C, Luca Lorenzetti, Andrea Martines, Mystery Woman 0, Mystery Man F

So I bought a train ticket on Thursday (100 euros – ouch!) and arrived Friday evening at Rome’s Stazione Termini. From there I would take the metro to the end of the line, near the home of our friends Serena and Sandro. As I looked around me in the metro station, I reflected that, the further south you go in Italy, the more good-looking the men. Not that they’re ugly up where we live, but I’m often astonished at the sheer beauty of Roman men (I admit to prejudice: my husband was born in Rome, though that doesn’t make him a Roman). But no one’s allowed to take photos in the metro, so I couldn’t document the ones who particularly caught my attention that evening. (What you see on this page are men who attended barCamp.)

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Simone Onofri

Serena picked me up at the metro station and brought me home to have dinner (and lots of wine) with the family. Sandro went over my Italian slang pages, making additions and corrections; eventually I want to get him on video demonstrating and explaining Roman slang. (I do have some video from that evening, finally edited and posted.)

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Tommaso Sorchiotti

Saturday morning Serena dropped me at the bus stop to begin an hour-long odyssey across Rome. The day was beautiful and the ride fun; I had to change bus lines once and ask directions several times (I was delighted at the friendliness and helpfulness of the Romans). I found my way to the Linux Club in via Libetta by around 9:45, for an event that was scheduled to start at 10.

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This being Rome, we actually got started around 11:30, with the first speakers starting to talk while some of us were still registering for our badges and t-shirts. I stood in line with Amanda and Antonio (above), a winsome Sicilian philosopher who works for a company that makes adver-games (cool!).

barCamps are informal, and this one utterly chaotic: I had a hard time figuring out what was going on where and when, so I didn’t make it to any of the talks I thought I’d like to hear. But the ones I did end up listening to were interesting, and designed to provoke conversation rather than dispense wisdom in only one direction. Me being me, I got more than a few words in edgewise.

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^ behind: Davide Salerno, in front: Cristian Conti

blondedoor^ Federica Fabbiani, Andrea Cuius, Mystery Woman 2, Mystery Man J

During one such intervento, I pointed out that the Italian blogging community ignores the many foreigners blogging in and about Italy, whose perspective is different and potentially useful. Some people pitched in enthusiastically that they had recently discovered some of these blogs, and in the hallway afterwards several told me that they’d specifically discovered mine (thanks to a recent link from Lele), and enjoyed it – always good to hear!

dooragain^ Mystery Man K, Marco Rosella, Luca Alagna, Mystery Men N (background), O

When I wasn’t listening to “formal” presentations, there were plenty of other interesting conversations going on. Elisabetta, whom I met at vlogEurope, had come down from Milan to conduct live online interviews during dolMedia‘s coverage of the barCamp. She interviewed me about my 25 years online (a topic I had considered speaking on, but there were too many speakers already) and about TVBLOB.

A haphazard lunch was served, of Rome’s excellent casereccio bread with slices of roast pork, mortadella (aka bologna), olive paté, and various other goodies provided by San-Lorenzo.com. It was a scramble to get everybody fed, but, after years of boarding school, I am a champion at scrounging food – I didn’t go hungry (though I remained desperate for coffee for a long time).

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^ Mystery Men K, O, Luca L. (again), Diego Magnani

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^ Mystery Woman 3, Leo Sorge,and Palmasco (foreground)

I realized that Robin Good, whose blog I’ve been reading for years, was present – and the photo on his site does not nearly do him justice robingood(nor does mine, unfortunately). I had not been able to locate his talk on Come pagare l’affitto con il sito (“how to pay the rent with your site”), but he was happy to give me individual advice. He, too, had followed Lele’s link to my site recently, so had some truly useful things to say. (I’m now mulling over what I’ll actually carry out.)

Robin is Italian, but writes his site in at least three languages (English, Italian, and Spanish, that I know of – and he may be adding more), and does a nice job of explaining all sorts of high tech stuff even to non-techies – I recommend it if you’re interested in understanding what we nerds are up to.

I spent a lot of the day talking with Amanda, who’s trying to set up a Girl Geeks Dinner in Italy – we need to find a woman who works at a high level in IT in Italy to be our inspirational speaker. I also talked a lot with Diego, about everything possible, and lots of other people. By the end of the day I was exhausted from talking.

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Mystery Man T, Stefigno, Mystery Man V, Gaspar and Fabrizio

Around 8:30 pm, 40 of us moved a few blocks down to a restaurant for a group dinner. Pastarito is part of a chain in Italy, almost American in its approach and menu styling. It wouldn’t have been my first choice for a meal, but it was nearby and could seat 40 people, so probably the best we could do in the circumstances. The food was okay, though nowhere near the level of the dinner I organized for vlogEurope (said she modestly).

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^ Matteo Marchelli (red sleeves)

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^ waiter who looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo, Fabrizio Ulisse

The dinner in any case was mostly about (more) conversation, though we were all running out of steam by the time we broke up at 11 pm. Diego dropped me and Luca at a metro stop, but the Roman metro closes for (ongoing) repairs every night at 9, and we couldn’t figure out where to catch the substitute bus. So we walked to a taxi stand, and finally found a taxi. Which cost a LOT less, for the distance, than it would have in Milan. I collapsed at Serena and Sandro’s around midnight.

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^ Andrea Beggi, Mystery Man X, Pino (who shared an excellent dish of mussels at dinner)

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Many thanks to Fabio Masetti (above) who organized it all, very well.

As for Les Boys: if all tech conferences were stocked with this many good-looking men, more women would probably go to them! (Sorry my photos aren’t so great – I really must get a better camera.)

I’ll leave it to the public to decide who is il piu’ figo (the hottest). If you’ve got better photos you’d like me to post or can provide links to (and names for – thanks to Luca for those already fixed), please do! Some photos I’ve already found are Luca’s.
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Emanuele Quintarelli and Stefano (Aghenor) Vitta

vlogEurope 2006: A Horde of Vloggers Descends on Italy

NB: The links on this page are mostly to video, of course! There are also lots of photos. Be aware that some of the language in the videos is Not Safe for Work.

What did I do at vlogEurope? I barely participated in the conference, and didn’t film a thing – some videoblogger! But I organized, organized, and organized some more. Here’s a mini-diary:

Monday or Tuesday: Found out there would be a national transport strike on Friday, when we were expecting the bulk of our foreign guests to arrive. Had no way of knowing how airports would be affected. Public transport in Milan was expected to strike from 6 to 10 pm – right when many would be arriving from other countries. I scrambled to let everyone know and make suggestions on how they could get where they were going.

Tuesday evening, while my daughter was in theater class in Milan, met with the Nodehouse landlord to make another payment and get keys.

Wednesday: Andreas and Anders arrived on the same flight from Copenhagen and came to meet me at my office. We had lunch together, then they wandered Milan while I kept working and organizing. Questions, questions: Did we need to set up anything at the conference venue? If so, when would we do it, given the transport strike Friday evening – the only time the place would be available to us? (We decided we wouldn’t need that much setup, just go give the place a look-over and be prepared for whatever we would have to do to make it ready early Saturday.)

I called Taverna ai Poggi, the restaurant in Lecco, to confirm probable numbers for the Sunday night dinner – 26 people, as it then seemed. I also told them we’d be wanting to revise the wine list – we had had a substantial donation earmarked specifically for wine!

I worried about the weather – would it be good for our outing on Lake Como Sunday? Not that I had any control over that…

Alberto and Schlomo also arrived. They spent the night at the Nodehouse while Andreas and Anders came back to Lecco with me on the train, and had dinner with my family.

Thursday: Up at dawn to go back to Milan at my usual work time, on the 8:17 train. Everyone who was already in Milan met up at TVBLOB again and had an informal demo of (and debate about) what we’re doing, then we all ate lunch at my boss’ usual lunch place, before they all took off to drink and eat and talk all over Milan – I stayed at the office, working and organizing (more).

In the evening, Andreas and I met Arianna of TheBlogTV and Maria Giovanna of Digital Magics, our hardworking co-organizers,at IED, the conference venue. Roberta of IED showed us the spaces we’d be using and we agreed on how to set them up, including projectors for laptops, mics, etc. Being Italy, this all took a great deal more discussion than Andreas and I thought strictly necessary, especially as we were tired and hungry and wanted to meet up with the gang.

When we got out, we planned to take a taxi to the Nodehouse, but there were none to be found (as we learned later, this was because of the big motorcycle show going on elsewhere in town – attendees of the big business shows all take taxis, being unable or unwilling to figure out the local transport system).

It was getting so late that we hopped on a tram heading downtown, and got off as soon as I saw a restaurant I was familiar with. We told Anders to eat with the others and then meet us at the Porta Garibaldi train station in time for a 9:40 train, but he went there a good deal earlier, so we finished up our meal and got there ourselves by 9, then we all sat on the train and waited for it to depart. Poor Anders only had a vending machine sandwich for dinner. Enrico picked us up at the station in Lecco and drove us home. I think. It’s all rather blurry in my mind by now.

People kept piling into the Nodehouse, being willing to sleep on (hard, cold, marble) floors rather than give up the camaraderie – some nostalgia for college dorm life, I guess. (For some, that willingness only lasted one night on that floor!)

Friday: Groups of videobloggers roamed randomly in and out of my office and all over Milan. I kept in touch by phone, SMS, and email, trying to herd the cats to their respective destinations.

Alberto got up before everybody in the Nodehouse and called saying he had something to discuss with me in person. He sounded so anxious that I was afraid something dreadful had happened, some horrible cultural misunderstanding or breach of manners that I would be called upon to resolve. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it could be, or how I would fix it.

He came to the office and told me his dilemma: he had found out on Monday that he had won an award (with a nice cash prize) from the Tuscany regional government, for a short documentary he had made. He was the first-place winner, so the organizers insisted that he show up in Carrara to be feted on Saturday – the very day of the vlogEurope conference he had been so looking forward to. He was devastated, but I assured him over and over that the conference was only a small part of the experience (which was true), and he should definitely go to collect his prize!

Aske Dam arrived at TVBLOB’s offices after lunch and we were pleased to give him a long demo – he was gratifyingly excited about what we’re doing. In fact, he arrived excited (having heard about it from Andreas), which is an unusual treat for us: a lot of people don’t get it until they’ve seen it in action (and some not even then).

Duncan also arrived in the afternoon. I fed him my last banana because he hadn’t eaten all day, then sent him to join the others.

I had suggested that everyone meet at the Duomo before six, and reserved a restaurant within walking distance so that the transport strike would not keep us from our dinner. I ended up staying in the office til 7 pm myself, to help my colleague Pancrazio script and shoot the new TVBLOB demo video.

Assuming the strike had started, I walked from my office to the Duomo, in the rain, exchanging rapid-fire SMS with Jeffrey to keep updated on the status of Steve, Mark, Richard, and Miguel.

I was the first to arrive at Ristorante da Bruno, a family favorite of ours for years (most of the waiters have been there forever and remember my daughter at age three). I gossiped a bit with the owner (son of the founder, I guess), who now has two young daughters of his own.

Eventually people began arriving in clumps, some very late as they were waiting for a taxi. I felt incredibly stupid when I found out that the local transport strike had been called off at the last minute and they could have taken the metro! (Which explained why I saw people going down into the metro stations on Corso Buenos Aires – I had wondered at that, then figured that they were using the metro to cross under the street rather than wait for a light to change – that’s something I would do…)

We had a great dinner at da Bruno, though I winced at the prices, which had gone up since I was last there. I had been aiming for something less expensive; I knew some of the visitors were on tight budgets. But everyone tucked in happily – I moved back and forth between our two long tables, sorting out dietary needs and preferences. The waiter worked hard that night, and I tipped him 30 euros when we left (by American standards, this would have been low given the size of the final bill, but it was very high for Italy – he was delighted). I had some budget leeway for things like this thanks to some other donations.

Because I had anticipated trouble getting from the restaurant to the railway station Friday (due to the now-cancelled strike), I had asked my friend Antonello to come pick us up in his big van – splitting the cost between 6 or 7 people, Milan to Lecco in a taxi is almost reasonable (150 to 170 euros total, depending where in Milan). A bunch of people came back to Lecco that night; our family room began to resemble a men’s barracks. It’s a good thing I had the whole house wired for Internet a year ago – they plugged in a switch so everyone had their own wired access (our wireless doesn’t get that far from the router on the 2nd floor), and many stayed up late using it – among other things, video and text chatting with the group back at the Nodehouse.

Saturday: We all (Andreas, Anders, Bicycle Mark, Richard Hall) got up even earlier than the previous days so we could catch the bus down the hill and an earlier train into Milan, to prepare for the actual conference before it started at 10.

At the office, we packed up three TVBLOB boxes, a switch, cables, cameras, etc., then called a taxi to take us to IED. I specified a large car with room for five, but that’s not what arrived. So Mark and Richard volunteered to find their own way to the venue (and eventually did).

At IED, I set up the boxes, testing them with a small portable TV monitor while waiting for the kind folks from TheBlogTV to arrive from Rome with three TVs they were lending me for the occasion (which didn’t really make sense – I could have brought them from the office, but when IED was unable to supply them, TheBlogTV folks offered, and it saved me having to haul them back and forth across Milan).

Attendees ambled in. Some on the list never turned up, but we got some walk-ins to replace them – about 50 total attendees in the end. There were several Italian journalists, students of journalism, and bloggers, including my (now) new friend Lele.

We finally started around 10:30 with a brief introduction by Andreas before the “vortex” sessions began. There were two in Italian: a Node 101-style introduction and how-to by Fabrizio Ulisse

and one on vlogging and TV by Bruno Pellegrini of TheBlogTV.

The Italians mostly attended those, with only a few – Beatrice of Weblogart, Saverio of TheBlogTV, and Diego Bianchi (who had also come from Rome) really making the effort to mix with the international crowd (Alberto also would have, had he not gone off to Carrara to collect his prize). There had been some efforts to overcome language barriers.

Miguel, Joel, Saverio

Another Italian who mixed was Elisabetta, not (yet) a videoblogger herself, but a grad student at Milan’s Catholic university, doing research on new media for her thesis. She had heard about the conference somehow and asked Andreas and me (wholly unnecessary) permission to come gather thesis material.

above – front: Beatrice, Miguel, Anders P, Schlomo, Anders C
back: Joel, Daniel

Diego and Elisabetta

The international gang, reasonably enough not expecting to get much out of presentations in Italian, had small and very lively sessions on working under constraints, vlogging and politics, vlogging in context (more here), making money from vlogging (top secret! no filming allowed!), and Aske’s talk looked fascinating.

Richard addresses the camera

I myself didn’t get to see or hear much of any of this – there was always something else to be done, including demoing TVBLOB stuff (keeping recalcitrant beta software alive) to all and sundry. I hadn’t demoed so much since CES in January. It was mostly fun, and the demo-ees were excited by the possibilities.

The audience grew and then shrank over the day, at the end mostly the foreigners were left. We closed with a quick recap from each group of what had been accomplished, bagged up our equipment, and headed out. A few kind volunteers came back to the office with me to help carry stuff, then we went to meet the others at the Nodehouse to see what to do about dinner (Andreas and I, as usual, were very hungry – we’d been working hard all day!).

We found a place near the Nodehouse, Pizzando Grigliando (which, I now realize – and unusually for Italy – appears to be part of a chain). It had a wide enough variety of menu to satisfy everybody, at semi-reasonable prices. Alberto joined us, back from Carrara, as did Diego, to my delight, though I didn’t get to talk to him as he was at the other end of a very long table.

After dinner we went back to the Nodehouse, where Antonello met us at 11 pm with the van. Several more people decided to make the move to Lecco, including Richard Bluestein, who was delighted to take a “lesbian” bath with scented salts, foams, and candles in our master bathroom.

As Enrico and I went to bed, I remarked: “I bet all those guys downstairs are still on their computers.” As confirmed the next day, I was right.

Sunday: We took it easy in the morning. I had provided train and boat schedules so that everyone could make their own way up to Lake Como as and when they pleased. Those of us already in Lecco didn’t need to rush – it was everybody else’s turn to do the commuting (yes, I planned it that way). The weather cooperated: Sunday was partly cloudy and completely gorgeous on the lake.

While still at home, Andreas and I were interviewed by Miguel on the balcony. Eventually we rounded up the gang and walked down to town and caught the train to Varenna.

On the train ride, Mark and I talked about being TCKs, growing up “between worlds”. There are many points of common experience, even when the worlds (New Jersey and Portugal, India and Pittsburgh) are very different. He had had the classic TCK conversation the day before with Arianna:

“Where are you from?”

“Uh…”

“Don’t worry, I get it. Me, too!” (Arianna is an Italian citizen raised in the US and France.)

Elisabetta and her boyfriend Gabriele met us in Varenna, and she began interviewing everyone in sight. We all took the ferry across to Bellagio, with commentary by Madge.

One group had reached Bellagio before us; we found them lazing around drinking coffee at an outdoor table in the sun. As soon as Madge appeared, all cameras were on her– to the great confusion of everyone else in Bellagio. I overheard the following:

Wife: Ma chi e’? (“Who is that?”)

Husband: Che cazzo ne so? (“What the fuck do I know?”)

Those of us arriving from Lecco hadn’t had lunch and were hungry. We sat inside the cafe (no tables left outside) and had coffee, pastries, and sandwiches. Somebody shot footage of the locals’ reactions to Madge, but I haven’t seen that appear online yet.

We wandered around in constantly-changing groups, eventually all congregating on the lakeside spot where Madge was interviewing Schlomo.

vlogging off into the sunset

There were so many cameras pointing at each other that the other tourists and residents thought there must be somebody famous around, and gathered to watch.

This is probably what saved Steve’s camera bag. He had put it down somewhere and forgot about it when he moved on, til someone came hurrying along asking who had lost a bag. No one had touched it – when he got there, he found a large group of people gathered around staring at it, each making sure that no one else would steal it!

The light was gone, so we gathered in a small wine bar, near the photography shop with photos of famous people on a board outside, for (of course) wine.

Gabriele, Steve, Alberto

It was getting cold and dark. We all piled onto the boat back to Varenna and then the train to Lecco. At the station, I spotted two friends of my daughter – perfect subjects for a Madge interview.

As scheduled, Antonello was there with his van to run people up to the restaurant. I went in the first group so I could give last-minute instructions on food and wine, and be there to direct traffic as people arrived. After some last-minute defections (Lisa’s ride flaked on her), 21 people sat down to eat:

antipasti:
brisaola della Valchiavenna (dried salted beef, typical of this
region), coppa brianza (pork), prosciutto

first course:

  • pizzoccheri – the local specialty, buckwheat pasta boiled with
    potatoes and greens, then baked with cheese, butter, garlic, and sage
  • risotto al Sassella e luganega – rice cooked with a local wine and sausage
  • (for the vegetarians) bigoli di pasta fresca alla crema di taleggio – ravioli-type pasta,
    home-made, with sauce from a local soft cheese

second course: roast suckling pig, with side dishes of polenta and zucchine. There was a veg option but I don’t remember what it was.

dessert: choice of mostly home-made cakes – chocolate with pears, chocolate with strawberry sauce…

water,
coffee, and lots of wine!

Taverna ai Poggi did very well by us. All the food was abundant, the pig tender and sweet, and in the end they charged us only 35 euros a person, including the upgraded wines. And we got a tour of the wine cellar.

When all was eaten and done, Antonello and another driver were waiting with two vans to carry back to Milan all who were going there. Our family room in Lecco was full again, with a slightly different mix of people – all of them, again, were up late playing with their computers.

Monday: We slept late, lazed around the house, and played with the turtles. Except for Raymond and Schlomo, who took off even before I woke up – Raymond had never gone to sleep at all, so he ended up spending the day sleeping in the Nodehouse.

I was interviewed by Madge (with Mark on the camera and Andreas on lighting), we had lunch, then Richard and Bicycle Mark headed back to Milan.

Tuesday: I had to go to work. Andreas and Anders rode in with me, met up with Mark and Richard, and were naughty at the museum of La Scala (filming!). In the evening I dropped Rossella at her theater class and met Andreas and Anders and Enrico at a nearby bar for an aperitivo (the kind that comes with lots of food, though not terribly good in this case). A&A brought me a thank-you gift from Richard and Mark: “lesbian” bath goodies from the Body Shop. Ross finished theater class early, we all went home in the car listening to a strange mix CD I had made years ago.

Wednesday: A&A, our first and last houseguests for vlogEurope, accompanied me to Milan for the last time, and flew out in the evening. Anders had reached the conclusion that, at some point in his life, he needs to live in Italy. Either or both of them can certainly come back here as guests any time – they were great to have around.

Regrets

I didn’t get to talk as much as I’d have liked with a bunch of people. Hopefully next year’s event, which Joel has masochistically volunteered to organize, will give me more opportunities to interact.

There were few women at the conference, and none among the foreign contingent.

Lack of mixing between the Italian and non-Italian crowds, with a few important exceptions.

Raves

I enormously enjoyed all the people I did get to spend time with – it’s not every day I get to hang out with such an intelligent, interesting, motivated group – all at once!

Reviews

“I cannot wait for next year as this was THE new media conference of the year for me.” – Schlomo

 

^ top: my daily commutes were far more entertaining than usual!

Digital Camera Fixes: When Your Camera Jams, Try Fixing It Yourself

We now have three digital cameras in the family (not counting cellphones). The first was a Nikon Coolpix 775, purchased in New York for $500 in early 2002. I can’t remember how many megapixels it has, but certainly its capabilities are unimpressive by today’s standards. It takes a proprietary rechargeable battery, of which I’ve bought two more as the first one won’t hold much of a charge anymore.

Two Christmases ago, Ross’ uncle Bruno got her, at her request, a Canon point-and-shoot. It ended up being a fairly expensive model, in part because I had suggested getting something that used the same Compact Flash memory as my Nikon. It takes rechargeable AA cells – much cheaper to replace when needed. It also offers more megapixels, so requires larger memory cards…

A year ago October, during the day in Varenna when I shot a lot of both video and photos, my Nikon jammed with its lens out, showing “System Error” on the screen. All the basic fiddling I could think of (battery in and out, memory card in and out, on and off in all positions…) did not solve the problem. I even opened it up and took a look, but the lens assembly was not in a position I could get to without doing damage.

A Google search revealed that this model of Nikon was particularly known for the dreaded System Error, but this problem arose over time, usually after the warranty expired, so I could not have known about it when I bought the camera. Repairs were likely to cost more than the camera was worth, especially since I had bought it in the US and would have to send it back there for repair.

I sadly put the camera away in my pile of electronic junk (SCSI cables, anyone?), thinking vaguely that I might sell it for parts on eBay.

I concentrated instead on video, very occasionally borrowing Ross’ Canon, and, when desperate, using the camera in the cellphone that Ross and Enrico got me for my birthday last year – only when desperate because the quality isn’t good, and it costs me 50 cents to send a picture from my cellphone to my email. In fact, I only ever started doing so as a result of a one-month-free offer from Vodafone, but since that gave out, I have done it very rarely.

I missed having a decent still camera, and was tempted by the ever-cheaper new models available. Especially when, this summer, my videocamera also gave out. It suddenly couldn’t record or play back a tape without a lot of horizontal lines in it. I wrote to Canon USA (I had purchased it in Las Vegas) and they said it was a known manufacturing defect that entitled me to free repair. That was the good news. The bad news was that this was only possible if I shipped it back to the US. Which set me back 60 euros for FedEx, but the rest was very kindly handled by the friends in DC with whom we’d be staying when we went in July, so I could pick up the repaired camera from them and not pay shipping again. But, until I got there, I was without a camera of any kind. I felt as if my hands had been cut off.

Ross had grown so keen on photography that I had decided that I would get her a digital SLR for her birthday, which would also allow me to borrow her point-and-shoot more often. We bought the camera (also a Canon) the day after her 17 th birthday, at New York’s famous B&H Photo, with the help of Woodstocker Amal. He spent half a day with us between the store and walking around showing Ross how to use her new treasure.

She’s been learning more and more about how to use it ever since, as can be observed on her fotolog. She’s even gotten some paying gigs, photographing parties and fashion shows at discos. Her next project, as a Christmas fundraiser for the charities supported by the nuns at her school, will be to take gag photos of kids at the school (e.g., “Your photo with Santa”) and charge them for the prints. Her class will raise money for printer ink and photographic paper, and I’m about to go help her with a spreadsheet to figure out what they need to raise and charge to make the whole project profitable.

A few days after we got the new Canon, the old Canon went on strike – jammed with its lens in the out position, just like the Nikon. I was furious – this one was just 18 months old! Another Google search turned up the information that these lens assemblies are cheaply made and prone to open crookedly and then jam. There was advice to try turning the lens gently and/or pressing on whichever side seemed to be sticking out more. I tried all of this, at some point heard a little click, and the lens slid back into its housing. It took the camera a few photographs to unscramble its brains and remember its job, and it’s been fine ever since.

A month or so later, back home in Lecco, I was clearing out junk and ran across the Nikon. Remembering my success with the Canon, I applied the same techniques. Click. Whirr. The lens, after a year, went back into place. And the camera has been working since – that’s why there are so many new photos on my site lately. It’s nice to be a photographer again.