Wednesday i went on my little jaunt to the pine savanna, which was a good restorative, good walk, and i -- of course -- tripped and fell very early on. I'm glad it was early so i wasn't hot or tired and i probably managed the fall more safely. Wonderfully, the new pants didn't rip. Talbots, you have my business. Still, my right ankle twinges, and my knee is scraped. On the whole, good to do, but i'm complaining about the trip and fall here because Christine will worry more than she does already.
Thursday i facilitated the session that i needed to facilitate. It felt a little like Meeting for business in practicing listening and reporting back -- it's as if we crafted a meeting minute. I feel i succeeded in "getting the sense of the meeting." This will go into the crafting of the charter for the working group and i worry about how much i bit off to do.
I also managed to show up for another session i needed to be at, but was confused about the topic, so i sat in the audience instead of at the table where the other authors on the standard were sitting.
I returned to my room Thursday and tried reading Atwood's Oryx and Crake. I deduced the last thing i needed was last-human-on-earth fiction. I think this was at the point where the main character was remembering back to his mother leaving him and taking his pet. RIGHT. NOPE. Don't need anything that triggers missing my Love and my fuzzies any more than the baseline undercurrent. Discworld, again, to amuse me.
Friday was just a couple more sessions, but i woke at 4 am worried about one standard that was being proposed as i realized the repercussions of the identifier for systems being tied directly to URL where data needed for the interactions was stored. As soon as that coupling takes place, an organization gets "locked in" to the implementation and can't switch easily from one provider to another. I could redirect my attention to some systems development ideas, which were encouraging, but in the end i found myself unable to go back to sleep. I took the notes at one session, the third in the three about the revised standard. Before the opening session and during the break, i checked in with others about the terrible aspect of the proposed standard: others have seen it and tried to talk the originator out of the error. I admit that analyzing the "happy path" that establishes cryptographically strong attestations from C that A can trust B is challenging enough. To then determine the side effects of what does this mean in the commercial economy, and what if a couple parties decide to leave other parties out of the analysis because they trust each other and going through another party is a challenge, well, that's what the community is there for. I wish i knew more about network analysis.
The last session is a "thank you" ceremony where members of the community thank other members of the community. It being my first time attending, i was happy to be quiet. I was wondering if i would ever be involved long enough that i would be part of the community -- this being my first attendance to this conference. I was thinking of this working group i am co-chairing, and then a colleague on the standards committee (who probably nominated me to the advisory board) thanked me. It certainly triggers every "aw shucks" that i have in me, and it makes me yet again reflect on how i feel "outsider" long after everyone else sees me as a fixture. Top of list for therapy session, i think, this recurring belief i am invisible and sense that i don't know others, either.
The afternoon jaunt up to the town of Apopka for lunch and driving the Lake Apopka wildlife road with my aunt and uncle was just the thing. After leaving them i continued to the Green Mountain Scenic Overlook and Trailhead which is apparently on the Lake Wales ridge but nowhere near the highest spot in Florida. I then drove to my hotel through a stretch of state forest, avoiding major highways and significant sprawl. It was lovely.
I now need to zip and get ready for today's driving and visits: my grandmother in a retirement community across Tampa Bay from St Petersburg, and a friend from grad school up in Gainesville.