So … this weekend, we had an odd and informal secret meeting of the SciBlings in New York City. This was nothing official, it’s like a whole bunch of the bloggers here decided they ought to get together some time, and a plan slowly crystallized and the precipitate settled out on NYC. It was decided to keep it informal and in-house, or I would have advertised our presence further ahead of time — but with about 3 dozen of us present it would have been too much to invite in a lot of others, even though there were lots of other NY bloggers and readers I would have liked to have met.
I flew in Thursday and had a meeting with a few Seed people, and also attended an art gallery show opening, which was weird: a full size lunar lander mockup with video and sound effects and a little playlet — science and culture in collision, don’t you know. Mainly what I remember, though, is getting to meet David Byrne, and straining to be sure to close my mouth after saying hello.
We met on Friday at the Seed offices to see the staff and all the secret engines of magazine creation, and to drink beer. Then we left to find a few places to sell us food and beer. Then we went to the Adam Bly mansion to nibble on cheese and various other tasty items, and drink wine. And beer. Then we sought out bars and karaoke. This is what happens when you hang around with young’uns — if I’d been in charge, we’d have spent the weekend in libraries and coffeeshops with wifi.
Saturday we had a brunch at a nice little restaurant called E.U., hosted by Seed, who also videotaped our discussions — the video will probably end up on the Seed video page sometime. Video cameras do weird things to group dynamics: one minute everyone’s making dick jokes, then the cameras come on and they get all serious. If Seed wanted to make a really cool movie, they would have lied to us and said the cameras were on when they were off and vice versa. Maybe next time.
I took my seat at the restaurant early, but everyone else just saw the crew setting up and huddled in the back. By the bar. That wasn’t surprising, I guess.
Josh was the life of the party. He did a little strip tease for us—cameras were flashing everywhere.
By the way, Steve Steve has a new toy: a Darwin finger puppet, modeled here against the backdrop of lovely Mike’s spiffy t-shirt.
There was more drinking all Saturday night — the wee little ones found some place where you could get 5 shots for $10, but my weak old flesh could not possibly keep up, so I staggered home to sleep before catching my flight the next morning.
But look! I also got to meet Hank Fox!
A lovely time was held by all, but next time we have to drag along a few more old folks to impose some restraint, decorum, and earlier bed times.