 It's more than a week now that I returned from Milan where I attended this year's
European Lisp Symposium, but memories are still
fairly fresh. The conferences I go to are usually all pretty nerdy, but this one
provided particularly impressive examples of general geekiness.
It's more than a week now that I returned from Milan where I attended this year's
European Lisp Symposium, but memories are still
fairly fresh. The conferences I go to are usually all pretty nerdy, but this one
provided particularly impressive examples of general geekiness. 
Not that this came as a surprise. After all, this was a conference about Lisp. Lisp is one of those
languages which, as it seems, many love and many others hate, but which leaves few indifferent.
And so naturally, the audience at the symposium deeply cared about the language and its
underlying value system, and wasn't in Milan just for a few days of company politics or 
for sightseeing.
For me, this meant:
-  Two days during which I didn't have to explain any 
     of 
     my T-shirts.
-  Not having to hide my symptoms of internet deprivation on the first day
     of the symposium (when the organizers were still working on 
     wifi access for everyone).
-  Enjoying (uhm...) the complicated protocol dance involved in splitting up 
     a restaurant bill among five or six geeks. This is obviously something that 
     we, as a human subspecies, suck at  Special shout-outs go to Jim Newton, 
     Edgar Gonçalves, Alessio Stalla, Francesco Petrogalli and his friend Michele.
     (Sorry to those whose names I forgot; feel free to refresh my memory.) Special shout-outs go to Jim Newton, 
     Edgar Gonçalves, Alessio Stalla, Francesco Petrogalli and his friend Michele.
     (Sorry to those whose names I forgot; feel free to refresh my memory.)
-  Meeting Lisp celebrities like Scott McKay (of Symbolics
     fame)
-  Crashing my hotel room with four other hackers (Attila Lendvai and the amazing
     dwim.hu crew)
     who demoed both their Emacs skills and their web framework to me, sometime after 
     midnight. (Special greetings also to Stelian Ionescu.)
How refreshing!
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