Issue
2 * February 15, 2006 |
Special Report: TAM4 Rebecca Watson
I had attended The Amaz!ng Meeting 4, the James Randi Educational Foundation's annual conference bringing the world's greatest critical thinkers together for a weekend of lectures, panel discussions, and performances. The conference featured speakers such as Murray Gell-Mann, Michael Shermer, Carolyn Porco, Christopher Hitchens, Richard Wiseman, Nadine Strossen, the Mythbusters, Penn & Teller, Julia Sweeney, Phil Plait, and far too many more to list. Surrounding the educational portion of the conference were an outrageous number of social activities not officially sanctioned by the JREF; because, when you decide to have a conference in Las Vegas, some extracurricular fun may occur. Here’s a quick overview of the weekend, leaving out only the most salacious stories (I'm not going to tell you who broke that headboard, or how), so you'll have to use your imagination.
Tuesday
After I dropped off my suitcase in my first room, I traveled downstairs to one of the hotel bars, where I found about five people hanging out. I had met one before, and the rest I knew by funny names and avatars on the JREF forum. We all drank and talked for a few hours, but I have no memory of what was said. This is probably for the best.
Wednesday
In the hospitality suite, the JREF gang (including Randi, Linda “Queen of JREF” Shallenberger, her hilarious husband Karl, Hal “Not Really Such a Prude” Bidlack, and Scott “Volunteer Coordinator” Romanowski – sorry Scott, I’ll come up with a more exciting nickname for you later) were preparing for the conference’s start the next day by assembling welcome packets. I pretended as though I was going to help out, and then slipped into the next room with Randi. He showed me a bent paperclip and explained that it was way too cold in the room earlier, so he picked the lock to the thermostat and turned up the heat. Then he noticed that the door to the outside was open. Good times. I finally decided to help the crew by putting together name badges, which I took outside by the pool. There, I was approached by a young man whose first question to me was, “Are you here with your grandmother?” The level of discourse did not necessarily improve from there, and after about ten minutes he left. Try as I might, I was unable to indoctrinate him into the skeptical cause. |
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