Since I have article deadlines to contend with once I reach home, I am writing this in the bus on the way home.
What an interesting meeting! There were 13 of us?
There were a few familiar faces in attendance - a university biology junior and museum colleague, a primary school classmate, some gahmen bloggers I've had the pleasure of meeting and conversing with online including one who has her wings set free, a once Mac meetup blogger recently carrying a Toshiba and fearful for his life, an active librarian whom I met online and currently a top contributor to Tomorrow.sg (sorry Ivan, could not resist), and the Museum Roundtable Secretariat.
New faces included a shadowy figure in blogging circles (his name and face disintegrated when I got home) and one of the oldest bloggers in Singapore (who had inspired this heritage group), who asked me about my "office attire".
Sigh, my bermudas and polo-t keeps me nimble so I can spontaneously do things like empty the specimen freezer or plot a trail through some overgrown forest. But that's another story.
Okay this bit was actually written after I reached at home
We talked about too many things to blog - two of us had iBooks in our bags which we didn't open up and blog with' so silly:
First funny moment - Walter distributes an agenda and explains our presence and declares there is no chairman (okay at least he tried).
Clutching my agenda, I wished we were someplace with flat, wide tabletops and good fluorescent lighting, like you know, *hollers* a coffee shop! (Just decadent biologist tendencies).
Put away the digital camera on loan after the flash blinds everyone and the macro lens only produces two well-bleached faces. The thoughtful blogger next to me volunteers to take photos so I won't get lynched. Little did I know she just wanted me alive to give advice about bicycles after the meeting.
Gahmen-faced or not gahmen-faced? How to let a government sponsored effort not seem like a government sponsored effort. We all nodded thoughtfully at that one.
Is it still a blog when there is a marketing strategy? *Frown, frown*
Oh brilliant, so why call it a blog anyway?
Contributors - looks to be a pretty diverse field to recruit from.
Museum Roundtable or not? (Only one member, myself in attendance besides secretariat; and the rest there needed to have it explained to them)
Turns out its much, much more than just about museums.
Editor or bloodhound? What's a real editors job about anyway? No none knew so we are instead "Bloodhounds" to sniff out the good stuff.
Yesterday.sg (occupied; too bad) or HeritageRojak.sg (pretty lame but nothing's binding yet); well, as long as we don't spend $100K to retain the same name
Must be a simple name (preferably one word) that we can all pronounce, spell and remember, with heritage significance and, had we more time to debate it, a ticket to the afterlife.
There is a melancholic song that no one dared sing, else it made the assemblage miserable and reduce the food blogger to tears.
Preetam starts a conversation that has me go rabid, now that I know the coordinating civil servant is clearly able to handle dissent, but unfortunately he is in the restroom and I have to repeat myself with much less gusto.
What to do with rabid bloodhounds who cry shut down the museums! (*raises fist in air*)
Acknowledging relative openness of NHB towards blogging (I did that obviously to curry favour notwithstanding my starving stomach but Ivan hinted that rabid bloodhounds will still be put down. Sigh, one can but try.
Get Museum Roundtable members involved! Too much potential to harvest.
Learning from Tomorrow.sg's experience - just a bit, since we'll be relatively tame or probably suffer from self-censorship.
Realised we hardly followed the agenda which Mr Bats is chewing now, though it helped get things started.
I can still blame Amy and Shaun (project managers) for everything.
I realise I'm exhausted from a long day and lack of food. I arrived at the meeting starving but found the conversation too engaging to be distracted by food. Okay really now, I was almost folded in half in the sofa and would probably end up spilling stuff over all my kakis (and I don't mean my feet). So I decided not to struggle with the very laksa-like dishes that the place apparently specialises in. I looked for sandwiches but found none. The food blogger with a secret site next to me probably has the menu memorised by now but strangely ate nothing much either. Still, the smell was good enough to prompt a revisit, maybe even as soon as this Friday and I'd never had found it myself.
Talk, talk, talk, never eat, (kicks self in foot). Sigh, never let a food blgger take the photos!
I am hoping the much smarter librarian next to me who was happily slurping down some delectable dish (in my ear) will prove worthy to the task. After all, you simply have to google "rambling" to find him - he's listed in the top five. Pretty impressive for someone who dismissed blogging not too long ago!
Ohhh..rats, not supposed to blog past midnight!
Hey, that was a pretty good agenda!
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