I’m at the TTI Vanguard conference in DC. About 120 people are here to discuss this year’s topic: Knowledge Management. The advisory board is scarily smart and deep.

The organizers are nervous about people blogging from the conference because they want people to “speak fearlessly.” There’s a No Press rule, but they are ok with blogging so long as it doesn’t violate people’s privacy, a nicely fuzzy rule that I’m happy to hew to.

I’m presenting tomorrow, on “The Unspoken,” which unfortunately sounds like a Clint Eastwood movie. At the speakers’ meeting this morning they stressed how interruptive the sessions are: you are granted a ten-minute opening but after that, anyone can ask a question. Everyone has a microphone at her seat (along with an ethernet cable and a power outlet). This orientation meeting didn’t exactly put me at ease, but that wasn’t its point. I came here with loose ideas about what to talk about, figuring that I’d end up rewriting after today anyway. Now it’s my bowels that are loose. Ulp.

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