So I’m at a “Web Summit.” Sounds important, eh? Well, I’ll one-up you. This “Web Summit” is a meeting of 12 web visionaries in higher ed. That’s right, 12 - meaning me plus 11! Man, I’m so damn important.

Only, not really. See, this whole thing is being put on by a higher ed consultant. And that can mean only one thing. Said consultant will promptly write down all the smart shit the 12 of us spout off and then resell it right back to us. Brilliant.

I met a dude named David from UConn tonight and had dinner with him. Smart fellow. I imagine I’ll meet 10 other really swell folks as well, so as far as I’m concerned this won’t be a total loss. I also am prepared to provide NO DETAIL about any of the ideas I propose. I figure if I keep it very high level these jackholes can’t steal my ideas. Take that, consultants.

Anyway, in the ultimate bit of irony the internet connection in my room doesn’t work. So, I’m sitting in a smoky bar getting my intarweb fix. Mmmmm, sweet internet tubes.