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Conference roundup (2017)

2017 was a good year–and by that I mean very busy–for conferences. Here is a brief roundup of where I was.

January

Nothing!

February

FOSDEM (Brussels, Belgium)

March

LibrePlanet (Cambridge, MA)

April

Lectures in Paris

May

Linux Fest North West (Bellingham, WA)
OSCON (Austin, TX)

June

Nothing!

July

Readercon (Boston, MA)

August

DebConf (Montreal, QC, Canada)

September

Nothing!

October

Leafest (Stowe, VT)
SeaGL (Seattle, WA)
All Things Open (Raleigh, NC)

November

Public Lab Barn Raising (Cocodrie, LA)
CubaConf (Habana, Cuba)

December

Chaos Communication Congress (Leipzig, Germany)

Of these, I spoke at:

For this, I was out of Boston for 65 days. (There were a few other travel days over the course of the year.)

I have my eye on a few new conferences for 2018, but also to drop a few of the ones I attended in 2017. For example, I don’t think I’ll be lecturing in Paris; I’m not attending FOSDEM this year. I submitted to the OSCON CfP, but it’s unlikely I’ll attend otherwise; I am planning on submitting to Open West.

I submitted to some conferences I was not accepted to, but I forget which. Sorry!

travel

I travel a lot. Not as much as people who are travelers–people who define themselves by the thing. In general, that’s a theme in my life: I do X more than the average person, but not as much as the average person who takes on that identity.

I leave the US a handful of times a year. In 2017 I went to Brussels, Paris, Montreal, Cuba, and, now, Leipzig. It looks like 2018 will include a trip to Australia, a few to Canada, and, hopefully, one or two to Europe. I miss my nephew (who is a baby and lives in Paris).

I probably leave Boston about once a month. 2017 was a fairly unique year, and I think I averaged a week out of town a month.

Okay, so I guess I do travel a lot.

The thing is, traveling -terrifies- me. Every time. Every single time.

Traveling within the United States makes me a little nervous. As long as you have a credit card and a pocket computer (and ideally a lap computer) you’ll be okay. I have these things. I also have a driver’s license and a passport, and am pretty good at keeping both of these with me most of the time.

Traveling internationally, however, means the phone function of your pocket computer is significantly less useful, your credit card may not work, and you need an adapter for your laptop charger. It is suddenly much easier for something to go wrong.

Also, the passport/driver’s license redundancy breaks down. In fact, losing your passport will throw you into a cascading adventure of bureaucracy, stress, and mounting express fees.

Add into this mix not speaking the language (as is usually the case for me. If I do speak any of it it’s mostly limited to ordering an espresso (as in one), or occasionally a croissant as well. Okay, I can generally express wanting an object).

Traveling internationally quickly can become much less exciting and much more nerve racking. The conversation now heavily relies on not just what can go wrong, but how to compensate for your lack of native knowledge should something go wrong.

Take today for example:

My debit card isn’t working at the ATMs. It turns out, one of my friends is also having this same problem (albeit in a different part of Germany). We have the same bank. Neither of us can call our bank, because we’re in Germany, because it’s Christmas, and because we’re in Germany on Christmas. Tomorrow, we may be able to call our bank, but neither of us could go to a German bank for help, because it’s the day after Christmas and we’d be in Germany on the day after Christmas–which counts as second Christmas according to a calendar I saw! They have two Christmases in Germany.

I usually don’t even have one.

So, now I have 15 euros (actually 11.81, because I bought a double espresso). I have a credit card, and the fees, while annoying, are something I can survive. However, I still don’t have any cash, and it’s not really feasible to do everything I need with a card.

Alternatively, I could find a friend (or friends) and buy them something (with my card) in exchange for cash. Maybe I could pay for someone’s hotel room, or take a big group out to dinner. Well, what if my card doesn’t work then? It will just be embarrassing.

In order to attack any of this, I need to find somewhere with wifi, which is what took me to the Starbucks where I spent 3 euro 19 purchasing an espresso so I felt okay using their wifi to text people. (Signal has been life changing for travel.) This doesn’t help me with the ATM problem, but it does make me feel less alone in Germany.

I’m kicking myself for not having a bigger stash of euros at home.

I know I’ll figure this out, but in the meantime I’m in Germany, all I can do is order espresso and say “eine bisse bitte” when someone asks me if I want sugar with my espresso and I only recognize that they’re offering me sugar because when I used to just say “ja” to every transactional question, I would end up with too-sweet coffee whenever they said the word sucre,

CDN expressed something along the lines of being impressed at my seemingly flawless confidence when it comes to getting on planes or trains, taking ferries and cars, and a deep love of discovering public transit systems and shortcuts through alleys. The thing is, every time I do any of this–whether it’s taking the yellow line on the BART and hoping I don’t miss the last stop before it crosses between San Francisco and East Bay (or East Bay and SF) or being pretty sure the woman who is going to check my ticket on the train is going to yell at me, in German, for something i don’t know I’ve done wrong and I can’t get another coffee, which my soul needs to survive the German woman who is inevitably going to be yelling at me–I am terrified. It’s scary and it’s hard.

Being in another country, whether you’re visiting or live there, when it’s not the place you carry native knowledge from–that’s a struggle. Every day of being in a place that’s foreign (whatever that means to you) brings with it a small but constant struggle that just makes you tired. It can be your brain doing that extra little work trying to understand languages you don’t speak at all; or not being able to tell if the packet you’ve picked up is baking powder or baking soda because it doesn’t say “sodium bicarbonate” anywhere, but the illustration of a cake and some cookies and a muffin makes you pretty sure it is one of those things; or just walking too slow (or fast) on the escalator. Walking on the escalator at all.

Life is full of constant, unconscious decisions we know instinctively based on knowing where we are. When we don’t know where we are, we struggle to make it work. We have to think consciously about these things or, when we don’t, we put more energy into it than the seamless flow of our life at home.

I travel a lot for my profession. I really do enjoy it, both my work in free software and traveling. I’m tired and it’s hard, but it’s valuable. There is a real purpose to putting myself on a train, a plane, another plane, a shuttle bus, another train, a subway car, and then a short walk in order to end up in the place where I’ll meet the people I need to meet, have the conversations I need to have, and build the ideas without which there would be no progress.

Besides, going interesting places is the most interesting thing about me. I have a credit card, a pocket computer, a passport, and an ability to be so terrified I appear confident.

Coffee (01)

One of the first things JP told me about Finland is that Finns drink the most coffee in the world, by weight, per capita. He then told me virtually all of this coffee is disgusting. It is, he described, light and weak, which is why they need to consume so much of it–that and the somewhat binary nature of their winters and summers, with brief twilights punctuating darkness and seemingly endless days of light strung together such that you (or I, at least, as a visitor) forgot that there even was such a thing as a dark night. The internet, of course, tells a different story, with pages, blog entries, reviews, and articles dedicated with love, appreciation, and a self-aware pretentiousness of the Helsinki coffee scene. Some of the best baristas in the world, they claim, are from Scandinavia. While, technically, Finland is not a part of Scandinavia, I think they are generally included in this statement. (Note: over 17 years of World Barista Championships, Norway has won twice, and Denmark three times.)

2010 estimates put Finnish coffee consumption at 12.33kg per coffee drinking Finn per year. (Keurig also cites this number (12kg) in marketing materials. Those are my efforts for confirmation.) More than 90% of this coffee (again, random internet article) is “light roast,” and Finnish coffee is considered to be some of the “lightest in the world.”

By comparison, the US drinks about 4kg per coffee drinking American per year. I couldn’t find something on the percent of coffee that is light, medium, or dark roast in the US, but I did learn that a medium roast is also called an American roast.

My experience with US coffee is fairly specific, based in hip, urban areas and my parents’ kitchen. Based on brief visits to gas stations and Wawas, beyond quantity, the US actually handles coffee similar to Finland–there is a “low bar” for the majority of coffee consumed, with “quality” (care or intention are likely better words) raising in cities, college towns, and other places where people Care About Their Coffee. Starbucks has led to a trend for darker roasts–producing a culture where Darker is Better. This is anecdotal, of course, but I feel as though small batch roasters began producing darker (and darker) roasts. More recently, this has begun to change (Stumptown, for example, doesn’t produce a really dark roast, and medium roasts are coming back into vogue), and we are slowly creeping out of these dirt colored beans to a brighter, smoother future.

Back to the story.

When I went to FInland, I was excited to become acquainted with Finnish coffee. I made a list of places I was interested in trying–based on reviews I found on various websites. Before I give some overall impressions, I want to give a bit of a disclaimer:

I’m kind of proud of my sense of taste. This is to say, for someone with only half a functioning tongue (my right half has been numb since a dental surgery in 2011), I can taste things surprisingly well. The start, the middle, the end, the aftertaste, the flavor in the tip of the tongue through the back of the throat. I can’t say anything -intelligent- or -educated- about flavor, I don’t have a refined palate (I, in fact, had to look up how to spell that correctly), and I am very, very easily overwhelmed. I can appreciate complexity and skill, I just don’t like it. My preferences are pretty simple, rather plain, and very childish. My favorite things to eat include cucumber and mayonnaise on otherwise plain bread, yogurt with peanut butter and bananas, and lettuce with oil, lemon, and pepper. And ice cream. Lots of ice cream.

It is with a heavy heart I must say that after going to three of the best cafés, one random place, and brewing my own, mass produced beans, I don’t like Finnish coffee. (Several of the places I wanted to go were closed–I’d like to try more.) Two of the places served beans from the same place.

I could appreciate the coffee, I could identify the interesting flavors in it, and tell you how it was supposed to be good, but I didn’t like it. It was just too dark for me. It was as though Finnish coffee-hipster culture responded to the state of most coffee being “some of the lightest roasts in the world” by burning the beans into a char.

Even sitting at home, with my own coarser grind, and pour over preferences, I find the coffee just too damn bitter.

SIgh.

Still, I almost liked a cappuccino (made with a medium espresso) at La Torrefazione–made with oatmilk and honey to cut through the bitterness. There are more places to try, roasters to consider, and experiments to conduct over coffee in and around Helsinki.