An open letter to the organizers of #TEDxKC
0Dear Mike Lundgren and all the volunteers who worked so hard to put on the TEDx conference this past week in Kansas City:
You worked really hard. You surely put in hundreds of hours preparing, curating, planning, and jockeying to get everything just right for the TEDxKC conference…and I really appreciate that. It isn’t something that people can easily overlook! We know how hard it is to put something together along the lines of TEDx. I’ve put on events before, and I know how hard they can be to organize and implement. TEDx has a reputation for being first-class in every way, and I’m sure you never intended for it to be anything less!
But…I’d like to suggest one major change before you ever try to do this again: find a new place to host it! (and, if not, find a new production company — more on this later).
At the risk of sounding like a complainer, I need to say that I love the Nelson-Atkins Museum. It’s a grand place…part of Kansas City’s history and an absolutely gorgeous facility…for some types of events. But not this one.
Let’s look back at how this all played out, shall we?
- Tickets went on sale July 11 and sold out within 90 minutes. That should tell you the first thing here: people love TEDx and there’s a demand for it. Obviously, a great demand. Not just a few dozen people, a few hundred — more than 1,000 people — wanted to go, and some got tickets and some didn’t. I was not fortunate enough to secure a ticket within those first 90 minutes, and was bummed to be put on a waiting list that never produced a phone call from the Nelson — they just forgot about me. That process in itself sucked. 90 minutes? Does that really give “normal” people a chance to do this?
- Fortunately, my friend Matthew didn’t forget about me, and had an extra ticket, so I was again excited to go.
- I got to the Nelson in plenty of time for a “real” seat, only to find that VML had locked up a whole bunch of seats for themselves and yet couldn’t be troubled to actually sit in them. So there we were, wandering around in the auditorium, looking at all the empty “VML seats” but couldn’t find any for ourselves. Nobody at the doors could have been troubled to say, “sorry, this is full.” We had to find that news out for ourselves, gritching about VML’s apparent greediness in reserving rows and rows of seats but not sitting in them. The “public” wasn’t allowed to save seats, according to some in the room. Reluctantly, we proceeded to the “overflow” area.
- Dejectedly sauntering to the overflow room, we were subjected to a dark, acoustically-wretched, uncomfortable-seat disaster. Although the musical guests did (lovingly) come and visit us at the “kid’s table” for some brief musical entertainment (thank you, Barnaby Bright!), it was about the only sign that anyone even knew we were there…stuck in that dark, echoey room, all alone…
- Once the event started, we were subjected to some “stage” video of lower-thirds and overlays designed to be shown over the top of the actual speakers’ video, but it took Harvest Productions several minutes to realize that we weren’t getting the actual “speaker video” up on the screens. We were seeing everything BUT the speakers, along with a bunch of really cool corner-wipe effects brought on by someone who was seemingly determined to try every video transition they could find on the switcher (look! an orthogonal-gradient-spinning wipe!).
- All during your introduction and welcome, Mike, we got to hear some sort of white-noise-nothing-on-the-FM-dial interference while still not seeing you on the video until you were about ready to introduce Jenn Lim. It sounded as though a wireless mic receiver was picking up the absence of a signal and didn’t have any squelch, so we had that wonderful mix of noise and audio for the first several minutes, well into Jenn’s speech.
- Then, in our minds, we could hear someone saying, “hey, let’s just start playing around with the EQ until we filter out this noisy stuff.” As they twiddled around, we could gradually hear frequencies dropping out of the sound, until just a fraction of Jenn’s voice remained. No high end, no midrange, just (x-y) where x was her voice and y was all the random white-noise-interference spectrum.
- Once we finally got to that point, and had video, it was out of sync by quite a bit. Probably the difference between the speed of the audio signal and an HD video signal having to travel over distance (yeah, I know that can be an issue). Like a bad kung-fu movie, we got to (sort of) hear Jenn’s speech on happiness, while wondering exactly what she said that made the audience chuckle so much — because we couldn’t hear the nuances of her speech and thus missed her humorous moments. Various Twitter references included Charlie Brown’s teacher, and tin-cans-and-string.
- Someone must have said, “hey, let’s start playing with some time-delay here…so we can make the audio arrive a little later to match the video.” After some really cool Star Wars flanging effects swooping up and down, we then had SynchronizedJenn™ but really, badly, horribly distorted audio.
- This was not merely clipped audio at the loud points. It was, as @KCURCST described it as sounding like, “it’s being played at full volume out of ipod buds.”
As I looked around the room, I saw people tweeting on their phones. Grimacing. Talking to each other. Getting up and leaving. Looking in the back of the room to see if there was any sound technician anywhere near us (it didn’t appear there was). So here we are…stuck in a faraway room, with only a couple of video screens and some small, randomly-placed speakers and we’re supposed to sit quietly in our chairs and watch/listen while the “real” event is going on elsewhere in the building.
This is where I have to rant a little: since Harvest Productions is a sponsor of TEDx (and they’re listed everywhere as such — t-shirts, event badges, etc.), couldn’t it be reasonable to think that they would commit every possible resource to putting on a dynamite, world-class quality show for the unfortunate overflow folks? Even if they were just placebos, couldn’t they afford to have some techs stand around in the room, looking like they were paying attention and helping to deliver the show? Instead, I saw virtually no scrambling in the room at all (other than the people scrambling to leave because their ears were bleeding and it became apparent that it wasn’t getting any better). Maybe the scrambling happened elsewhere and we didn’t see it, but the impression was that we were stuck here, in this dark room, unable to enjoy anything because it so…incredibly…awful — and there was nobody to turn to for help. I’m sure the smiling volunteers at the doorway were probably inundated with frustrated patrons leaving in droves, especially considering that we could have avoided all this headache by simply staying home and watching the live stream (although I have to wonder if it turned out any better?).
Here’s the thing: TEDx is all about speakers and their talks. Having an effective audio-visual production is not secondary to a TEDx event. It cannot take a back seat; it can’t be seen as a “nice feature” or “icing on the cake” or “extra added flair.” If the production is the production, then the production should be flawless. It should be tested and re-tested and perfected before anyone has to arrive at the “kids table” for an admittedly already-second-rate experience. There should be extra batteries for all the mics, extra cable runs for all the cables, extra camera people in case one faints, extra boards and extra projectors and extra speakers and extra sets of HUMAN eyes and ears and extra everything, to handle whatever comes, without exception. There is no room to fail! If a failure starts to occur, it can and should be fixed immediately, and the point of failure identified early in the process for those who have to endure the problem. After the second recorded speaker (Kathryn Schulz, appropriately enough, on “being wrong”), we left. We had already decided that we couldn’t take another 90 minutes of tin-cans-and-string-would-sound-better audio. We weren’t alone. Walking out of the room, I heard someone get up to announce that “the problems were being fixed” and folks could either (a) endure the disaster or (b) hit the bar upstairs, where they could conceivably drink themselves into hearing things just fine. Wow! There’s some options, huh!?
I proposed then — and continue to propose now — that there should not NEED to be an overflow room.
The production company you choose to hire (and I hope it’s someone else next time, since Harvest has proven their ineptness) should only NEED to take care of one big production in one big room. Period. Having to really create two separate experiences for two different audiences from one “point of sale” is just too much to try and pull off with limited resources.
I’d love to see TEDxKC be held somewhere else next time…in a BIG venue. Something that could easily handle 1,000+ without overflow. Sell tickets with no “overflow” option. Sell seats, not wishes for seats. Let people arrive on time and find their assigned, reserved seat instead of having to ditch work early and show up at 4:30 just so they can get an actual chair. Reserve all the chairs you want for VML, because we’ll never have to worry about it. Make the tickets go on sale at a reasonable time, with plenty of advance warning for attendees, and they’ll be very happy.
In fact, I wouldn’t even mind if you had to charge two or three times the price; I’d gladly pay $20 or $30 if I knew only two things: (a) I’d have a place to sit, and (b) I could see and hear the people I came to see and hear.
By curating some of the most phenomenal, talented speakers out there, you’ve taken a giant step. TEDxKC isn’t going to get smaller, it’s only going to grow. As word spreads about how wonderful the experience was, you’ll pick up many more guests.
I’d just like to see you take the one step that needs to happen the quickest: find a decent place for this to unfold and the rest will work itself out. I’ve suggested the Crossroads Arts District, any of the large performance halls at the community colleges in town (like Yardley Hall at JCCC which seats 1,350), or even the forthcoming Kauffman Performing Arts Center. Bartle Hall could work in a pinch. Sprint Center holds lots of people! Kemper Arena could use some action nowadays. Pick something where people can see and hear and experience TEDxKC the way it was intended, and we’ll be forever grateful.
I know there is probably a lot of finger-pointing and apologizing and garments being torn right now, and I don’t want to make it worse. I just want to open up a dialogue that could conceivably lead to a much better TEDxKC experience for everyone involved.
Thanks for all you did, and if you need a volunteer to help next time, I’m game.
What’s not to LIKE?
0I’ve been giving people advice about expanding their social media influence online, and one of the things we always end up discussing is “getting more Facebook fans.” An email from Bass Pro Shops today typifies one thing you can easily do for your fans — give them a reason to “like” you on Facebook! Don’t just spam your (personal) friends and ask them, give them a real, honest-to-goodness, bona fide incentive. Some things you can do:
- Have a drawing for a free service (if you’re a dentist, give away a free teeth-whitening package)
- Send everyone (via Facebook) some sort of coupon or discount they wouldn’t get otherwise
- Send them an occasional message that’s positive and topical; remember some fans might “like” dozens or hundreds of companies, so give them a reason!
Take the time to figure out what you can do to enhance your fan base through Facebook. It’s fast becoming a force to be reckoned with, and by pretending it’s not there (or, as many companies do, blocking Facebook entirely from employees), you’re simply shutting down a very cost-effective means to reach your customers and keep them coming back for more.
As my Aussie friends say, “good on ya, mate” — Bass Pro Shops has done a nice job on this one.
How to Stay Young
0These words of advice jumped off the pages of our company retiree newsletter. I’ve seen variations of this list attributed to the AARP and various other sources — so even though I’m not sure where it “truly” came from, it’s well worth repeating. It’s good advice for all of us — retired or not! (and no, I’m not going to guilt-trip you if you refuse to copy and paste this into your Facebook status, or forward it to 539 friends, and lightning’s not going to strike if you skip this post, etc…just enjoy it!).
- Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.
- Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. “An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.” And the devil’s name is Alzheimer’s.
- Enjoy the simple things.
- Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
- The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.
- Surround yourself with what you love, whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Remember: Your home is your refuge.
- Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. You are worth it!
- Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
- Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
- Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.
Overheard at Taqueria El Poblano
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Two guys were sitting in the tiny restaurant (really, more like “four stools and a countertop” next to the kitchen at Taqueria El Poblano) eating lunch.
- Dude #1: Mmmm… you should try my tamale. It’s really good.
- Dude #2: I’ve never really liked tamales.
- Dude #1: Are you sure? You’re not talking about those crappy Hy-Power ones that come in the can, are you? Because this is a real good, authentic tamale.
- Dude #2: I don’t get it — so you take off the corn husks and THEN eat them?
- Dude #1: You’re kidding me…of course you take off the husks first! You don’t eat the waxed paper on those canned crappy ones…do you?
- Dude #2: Ummm…maybe that’s why I’ve never liked tamales.
Searching for the best Christmas movie…
1Watching movies has never been one of my strong suits as a somewhat-ADD dude. After all, a lot of things in life can happen in 92 minutes, and if I’m stuck in front of a TV, I might miss some of it. Going to the theater is better, because then it’s more of an “event” and I’m forced to sit in my seat for the duration with my cell phone on vibrate.
With that in mind, since I have some time off for Christmas, I’d like to fire up the DVD player and watch a good Christmas movie (or perhaps several). I’ve mentioned to a couple friends that I’ve never seen…(a gasp will follow, please breathe now…) “A Christmas Story.” I know the little kid with the big 80s glasses who wants a BB gun, and I know there’s a line in there about “you’ll shoot your eye out, kid.” Other than that — call me clueless. I always cry my eyes out during “It’s a Wonderful Life.” I’ve laughed at “Elf” and a few others.
I decided to run a poll about it: What is your favorite Christmas movie? If I’m going to brave the lines at the video store, what should I get?
The poll is on the upper-right of my blog. Your comments are welcome.
I look forward to your votes.
Brownies vs. nuts
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Picking the nuts off the brownie?
Brenda had some great-looking brownies at work today…at least I though they were, until I investigated a little further.
She lovingly put nuts in them, and I’m definitely not a nut guy. More specifically — and I know this borders on OCD or something — I do like peanuts and almonds, but I despise walnuts and pecans. I have no idea why!
- Brenda: “You liked my peanut brittle…”
- Me: “Yes…yes I did. It was fantastic.”
- Brenda: “So why don’t you just have one of my brownies?”
This reminded me of an age-old debate I used to have with my mom (bless her heart). You can substitute “mushrooms” for “nuts” here, because the conversation went that way on occasion too:
- Mom: “Aren’t you going to eat some of _______?”
- Me: “But Mom, it has little pieces of [pecan | mushroom] in it!”
- Mom: “They’re really small, and you can’t even taste them.”
- Me: “Then why would you bother putting them in?”
It’s amazing how many times this conversation has repeated itself over the course of my life. I’ll just do my Tom Hanks impression — from the movie Big where he nibbles on the “baby corn” at the dinner party. I’ll delicately eat around the nuts and enjoy the rest.
Is your life full of nuts/mushrooms that are irritatingly tough to pick out, but provide a little texture and variety anyway?
Here’s the deal: You need an online backup.
0- Note: this blog post was originally published March 10, 2009 but the advice is as good as ever. Mozy is offering me a small referral bonus of additional storage space if you sign up. So…full disclosure, blah blah blah; this is more about you than me, but I do get a tiny spiff of extra Mozy megabytes if you click on my referral link and sign up for the free account.
OK, gang, I’m sitting here restoring a few hundred document files to my reformatted and newly-OS’d hard drive while the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes (thank you, Garth).
And it reminds me how desperately EVERYONE needs to backup their files. Unless you’re storing all of your documents and work-in-progress in the “cloud” (Google Docs, etc.), you really need to back up your important files. I guarantee you will be burned by NOT doing this…something will happen and the technician (or neighbor) will say, “so…we’ve fixed your computer, now where are your backups?”
I’ve been a big fan of Mozy, an online backup service that offers you 2 gigabytes of FREE storage. Online. While you sleep. Securely. Somewhere out there…beneath the pale moonlight (thank you, Linda Rondstadt).
So here’s what I want you to do. Stop what you’re doing right now, and go here and sign up for the “Mozy Free” account. It really is free, and it really does work.
When your computer goes kaput, you’ll be so glad you did this. I’ve found their service to be very reliable and intensely easy to use. It’s basically a “set it and forget it” thing — your files are backed up and you never need to worry. Obviously, they’d like you sign up for a higher-capacity paid option, and you probably should — but for now, at least take this step and start backing up your stuff.
Thank me later, when lightning takes out your computer, and you gleefully restore everything with a few clicks.
Tupperware vs. Gladware
0Evelyn and I were discussing my recent kitchen overhaul.
After Meg left this past weekend from her awesome help, I ended up with a giant table full of Gladware. It was like the Island of Misfit Toys. Lids that didn’t fit anything, containers without lids, extra lids from who-knows-where, and a few thick thermal coffee mug lids (with no corresponding mugs) for good measure.
What to do…what to do?
Evelyn and I decided there’s a great mystery afloat: you purchase Gladware because it’s cheap, it’s disposable, and it’s really not so much for posterity, right? And you pay $40 for a single plastic bowl from Tupperware because you want its durability, lifetime guarantee, and all-around usefulness…
So why is it that the Tupperware always disappears (at the church potluck dinners…with the sick friends to whom you take some good food…wherever), and the Gladware stays around, way beyond its useful life?
Great mysteries.
We think Gladware is akin to fruitcake. Nobody really knows why it persists for so long.
Tupperware is like those really good no-bake cookies everyone snarfs down — turn your head and it’s gone. Go figure.
The other side of the cafeteria line
0If you’ve never had to stop and consider where your next meal is coming from, count your blessings. I’m fortunate to work for a community-minded company, and with that comes some great opportunities to give back to Kansas City.
In lieu of an expensive employee Christmas party this year, the company instead asked employees to volunteer time from a workday (and still paid us for that volunteer time) to help one of several KC-area organizations who needed help.
Today I got to be part of something amazing: serving up a very appetizing, hot, expertly-prepared lunch for approximately 400 hungry people who stood in a very long line at Grace and Holy Trinity Cathedral (13th and Broadway) for the Kansas City Community Kitchen. Every weekday, the line is long and the food is hot — no questions asked, if you’re there to eat, you’ll have a good hot meal. Red tickets are handed out to each person who takes the time to show up, and they’re collected at the (non-cashier) end of the line.

A few hundred hungry people getting a great lunch.
Food is served by volunteers from a very efficient, industrial kitchen. We wore hair nets, aprons, and food-service gloves. Special attention is paid to every item, and every “section on the lunch tray” is filled with something good. When we ran out of potato salad, there was coleslaw; a giant stainless-steel dish full of grapes gave way to nectarines when it emptied out. As for me? I put a delicious-looking slice of fresh French bread topped with a schmear of butter on every tray as it passed my way. Matt, to my right, dropped one dessert from a tray of many — asking each person who came through the line how they were doing, and would they like a cookie or a poppyseed muffin or…? The mood is upbeat, the stereo was blaring Earth, Wind and Fire from the kitchen, and everyone in the room…for even a few minutes…felt like they were gathered there for this one awesome lunch.
I was amazed at the faces I saw come through that Monday lunch line — withered seniors, harried mothers, big burly men — young and old — and lots of toothless grins. The smiling ones were happy to have a delicious meal prepared for them by caring people; the grumpy ones probably hadn’t eaten much over the weekend. One man was on his way to a job interview — he got his lunch “to go” because he couldn’t stay and eat there.
In the time we were there, the chef estimated we fed 300+ people; the line of folks coming in from outside — tickets in hand — kept right on coming as we seamlessly switched to another shift of employees who took the reins for the next hour.
This was a real eye-opener for me. From the minute we walked in, we were given clear direction as volunteers; we knew exactly what to do, and everyone scurried around us to keep the fresh food coming. From the president of the company who dished up pasta and sausage on the far left, to the director of new business development who collected sporks/cups/napkins into one cohesive package all the way to my right (and a few of us in between!), we were a formidable team. A few hundred people had a great lunch today. It turned out to be a beautiful day anyway, with 60 degree weather and a Chiefs upset victory yesterday — made even better by the efforts of a whole lot of cooks, dishwashers, and organizers who kept the conversation and the steamed vegetables flowing the entire time.
If you’re ever looking for a great project to take on during your lunch hour, contact Episcopal Community Services. Having just one person look you in the eye, smile a toothless smile, and say, “thank you for volunteering today — I really appreciate it,” can really make your day. You should give it a try.





