After the events that conspired during the day, the continuum of CINF presentations to which my attention was dedicated, the fitful moments of disgust over $8 sandwhiches in between presentations, amplified by the inability to wait in lines for physically destructive food, I was fortunate enough to be encouraged to partake in the social event that coupled with the evening the sacrement of free food and good company.
I do not think I have been to such a formal event before that night, that I can actually remember myself enjoying. The ambience of the like-minded triggers the dopamine response, and the addiction to the intellectual stimulation alters the chemistry of the brain to begin its fiending for future events - the precious fuel of stimulation. I stepped out of the room momentarily sometime during the commotion of chemistry related cacophony and linked my fingers to the computers just outside the door. I felt the urge of irony compell me to report my experiences in real time to my professional partner via the o2hu.com site that I had just gotten done presenting on eariler in the day, while others continued onward with talking in the traditional way, with food and wine at their disposal. I thought about telling someone, inviting them to come talk to my friend and partner just a few steps outside the door, if only for the sake of novelty and idealism. But I suspended this temptation in the end, prefering to keep this little secret to myself, that it would not be a moment forever lost, but a moment to be blogged about later on...
