Ah, conventions. You know the drill. You arrive, check in to your hotel, head to the opening reception, and stand around sipping bad chardonnay and wait desperately for someone to come talk to you. Maybe you’re lucky; you came with a friend or professional acquaintance from your city, so you stand with that person as you nibble dubious shrimp cocktail. But everyone else just looks like they somehow belong; you can just tell they’ve been coming to the conference for a decade or more and are meeting old friends. And so, after another woeful canape, you head back to your hotel room for some shut-eye before the sessions begin. You’re just hopeful that you’ll glean something from the next three days of drudgery; something that you can add to your resume under the “Professional Development” category. But let’s be honest–aren’t there a million other things you could be doing right now.
That is not at all what Americans for the Arts does at their Annual Convention. As an attendee of many national conventions, I was, quite frankly, blown away by my first Americans for the Arts convention. Read the rest of this entry »
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