… but wimps with a better chance of being published.
So, a funny thing happened on the way to CHI. Turns out, the work-in-progress I had on the shelf for two month, the same one I casually pecked at over the break, the same exact one on which I worked this weekend … it was due last Friday. Bummer. Understatement. I’ll recover by pretending you, gentle reader, are the review committee and as it turns out the deadline is RIGHT NOW. Submitted: Visual Gestalt in Campaign Web Sites. (Whew.)
Despondent, I almost didn’t make the effort to finish the submission for the Doctoral Consortium. That was the main focus for me all fall, although you wouldn’t have known it by watching me procrastinate. I hemmed when other work piled up and hawed when I had the flu. Each time, I kept coming back to the fact that (a) it’s free to enter, and (b) there’s a free-ish trip to California in April if I get lucky. I also liked the idea of taking one of my various ideas and making it more tangible. That’s what got me back on track today — that, and a stunning letter of recommendation from Eli.
It took the full day, working an hour at a time, but I managed to submit something at 7:58p, a good two minutes before another deadline passed. My reward for today’s effort — greatly facilitated by Amy, who took care of my extended family today while I camped out in front of the laptop — is reading five articles by tomorrow morning for a seminar class.
It’s nothing $1200 wouldn’t cure, I’m sure. (Hey, I’ve got a 12 in 345 chance, at least.)