Ever since the Internet started, there have been resisters -- lead pencil fanatics, handmade book militants, writers wildly clinging to their IBM Selectrics, all manner of frightened or angry people holding on to what they know and love. I'm happy to see growing evidence of these worlds coming together. I first saw it in the hipster PDA, a Luddite's answer to the Palm consisting of handwritten index cards held together with a binder clip. This wildly popular invention is an outgrowth of the success of David Allen's book "Getting Things Done", a time management bible that relies heavily on paper folders and files.
Today I found a hilarious example -- aaah! the ongoing entertainment value of people triumphing over machines.

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CBC must have known I wouldn't catch the new Doctor Who because they're running it again and this time I got the first one at least. Very a propos to watch this homage to what I did many years ago with my kids, every Saturday night on TVOntario. A propos because earlier today I excavated the crawlspace in my house, finding lots of treasures from early times. Even though I've been in this house only 11 years, I found things I had moved from my previous life. Things I still can't let go of. Well, maybe I'll never let go of the things that make me smile. Like Easter grass -- I can still see the quizzical look on Noel's face when he encountered the bucket of Easter grass when I moved.

I should say a word or two about fathers, since this is their special day. I was lucky enough to have a father AND a stepfather. Recently, I had the privilege of meeting my half-sister, Yvonne. My biological father had a family after he left my mother, my sister and I. Last month, my sister and I met Yvonne, thanks to the intervention of Yvonne's stepsister, Kyonghi. We talked for hours, all eager for the information, the memories, owned by each other. Yvonne told us about our father, some stories that helped us understand this person we had ceased to know when we were very young. The essential thing I learned? That we are all real people, borne of real people, and that the most important lesson is humility -- and forgiveness,

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Here's a quote that I really like:
"Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice…Remembering you are going to die is the best way to avoid the fear that you have something to lose." Steve Jobs (at Stanford University's commencement)
It's not as morbid as it sounds at first. It is very much to the point of things. Fear is always the great reducer; it devalues, diminishes, reduces energy in lots of ways. I would rather have a good appreciation of humility than be guided by fear.

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My Sunday sessions at the EAC conference started with David Friend of Thomson Nelson tackling the question of prescriptive versus descriptive approaches to dictionary making. What sounds like a pretty dry session was quite the contrary -- interesting and thought-provoking. That's what you like to find at a conference, some challenge to ideas you thought were pretty solid.
Next up was Unmasking Grammatical Hobgoblins, which I chose because Warren Clements was on the panel. If only he had been allowed to say more!
Lunch was, well, just ghastly. Reheated spaghetti with nondescript sauce served in the steamy venue of Friday's reception -- the worst incarnation of university cafeteria food I've encountered in a long time.
I stuck it out for the final session, Editorial Training for the 21st Century, featuring a panel apparently put together with a nod to irony. All panelists were well spoken and good representatives of their field, but all four were focused on book publishing. As audience members were quick to point out, book publishing in Canada is in decline and the only growth areas for editing graduates of any description will be anywhere but the book business. When will we lose this infatuation with the idea that editing literature is the only "real" editing, the only kind worth doing?
On balance, I'm glad I went to the conference, but there will have to be more relevant sessions for me at the next one, especially as it requires a cross-country flight. And yes, I will try to put this on the evaluation form.

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Toronto continued to sizzle today but we kept cool for the most part for the day's EAC conference sessions. The highlight without question was Margaret Mahan's delightfully witty keynote on the Chicago Manual of Style. As the main editor of the 15th edition, she had lots of inside secrets to share -- who knew there was so much personality influencing the choices made for each edition? She even had a replica of the 1906 version to show us. And yes, she acknowledged the 12th had the best section on hyphenation (see yesterday's quiz). I've always been a fan of CMOS, but now I'm a fan of all those who labour to produce it, quirks and all, thanks to Margaret's enthusiasm.
Next up for me was Beatrice Baker's presentation on style guides, an excellent exploration of how to approach a client and sell this as a profit item, especially when other editing work is hard to come by. After lunch, Sally McBeth's session on plain language was completely full, so jammed in fact that there were many people without a handout. This isn't always a tragedy for conference sessions, but it was in this case because Sally wanted us to refer to the handout during her presentation. Furthermore, she had about a dozen items to pass around the room, but they went every which way and I only saw two.
The AGM followed eventually, continuing until after 6 pm. It was well organized and without bloodshed.
For dinner we trekked south by car, transit and on foot to the venue for the banquet, a trendy looking restaurant with bad acoustics. The meal was very fine, but the conversation was the main reason I'm glad I was there. Oh yeah, and the ladies' room. Olive described it as post-modern Italianate.

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The EAC conference got off to a sweaty start this evening with a reception in one of the older buildings of Victoria College. Lots of architectural ambience but no air conditioning. Still, nobody hesitated to add to the hot air; the buzz of conversation was continuous, punctuated occasionally with raucous laughter. I was told that the pre-conference session this afternoon led by Rosemary Shipton was a sellout, as expected, with lots of intelligent questions. My informant for last night's pub dinner was politely complimentary (I swear she stifled a yawn), but provided no details.
Just in case you think editors don't get up to much, or that your correspondent is too much of a snob for gossip, here's a quiz for you.
1. What Toronto editor was lamenting the fact that she had to miss Coronation Street for tonight's chatfest?
2. Who heads straight for the goat curry place when she's in town, ever since she moved to the land of white bread and red wine?
3. Who goes directly to CMOS 12 for hyphenation advice and was brazen enough to say so to the editor of CMOS 15?
More tomorrow.

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I hope to contrast the deafening silence here with several posts in the next few days from the Editors' Association of Canada (EAC) conference, beginning tomorrow evening. I asked if there was wireless access from the venue, Victoria College at University of Toronto, and was assured that it was available, but later discovered I actually have to be booked into residence overnight to get it. So I'll be cruising the neighbourhood looking for hotspots or, worst case, posting when I get back in the evening.
This will be my first EAC conference in many, many years -- I've been lazy, or busy, or indifferent -- never mind, this time I signed up with enthusiasm. My editing career has been the foundation of my information design career and I continue to find the company and conversation of other editors enriching or at least comforting. Yes, even those who wax poetic about cat names or rant at length about typos in the Globe -- these are my people.

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