So I survived the cotton conference. My PhD project is funded by the Cotton CRC which means I have to go and present my work at cotton CRC conferences. I was worried. This is what your average cotton farmer looks like. I thought that my work was meandering off into some territory that I wasn't sure the Cotton growers of NSW would appreciate (ie. I kind of want them to stop clearing Coolibah woodlands). I was planning on maybe making my work a little more acceptable by, well, fibbing. Then I just threw caution to the wind and busted out my data with no apologies. To my surprise, people loved it. Granted, I used cutesy cartoons and made lots of jokes so it was impossible for anyone to hate me. But they didn't just not hate me, they didn't just tolerate me, they really wanted to marry me and my data. So I suppose I have to admit that I was wrong about the cotton CRC. Turns out, they do encourage independent research.
Another thing I was dreading was conference food. Being vegan is hard at conferences. They think all we eat is salad and fruit. Here's some news, I basically hate salad and fruit. Unless the fruit is berries or unless the salad has some beans and avocado in it. So going to a conference in a rural town where everyone eats meat all of the time, I assumed it would be green salad and oranges for me. I WAS WRONG. There was heaps of good food for me. Stir fries in a box for lunch. Tofu and mushrooms and roast potato and pumpkin and vegie sausages and vegie burgers. They had it all. No yucky vegetable stacks. So, it was no Green gourmet vegan yum cha, but it was pretty good.
Okay, so I WAS WRONG. First about the vampire craze, and now THIS! Have I been wrong about anything else? Maybe Jesus did rise from the dead. Nah.
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