Coming down

Tired and a little anti-climactic for being at the airport, waiting for a long time for my plane, while everyone else is off eating & chatting together, continuing the session from earlier at some Australian place in Rembrandtplein.

A very good afternoon for me – the session was the Knowledge Board sponsored session on Personal Knowledge Management led very smoothly by Ton and featuring teasers from Lillia, Ton, Martin, Piers, Heiko, yrs truly and Florian. I introduced the subject of emotional response to KM & PKM, in particular the issue of fear for all knowledge workers. The wiki on which Ton, Lillia & Piers planned the session will also be used for recording results and I will probably go there to describe in detail the conversation that we had as a result, but the big things for me were a clearer understanding of what I’m talking about when I say PKM and reassurance that this is a subject that’s been ignored because it’s hard rather than it being irrelevant. To summarise what was said about fear: we recognised that it’s part of everyone; that part of being a good manager is about helping your people deal with emotional issues; that a solution lay in giving people something to believe in, something to be inspired by, because, as eny fule no wot has red enything by Carole Caplin, faith is the opposite of fear.

New people for me to e-mail & stay in touch with:
and others drifting in and out of short-term memory.

KM Europe day 2

This morning to a presentation on Rewerse (semantic stuff including a tool to do smart screen scraping – not sure about this, will blog later).

Then a warm and dull hour with Factiva on taxonomy yawn – had a mad dash to find some food that I could eat – everything here was bread and cheese.

Now dashing into the Knowledge Board workshop

Good Morning Amsterdam

Managed to get a connection in my hotel room via senc.

Lovely dinner last night at Restaurant Tibet with KMEuropers Piers, Sari, Heiko, Martin, Magdalena, Lillia, Herwig, Peter, Patricia, Roberta, Gabriela & Ed… did I miss anyone out, I’m sure we commented on having 13 for dinner?

Conversations about Tibet, metasearch – there seems to be nothing but search search & metasearch in the exhibition hall here – including bookmarking, crazy careers, languages – ancient greek, latin, french, hebrew etc – while a heated conversation was going on to my left in German “es gibt kein TangibleOutcomes!” of which the end, we were relieved to hear was agreement that there was no problem.

Dinner followed by a walk around some back streets where I could feel a faint red glow in my peripheral vision, but during which I kept my eyes firmly on the path in front of me and carefully examining the canal water with only the occasional glimpse of UV-lit underwear and naked flesh – honest – Piers, Sari and I all managed to resist the chap who muttered “cokecstaseee” as he passed.

I’m mostly just amazed at how much English is spoken here – not just by the drunken scousers stumbling by the canal, but by all and it seems quite willingly, not omigodanotherbunchofbrits as in some parts of Europe – I like to believe that they know how excruciatingly embarrassed we are not to be able to speak or understand their language and are being very nice.

Now to check out and get off to the conference centre.