Manila workshop: Day three
DAY THREE - TUESDAY
I didn’t get that last entry posted until much later in the day than I had hoped.
I worked in my room nearly all day, rewriting, tweaking and so on. I tend to overprepare for my sessions. The more nervous I am, the more I rework things. I think I set a new record this trip.
As advertised, the sunset was gorgeous:
I was invited to a formal reception tonight, but I brought only one change of nice clothes, which I’m saving for another formal dinner Wednesday. So I ate dinner alone in one of the restaurants here in the hotel.
This evening, Tonia Cowan of the Toronto Post arrived. We chatted a bit on the phone and then met Peter in the lobby for a drink. Kris doesn’t get in until much later.
The best news of the afternoon: The pain in my foot has completely gone away. I’ll be curious to see how it feels tomorrow morning.
DAY FOUR - WEDNESDAY
I stayed up way too late last night running through my talks. No matter how many times I go through them, I still feel unprepared. Only a few hours to go now, so we’ll see.
There are actually two visual journalism workshops this week. Wednesday is infographics and Friday is design. Thursday, we’ll start out with parallel classes and then gravitate to joint sessions.
The plan is to meet downstairs this morning at 8:30. At 9 a.m., Peter will call us to order. After a short introduction, Peter will turn the podium over to me. I’ll kick us off with a short presentation on the proactive graphics department.
Peter then speaks about graphics architecture and Kris Viesselman hits illustration techniques. Then, we do lunch.
After the break, it’s my turn. I do an hour on infographics, take a coffee break and then come back with 45 minutes on how small papers can do big-impact graphics. We’ll end the day with some sort of roundtable discussion.
I slept pretty good Monday night, but I got only about three good hours last night. I don’t think it was the time change. I’m just nervous.
We’re not quite sure how many people to expect today.
As soon as I finish typing this, I’ll run downstairs for a quick bite, hit the business center so I can print out my cheat sheets — tiny lists of all my slides that I use to prod my memory — and then perhaps find a place where I can discretely have a panic attack.
