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Day 2: September Summit, 2015

Waking up was easier this morning. As easy as 0615 tends to be.


I got downstairs around 0715, ate, and wandered to the office to start the morning and catch up on my personal notes of yesterday.


Today, there was a lot of sessions and we found ourselves often running over. Having more people in the room changes the dynamics of talking. The participation is greater and that shows in trying to give everyone speaking time. I found the little things session interesting because I've worked with CCP devs and the little things they are doing now. I send people to Karkur's threads. When I was building my binder, I realized that many things had been resolved since the start of CSM9. So much of my list is not little when it comes to development time or design time. That was one thing I tried to help get defined in the little things talk. What is a little thing.

Lunch was cold sandwiches and then back for meetings. We ran over again, and again, and a bit more. My Uniformity and Individuality section got over run a bit but I was able to lay out the core idea of it. I talked more today. I took notes. I'm also very tired and starting to feel it.

Two more days to go. Afterwards we went to the favorite hangout spot and pretty much continued our sessions until almost midnight. It was not an evening of getting drunk and partying. We discussed several things and I have at least one new game plan that I am starting to develop as part of some new goals. We spent a lot of time with CCP Seagull as well who also came down with us to powwow longer.

Eventually, hunger drove me out at 2330. The place I was hoping to get food was closed. I settled for the sandwich place that is beside the hotel. It is not Nonnies. I don't care for Nonnies. No matter how much people worship it I don't care for it. So, I'm eating for the first time since lunch now as I type this. Then, I'm going to crawl into bed and hopefully get almost six hours of sleep. I'm going to have to do minutes in the morning or something.


Today was kind of emotional and not in a bad way. A lot of things were said. I feel a bit better in some ways and a bit more focused in others. The first round of minutes are also out. I know people want them immediately and all that comes with it. I don't care for the rushed version and I don't see myself developing a taste for it. It is what it is. I've been told its for the best. The minutes, I have decided both excite and depress me. I love sharing but it never seems to be quite enough nor bring the pleasure I hope that it will.

But that is another topic to ponder. For now, bed.

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  1. Most EVE junkies just want to get the gist of what was discussed, who brought up what, and this format seems to be delivering that (minus NDA sections.)

    Thanks for taking this extra time, to write about your Iceland experience!

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  2. Thank you for all you do for us. < Such a small repayment for your time, energy and patience but said with all the emotional and mental force a dedicated EVE player can.

    Sly

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