The Beauty of the Bad Conference Presentation

A worthwhile pursuit caught in its heyday

A stack of papers, with a pen on top, sitting on the desk of an airplane seat

I don’t really go to academic conferences anymore. And, like many, my future in academia is uncertain. Back in my PhD wonder years, however, when Queen’s University (now apparently on the verge of bankruptcy) seemed happy to shell out $350 for me to read a quarter of a disserta…