When I was invited to hang out with Biz Stone at the National Auditorium said, Sure! Or you would have said no? Eggs nel saying that because lying shamelessly.
As my jeiterrrs (because they are best known my life) and some readers know, my experience in public speaking has not been very good to say. Click , click , besides other penalty that I have not posted (although I enjoyed this and it worked). This time I thought it would be different, because after months of speaking in front of the camera I thought: Oh it is the same.
But I came and told me Matuk : No ps is not equal. And fear gripped me.
The fact that the matter was not rocket science. But yeah. Was Biz to throw questions that I had already fed pensaditas and why I came via Twitter (thanks!). The trouble is that I would not speak Inglés versus 10 thousand people, and he handles the English, had to use tons and be a simultaneous translator quitarponiéndoselo suitcheando ear and mentally from one language to another. Well. Even with that, I think I did well my questions and he respodió things funny and eloquent and well, and I would love to interact and be like a chat, but the time was minimal and the language desmadrito of the head would have exploded to the translators and then me and him happened and we ran out Twitter and pa what we want. But well well despite that.
And then came the questions from the public and earned all mothers. Enjoy myself rather than recorded on a card, they projected on the screen behind me. And then: myopia. Bracket
ago posti time I had already bought my lenses. For weeks after my mom said: Oh, you look prettier without glasses. And there goes your enormísima Platelet vanity to say: Oh, because I no longer use. And then I lived for almost a year shortsighted. End of parenthesis. Total
that the questions were a few meters from me, but in huge letters that were out of focus at that distance and they were also white on a light background. GOOD. To say that the first question I had not even made out in front as such I only saw spots and thought they were cartoons. GOOD. When I realized that it was the question, it was too late: the audience was eating me alive.
I started to joke about my myopia and swore me to concentrate on the next. I said "yes I read it the first." But no. Still did not see anything, and as our jeep was sloooow leeeento read as a child of my primary desos hairy tabicón just do not give a well of "a. .. qqq ... é ... u. .. n. .." and so on. "What we bear." By then the audience whistled me, but I I could not really see anything, desperate! Fortunately
were only three. We left, Biz jumped on a piece of scenery and broke it. Jiji.
UF.
All this compared to 10 thousand people.
UF.
Well, ps and. On Saturday I will be calmer in Digital Village, again with Matuk of and Nerdcore and Isopixel and Bilbeny and ps the band gooooooei talk pa rather than conferenciarrrr, and there without a public language geek and also the head honcho very day the season finale.
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