I dreamt that I was at a large IOCA event and was burying all of the board games around the hill/stairs to the site and covering them with snow. This after spending a very long time trying to create a xylophone with magnets (because the one that the band was using, from a Costa Rican tourist shop, was terrible) and failing. Next everyone sat on the steps for a Berkman conference. I came up with a fully formed and cogent argument for why Facebook is an evil spammer, and was arguing loudly with Yoni about it when I got in trouble for disrupting the introduction of the newest Berkman fellow, an old woman from Africa who was frail and could not speak English. A couple other things happened and then I woke up. My thoughts on Facebook didn’t entirely make sense, so I won’t repeat them here, but I mentioned Eben Moglen’s “stuff about ownership of data” several times.
So that was weird.