These were the notes I presented inside the Vagobond Magazine discord. They aren’t complete by any means, I simply wanted to share what NFT-NYC has been like for those who are curious and not here. To be fair, I think a conference like this is different for every attendee. In a way it’s like minting a 10k pfp collection as no two holders get the same asset or experience. I think the experience of the majority of my friends and colleagues was a very different experience from my own.
April 10th: Doing a red eye from Honolulu to NYC tonight. The time change is a real asshole kicker and it’s a long flight to begin with. Late afternoon departure and early morning arrival. Flight is around 10 hours but my native anxiety always gets me to the airport three hours early. Still, I like the timing of this one. Woke up, did some writing and work, cleaned my apartment, went to the beach, got s burger for lunch at Diamond Head Grill, ate while looking out at the surf, did a little reading and then to the airport where i have plenty of time to not stress about security etc and can drink a relaxed beer and write this. Feels pretty good.
April 12th: The first day of NFT-NYC was just for registration and the VIP/speaker dinner. Pretty cool. Not actually a dinner but drinks with pupu (tasty snacks). The highlight was connecting with Rionna Morgan, Vagobond Magazine’s senior editor. This was the first time we’ve met IRL and once again it was nice to be reminded that IRL friendships easily translate from virtual frenships. Same was true with meeting Carsten from Creatokia, Greg Younger (the write3 guy), and also nice to see my friend (cohost of the Web3 Writer’s Hour) Edward Carpenter again. We all hui’d up and ended up going to Times Square to see our faces on the big screens there! Wild! Mine was there somewhere but I didn’t have the patience to stand and watch for long enough… Today is when the actual conference begins. The really odd part of it all was being in a huge room with 1000+ people and knowing that we are probably mostly 1 degree of seperation from each other and most likely know each other – but not recognizing faces because of avatars…they should have put avatars on the badges, I think.
April 13th: Today was a good day. The hard part for me is the time change. I woke up at 8 am after having forced myself to stay awake until midnight the night before, but my body wasn’t convinced it wasn’t 2 am (the time it was in Honolulu). My mind was in the bizarre state that we can often find ourselves in when we wake up at 2am for some reason and don’t go back to sleep – but everyone else seemed pretty well adjusted to the time – which made it a bit wierd. I felt like the guy on mushrooms at the straight lace party. I had decided it would make more sense to take the ferry to mid-town instead of an Uber, but then I missed the ferry I had intended and had to wait thirty minutes for the next – so I ended up missing the first two sessions I’d intended to see. Not to worry though, there were still far too many sessions that I wanted to see that overlapped with other sessions I wanted to see – and the networking and interacting – it’s all just too much to pack into a few days. Here is how I wish it was all structured – Day 1- speed dating networking events so that as many participants could meet as many participants as possible. Day 2-7 the sessions with one day devoted to each stage/category Days 8-10 More networking events. Additionally, there are too many off site events to be able to effectively schedule – the FOMO at NFT-NYC is real. I mean, seriously – at one point I had to go find a quiet corner and sit breathing for 10 minutes just to balance myself. As for our panel, it was well attended and met with so much enthusiasm by the attendees that it defied belief. I felt so honored to be a part of it. Even before all the sessions were through, there were off site events happening and our friends Edward Carpenter and Katie Dozier had set up a NFT poetry reading in the attic of an off-broadway theater – I’d already RSVP’d for several other events – but this was ohana and there was no way I couldn’t go. Not far away from there was the LIT afterparty and that made the most sense. I didn’t eat breakfast, rushed half a small salad (and a banana) for lunch, and was exhausted from carrying my backpack around all day – so, well before the pumpkin turning hour, I uber’d back to the financial district with Rionna and called it a night after grabbing a beer and a sandwich with her and her husband. I met so many amzingly cool people today – artists, writers, poets, rock stars, developers – the list goes on and on. I hope I can remember it all to keep track properly – but for now – I’m about to turn into a pumpkin if I don’t get some sleep.