tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10781944.post7100265504149783001..comments2024-03-28T00:36:36.460-07:00Comments on The Tree of Life: See Evolgen for a field guide to seminar audiencesJonathan Eisenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07953790938128734305noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10781944.post-13021305797764378532008-02-26T09:56:00.000-08:002008-02-26T09:56:00.000-08:00Very funny post. I'm a nodder: my teenage daughte...Very funny post. I'm a nodder: my teenage daughter once told me that I look like one of those drinking birds because I nod so much. (We were listening to college reps talk about the admission process.) I do disagree with the author's reasoning about why I nod:<BR/><BR/>"The nodder: This guy affirms every part of the talk with a nod. The background information -- he gets it. The data -- he gets it. The conclusions drawn from arm waving and rampant speculation -- he gets it. In reality, he's just trying to show off how smart he thinks he is. With every nod, he's saying, "Look at how smart I am. I understand all this stuff. Do you? I bet you don't." At the end of the talk, I'd like to make sure he gets it. And by "it" I mean my fist. And by "get" I mean square between the eyes."<BR/><BR/>My nodding is more of a mommy thing, I nod to encourage the speaker that some one is listening to them and is getting what they say (a type of visual feedback). I don’t nod if I’m totally lost or if I think the seminar is crap. Now that I know I'm irritating my colleagues, as well as my daughter, I’ll try to cut back on the nods.Eileen Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13759081277635057912noreply@blogger.com