Sitting through academic conferences can be dire. Your teaching term has just ended. Your brain is tired. You have a hangover acquired in the name of community, a special exemption that entitles you to drink as much as you wanna. Basically, this is your annual vacation. Every speaker is saying the same things about nothing that you yourself say all the time, and they are using words so familiar and cliched that if you’re not careful you are likely to nod off. No, that just won’t do. What you need is hair of the dog, and a new way of hearing things, and this is why I am here to help.