ISMIR, the annual Music
 Information Retrieval conference is just a week away.  I'm really 
looking forward to it.  It is always a great learning experience, a
 super opportunity to meet lots of energetic, and very smart people that
 are passionate about music.  This year I'll be busy too. I'm 
presenting with Oscar a  music recommendation tutorial,
 two poster sessions (Thierry is doing all the hard work on one of 
them), and I am a chair for the session on recommendation.  This 
will be only my second time acting as a session chair.  At last 
year's ISMIR I learned about what my duties are as a session 
chair.  There are really just two things: make sure that the 
speakers end on time, and make sure that during the Q&A after a talk
 that if no one else asks a question that you ask one. Apparently, every
 speaker needs at least one question to feel fulfilled as a 
speaker.  Easy enough, end on time and ask a question if needed.
It
 was in my role as session chair that I had my worst ISMIR moment. 
 I was doing fine making sure that the speakers ended on time (even when
 we had to swap speakers around when one chap couldn't get his slides to
 appear on the projector).  However there was one speaker who gave a
 talk about a topic that I just didn't understand. I didn't grasp the 
goal of the research,  the methods, the conclusions or the 
applicability of the research.  All the way through the talk I was 
wracking my brains trying to eek out an appropriate, salient question 
about the research. A question that wouldn't mark me as the idiot that I
 clearly was. By the end of the talk I was regretting my decision to 
accept the position as session chair.  I could only pray that 
someone else would ask the required question and save me from 
humiliating myself and insulting the speaker.  The speaker 
concluded the talk,  I stood up and thanked the speaker, offered a 
silent prayer to the God of Curiosity and then asked the assembled for 
questions. Silence.  Long Silence. Really long silence. My worst 
nightmare. I was going to ask a question, but by this point I couldn't 
even remember what the talk was about. It was going to be a bad 
question, something like "Why do you find this topic interesting?" or 
"Isn't Victoria nice?".  Just microseconds before I uttered my 
feeble query, a hand went up,  I was saved. Someone asked a 
question.  I don't remember the question, I just remember the 
relief. My job as session chair was complete, every speaker had their 
question.
 This year, I think I'll be a bit more comfortable 
as a session chair.  I know the topic of the session quite well 
(recommendation), and I know the speakers too, but still, please don't 
be offended if I ask you "why do you find this topic interesting?"
 
 I've
 had my iPod for 2.5 years. Its a 4th generation, 40GB iPod.  It is
 just about filled with music and podcasts.  I use it all the time,
 probably more than any other device that I own (well, except for my 
laptop).  I use it more than my car, my TV and my phone.  Even
 after 2.5 years, the battery works just fine, I get about 8 hours on a 
charge, which gets me through the day.
I've
 had my iPod for 2.5 years. Its a 4th generation, 40GB iPod.  It is
 just about filled with music and podcasts.  I use it all the time,
 probably more than any other device that I own (well, except for my 
laptop).  I use it more than my car, my TV and my phone.  Even
 after 2.5 years, the battery works just fine, I get about 8 hours on a 
charge, which gets me through the day. 