Holy Cow, there is a Father Christmas after all. No sooner have I complained on my blog that I don’t have a camera to take pics of TED, than a brand new 8.1 Megapixel Kodak camera appears in my hotel room!
Of course, I don’t know how to use it yet (properly) but here are a few early attempts.
The band on stage—left to right, Mark Stweart, Rachelle Garniez, Rufus Cappacocia and yours truly.
The lovely Vusi Mahlesela from South Africa. Incredible voice, and a kind soul.
Me, Rufus, Rachelle, Mark. For the last session of Thursday there was no music. It was the TED Prize session. This is always heavily in demand with a long line of people waiting outside on standby. But I felt the band were entitled to skip the line so I snuck them in and we sat in the middle and enjoyed the show.
Here’s David Hoffman, who courageously got up on stage and told the TED audience the story of his studio fire. His wife Heidi has been photographing fragments of burned artifacts in the rubble of their home, and he projected some photos. I was collapsed in a bean-bag in the Simulcast Lounge, all choked up. David is putting a brave face on it.