Weapons of Mass Creation
This past weekend I went to Cleveland for a, uh, design conference. Well, okay, so “design conference” is like just easiest way to think of it and yes there were quite a few designers at WMC. I’m not by any means a designer but lord knows I’m friends with lots of ‘em. So after seeing all the fun online that people had last year I decided to go. The conference’s early bird pricing for the three day pass definitely made it more easy to justify. Though I’ve stopped at its train station many times over the past year for railpass, it had been a decade since I was last in Cleveland, and I was really interested to see how this city had evolved with the new urban migration of America.
Cleveland native, computerman, and honestly like my oldest friend John Proppe gave me a couch to crash on so this trip was impressively cost effective. But even if I had dropped money on a train ride out and an airbnb/hotel room, it would have been worth it. WMC was so amazingly inspiring, slightly because of the talks and evening events involving impossibly talented creatives, but also because of the conferences extremely progressive agenda with a panel on race and on gender. Judging by the rad conversations that happened afterwards, I was stoked to hear I wasn’t the only one who walked away from both panels feeling educated and inspired. Those much more experienced in the conference world also mentioned how impressed they were with the sincere attention to those very important issues.
Also, like, I know a lot of folks who went to the conference had a Cleveland experience that was based around the few blocks surrounding the venue and their hotels. I hate to say it, but y’all missed out. If this blog post or anyone else’s makes you interested in attending next year, do yourself a favor and bring a bicycle with you. The city has excellent bike infrastructure and there is so much new and old to explore in the city. If you like to get rad on bikes, there’s some great singletrack just a low-key pedal away.
It goes without saying, but I’ll be back next year. I hope you’ll join me.