For all the last-minute remodeling and removal, for all the cleaning and refurb, the venue never entirely stopped smelling like guano and hydraulic oil and hot metal and sweat. By day three, some of us reported recurring dreams that echoed the sounds of industry, the empty voice of a hungry ghost, but, you know, really loud.
Happily, with the exception of the obvious, there were no arrests. Since the case of H. Pap Brown's takedown for JWB ("juicing while black") at the South Plant Smoothie Bar has become something of a cause célèbre, we'll not go into too much detail here, though we will use this as an opportunity to deny any and all culpability in any and all protests, rioting, looting, political actions and/or social movements that may or may not result.
You all have our sympathies, but it's also totally not our fault.
Please see, however, the Purewater University policy on intellectual property (PM 3.1.14) before trademarking any slogans, mottoes, or hashtags so derived.
Consider yourselves sympathetically warned.
As for Brown, he reports that he'll be expressing his solidarity as soon as the swelling goes down.
In terms of PR, this counts not only as a terrible reminder of the nation's continuing and institutionalized discrimination but also something of a coup. Conference attendees note that monographs, manifesti, analyses, and thinkpieces for Salon.com are already in the works regarding the incident.
Expect us to have forgotten about the whole thing by next year.