I gave a lunchtime presentation yesterday. It was the same event that my colleague got hammered at last week. Only this time practically the entire research group attended: about 35 people.
My presentation was about the potential future direction of my research. I had planned to talk about how I could incremental classify otherwise unmanageably large ontologies. However, I was barely past the first powerpoint slide when one professor started pointing out flaws in the formal language, logic and approach I was suggesting. I attempting to carry on, but as I went on, the audience of experts (Manchester is the world leader in automated reasoning/classification) pointed out more and more flaws and areas I had not yet though through sufficiently.
Very soon it didn??(TM)t matter what I said. No one was listening anymore. I had some genuinely good ideas, but by they were buried under the initial barrage.
I was surprised at the bloodlust with which I was set upon. My (wrong) assumption was that I could present my idea to a friendly group of fellow researchers to get useful feedback and advice. Instead, every tiny inconstancy and imprecise use of terminology was berated.
Advice from my supervisor (he couldn??(TM)t make it to my talk because he was out of the country at the time, but got emails expressing concerned from practically every researcher who was there): ??oeYou??(TM)re too far along in your career to get away with presenting half-baked ideas (though he said it was very good when I rehearsed the presentation with him the week before). Some of these people are so certain that they are right that they are very difficult to convince otherwise, even when they're wrong, which actually happens quite often??. I have to be super-rock-solid in knowing my stuff. Even with these so-called ??oefriends??.
My supervisor was supportive and impressed that I was not completely emotionally shattered by the experience. Note: I was certainly shattered, but chanting the Hare Krishna mantra the next morning drew all the emotion out of me and fixed my consciousness. My body is another (ongoing) story: more on that tomorrow.
I still think that my idea for incremental classification would work, but now it is probably best done in a different way by someone other than me. Also, now everyone in the department thinks I??(TM)m an idiot and don??(TM)t know what I??(TM)m talking about (and lots of people feel really sorry for me for being ripped apart so severely). So, I??(TM)m going to change the direction of my research away from the hard-core description logic to a more practical/maintenance focus.
Someone today asked me if the experience has put me off. It certainly has put me off logic. If becoming a logician turns people into a blood thirsty vampires, that??(TM)s not a career path of choice for me. I also prefer doing things which are of practically use. Formal logic can get rather theoretical.
So, in the end: my armour is cracked, my body is wounded, but I??(TM)m still alive. Time to regroup and fight a new battle on another day.