>…you go to a major conference in your field and no longer care about whether people are looking at the affiliation on your name tag because you and they are too busy actually engaging each other in conversation.
… and you have no anxiety whatsoever in the book exhibit.
… and while there you talk to a big-shot about hir work, and ask if ze’s read such-and-such work obviously related to the project, and ze hasn’t. And you realize you know something ze doesn’t.
…and you ask a smart, useful, ‘big stakes’ question of another big-shot at hir panel…and then get invited to lunch afterwards, where the conversation continues with the panelists and others.
…a different big shot asks you to read hir work in progress.
…you hear yourself cited and quoted in *two* different papers (OK, granted, both speakers are friends…but still).
…you feel confident in turning down another big-shot’s dinner invitation because you have other plans.
…you give a paper and afterwards numerous people from the fully packed audience tell you that you’ve changed the way they understand the subject.
…you have a moment of raging envy when you find out you lost the big book prize in your field to someone who wins everything, but then you pick up hir book and realize, yeah, it’s pretty freakin’ impressive.
And that, my friends, was my Kalamazoo.
And in a related subject: you might be a blogger if…
…people know they know you but want to call you by your nom de blog.
…and your dogis mentioned in a paper. (Yeah, no kidding. Pippi got cited at her first K’zoo. Took me six of ’em to reach that stage.)