A few weeks ago I was trapped in off-site hell: a two-day series of meetings consisting mostly of PowerPoint presentations.
I'm continually shocked at how bad most of these are. The notion that a series of slides depicting texted bullet points presented in a dimly lit, oxygen-deprived conference room can enhance delivery of a complex message is truly ludicrous. And yet the tradition plods on.
One of the most cogent communicators I ever met was a shirtless 12-year-old ...