What is Bettakultcha?
Bettakultcha is a night of presentations by passionate people about things they love, hate, find interesting, or just want to vent. There’s no censorship, rehearsals, or reruns. Every speaker must meet our three rules – 20 slides – 15 seconds each slide – NO SALES PITCHES.
We’re totally independent and self funded, we don’t have any grants, sponsorship or investors which means that we’re an open forum for ideas, inventiveness and fun.
Somehow we’ve been wowing audiences for over 8 years, even though it’s still hard to explain what Bettakultcha is. So, in true BK style we’re worked up a quick guide.
The crowd in the hall was at least 200 strong, mainly young people in their twenties. A super-hero costumed DJ on the stage was providing the deafening rock music as we waited for the event to begin. Finally, the theme music from Rocky announced the entrance of the MC and his entourage. The scene was straight out of Madison Square Gardens for a heavyweight bout of some kind – security guards in dark suits flanked the MC who was wearing dark glasses that doubled as a matrix sign scrolling various ‘Tech Off’ messages. This was nothing like any tech event I’d ever attended. Earlier that day I’d been contacted by Royd Brayshay, a friend of mine who texted me a link directing me to some event details. He asked if I wanted to go as he was intending to be there. The promotional copy suggested it was a wrestling contest interspersed with tech talks. It all sounded bizarre but I thought if it has talks in it, I’d go. Once at the event I discovered there was no actual wrestling, just the hype surrounding wrestling – capes, costumes, prize-fighting belts and over-the-top MCs. Judging by the effort put into the show the sponsors had clearly allocated a ton of money for it. The outlandish MC (@BeyonceOfTech) and his crew cruised past me and sailed onto the stage. Once he had the microphone the MC harangued the crowd for their lifeless response to his appearance and baited them into becoming a vocal mob. After ten minutes of vocal pistol-whipping the crowd bayed at the required ear-splitting volume. It was then... read more