how to keep your sanity at BlogHer
I’m gearing up to head to BlogHer this weekend. This will be my 3rd time going, and it’s in New York again so I am looking forward to the conference as well as a couple days of geeking out to Broadway shows. Mark will be joining me on Saturday for what we’ve dubbed our Epic NYC Date Night Weekend. Our last time together in New York was two years ago when we were on The View. That time, we had about 24 hours in the city and stayed out all night visiting places we . . .
this week in iphone photos: blogher edition
This past week was BlogHer, so before I left I had a little mani-pedi session with India, in a joint effort to both make my feet presentable and assuage my guilt for leaving for the weekend. After learning that hotel parking was $26 a night, I decided to take the train down to San Diego. It ended up being really relaxing, and I had a chance to chat with Ciaran and assemble some of my marketing materials for the conference. (I stole this photo from her page.) This would have been a . . .
that’s what she said (Blogher edition)
Alright, one last Blogher recap. I know, I know. Last year I remember people talking and talking about the Blogher conference and wishing they would move on already, and here I am blathering on about it for three posts . But I suppose that for many of us, who spend our days in a groundhog's day existence of diapers, swiffering and playdates, that a few days in New York City is a whole lot of excitement and grist for the blogging mill. On Friday, the . . .
party planes, puke fests, and fondue feuds (blogher days 1 & 2)
In my life, I’ve had a couple variations of recurring stress dreams. One involves me being unable to find something right before a big event (it’s my wedding day and I can’t find a hairdryer, it’s time for prom and I can’t find my dress, etc). Another recurring dream involves me finding out that I am failing a class (in college I took an anthropology class where you could skip the final if you got 100% on the midterm. I did, and then I skipped that the class for the rest of the semester. My . . .
homeward bound (re-entry from the blogher alternate universe)
I've been on several mission trips in my life, and typically the last day is devotd to a process called "re-entry" - where participants some time debriefing in preparation for acclimation back into real life. On a mission trip, time is usually spent discussing how one might react to the newfound awarenss of the excesses and privilege in their first-world life. One might be warned of the culture shock they may experience, the discomfort they may feel returning their current . . .
the pre-blogher post
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The first rule about blogging is, you don't blog about blogging. However, it is Blogher season. Have you ever been in a conversation where someone assumes that you are as into something as they are? Perhaps it's Lord of the Rings. You acknowledge having seen the movie and enjoyed it, and suddenly you find yourself in the middle of an awkward, hour-long conversation where that someone goes on and on about details that you could . . .