The show seems a little mellower today. But it may pick up in the afternoon. Just chatted with Mr. Shellen himself from shellen.com.
Here are some pictures from today's activity. I'm used to sitting in the Pyra basement coding all day, so it's quite a different experience to go out into the bright world and talk to people. It's fun to talk about Blogger though, and people seem interested. It's a little tough to start from ground zero when people haven't heard of weblogs. With all of the attention to the form lately, it's easy to forget that there is still weblog evangelizing to be done. We didn't have to evangelize the format to weblog writer Carol. Ev and I had a nice conversation with her about the lack of personal/independent content/tools represented at the show.
greetings from the floor of Web2000! I can't believe we have a booth. We're situated in the wireless pavilion next to Immersion and Capslock. We're still getting set up...we plan on adding a webcam and some digital pictures to something somewhere today. ;) Ev spoke on a panel this morning about online communities. So much activity, it's fun!
watching people walk by my window today, some have Halloween costumes. Some don't. I can't always tell who is dressing up and who isn't.
This whole daylight savings time thing is throwing me off. I find myself wide awake at 6:30, trying to do math. The groggy internal dialogue goes something like this: now is it really 5:30 or 7:30? should I be more tired than I am? why am I awake if it's really 5:30? it must be 7:30. should I sleep for a while to try to acclimate to this time? should I just get up? Then I lay around, awake. Not being productive at waking life. Not being productive at sleeping. In a hazy purgatory of hours rolling forward and backward.
Here's a timely poem I read this morning by Gary Snyder:
The Politicians
Running around here & there
stirring up trouble and bothering people
a bunch of lushes –
fern leaves and cloud:
the world was so chilly and dark –
Before long that sort
will up and rot all by themselves
and be washed away by the rain
and afterwards, only green fern.
And when humanity is laid out like coal
somewhere some earnest geologist
will note them in his notebook.
- Gary Snyder from The Back Country
that krazy kat keats was kuoted kwipping: "The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing--to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts." I haven't decided if I agree.
it was time for another cat picture here.
What a depressing day. The rain seems to make the traffic more congested, the vehicles louder, and the chemical accidents more dangerous.