So. Show of hands: Who's going to BlogHer this weekend?
I'm disappointed to say I won't be, but not because of anything approaching a bad experience. Believe the BlogHerbole: it's truly a blast. It's gotten much huger than my first one in 2006, but frankly, it would be hard to top last year's Community Keynote and book signing and Haus party and and andandand. And besides, as part of our incredibly Byzantine divorce negotiations*, Moxie is going instead. Whereas I get to supervise the boys as they use their new sand spades to move the entire New England coastline two feet to the left.
* Kidding. I've been to two of these things now, and interloped at a couple of BlogHer Businesses. To be four up on her at this point seems a little out of whack.
If you're interested in re-living the magic, here's my brief baritonous bit from last year's keynote. And once it's over, you can peruse all the other speakers who came together, as Eden so writely wrote, to "kick 10,000 pounds of ass":
I'm still very proud to have taken part in it, to have been backstage for all the laughter, the sniffles, and nervous gulps of gin. And I'm prouder still to see that more men (who will be busily playing with their vaginas) will be speaking this year. There's even a men's panel! (Be sure to observe proper protocol and sip your drink every time you hear "fart," "wiener," or "Heywood Jablome.")
If you're fortunate enough to go, the best way to enjoy yourself is not to assume you'll see everything and meet everybody. You won't. But you can still take things an hour at a time, scarf CheeseburgHers, summon the Fail Whale, amass crapswag for your kids--and meet a whole lot of very interesting, wordnerdy people who are working just as hard to navigate the BlogHerati (and adjust their Spanx) as you are.
Have a great time, and put up lots of posts and tweets and yfrogs and vimeos and bloggerdramas for me to peruse afterward--assuming the boys remember where they buried me.
