What does a blogger do after Blogapalooza but blog it?
Coming from NJ, I got there at about eight. Most of them are politically oriented bloggers. Spoke with the unruled guy about his blog, my blog, and how writing changes when it’s semi-public.
Followed him to meet Ms McArdle to be introduced. She does look like an overgrown elf. Weevil on Cicero’s first Roscius case. Sasha and Megan on Twain. Weevil and Megan on AE Housman. Me and Bill (from some DC blog up to visit his parents in Queens) on Israel, Palestine, people who are conversation leaders?—or hijackers (name withheld)? Megan and Jim [I got confused earlier, as Max is Jim’s Jewish twin, so I can hardly be faulted, can I?] on the Coptic Church.
Pizza. Let me try a Simonides here: Ravenwolf, Blue Collar Blog (Nick...?), and unruled. Sasha, Prof. Weevil, myself. Ken and Jessica. Edie and Jim. Megan and Max. Frankenstein Paul, or was it the other way around?
Edie wouldn’t even smile at me as I left: was I too game with Roman Latkovi&cacut;, who accused Ken of bringing down the stock market? Megan tried to link the two through the LA Lakers, but—
Gotta learn how to do the blogroll/links thing.
Train: An obviously drunk woman sits next to me. I am trying to read Cook’s Shadowline (GRRM too big to carry without a backpack) but alcohol makes it hard for me to follow plotline. “Plus,” she says, “it’s set in the year 3050.” I agree.
She needs advice on how to deal with her boyfriend when he picks her up from Princeton station, so I’m game. “How about this—‘Look, I realize I’m three hours late and full of Coronas, but you’ve gotta realize, a girl’s gotta have fun sometime.’” But I commiserated with the guy as well: doctoral theses are hard. She accused him of stalling final submission because it would close out an era. I told her that that’s what guys do—avoid closure: I have so many open ends I’m unraveling.
That’s me. Game and a consultant to the drunkenly lovelorn.
2:37:01 AM 
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