In anticipation of a long work week, I’m hesitant to use too much energy lest I burn out early on.
Still getting over a cold and scolding myself a bit for having such an indulgent “vacation”. Too many evenings included champagne. I also shared a beautiful chef’s tasting menu & wine pairings at Millenium with k and met up with termie for lovely, overpriced brunch (totally worth it).
Met and reconnected with a lot of good people @ houseku birthday, wish there was an easy way to connect with people on Flickr, etc after a party like that — guess that’s what business cards’re for but it doesn’t help that mine are totally fuckin outdated. I was changing about 80% of the info on mine as I gave moocards this weekend.
Didn’t feel too stoked on the idea of going to wordcamp once Saturday arrived. I tended the garden for a while in the hazy wet Presidio when I woke up, so the idea of abandoning my tea, garden and warm house for geeking and sniffling was not terribly appealing. I did it anyway and was glad for it, the only downsides being increasing the sick factor and also that I was without my MacBook. I blogged that shit with brushpen and a quadrato pad. (<3)
I want to scan some of it for maybe not but a lot of it’s more kvetching about geek celeb bullshit. Noticing that I treat WordPress not as a social tool — I don’t even know what my audience is and prefer to think of it as low- to no-traffic at all, something that not many people are aware of.
I want to share and be real in my communication and this is a medium for that, to be sure, but I am simultaneously very private and shy by nature, so to be able to journal I must look at it as a purely singular act. Not to impress or impart a certain image of myself, but to share in an uncensored way my ideas, and not be concerned with how or whether it impacts people. It is important to me to be mindful of others when I publish, and to be accountable as everyone should be when using the tool. Still, I think it’s silly to be driven by your audience to the point that you’re employing a created identity, and writing to fill that roll, in order to whet your audience’s appetite.
So, I drew what I saw an thought and absorbed at Wordcamp, happily unchaperoned and outfitted with only the basics. I didn’t even pick up my camera… I just wanted to listen an observe.
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