While I was away, I mostly ate. I managed to “outgrow” most of the clothes I brought with me. New Orleans is good for your butt.
I was in Louisiana to do a presentation with Erin Loechner and Liz Gumbinner, the women I also presented with at the Alt Design Summit. Our panel was “How’d You Get that Sponsor?” and I was really happy with it. (You’ll find recaps on the Mom 2.0 blog, and Work it, Mom if you’re interested in the business side of blogging.)
We ate some more.
We had cocktails.
We had more food.
The closing keynote on the future of media was excellent, and I’m still chewing on something Margaret said. She mentioned how personalization algorithms were getting so good that soon we’d have to seek out differing viewpoints on anything.
So maybe one element of the “future of content” lies in synthesizing and presenting differing viewpoints for people tired of hearing their own opinions echoed back. Do people get tired of that?
I also did my first reading! Oh my goodness, it went poorly. I read A 12-Step Guide to Threesomes, but while I was on stage shaking with fear, I realized that half the audience was sober, and I was in the midst of Operation Separation, and I was wearing a minidress (like a common whore), cataloguing a laundry list of ways in which one might fictionally seduce me. Had I actually been naked in front of my high school class, I don’t think I could have been more uncomfortable. In retrospect, I should have been much more inebriated, so I proceeded to do that backstage while Heather petted my hair, and teared up when she saw me tearing up, and did not bullshit me about how great I had been. This is why we are friends.
I stayed a couple extra days with Anna Beth in a gorgeous apartment on St. Charles. We went antiquing, ate some more, had red wine on the porch.
When I was a little kid, this is what I thought it would be like to be a grownup.