journeys of a restless mind

What do you call the sound made when a dozen or more keypads are being tapped on rapidly at the same time?  It's not quite like birds chirping or crickets.  It's almost like falling rain.

Update:  In the panel I attended while writing this post, they discussed the importance of good headlines.   My timing is fabulous.

stay tuned

A certain blogger, who for now shall remain unnamed, is taking fotos of everybody's boobs.  So yes, the rack is out there.

Oh, and Kimberly's, too.

famous blogger chicks

Meg Hourihan!  Co-founder of Pyra, which became blogger.  How it all began.  I first learned about blogging from a New Yorker profile of her.  I could do that, I said to myself.  I should be doing that! And so I did.

If I'm brave enough, I'll go say hi.  In a cool way, of course.

(Oh, did I mention that Caterina Fake is also speaking?  Hot damn.  Her baby is a little foto sharing thang called Flickr.)

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that conference

I'm at BlogHer, y'all!  It has been noted that I tend to get a bit, well, excited at these functions.   The first thing that Grace said to me was, "Will you jump up and down for me?" But I swear, even though there have been sightings of all kinds of awesome badass blogger chicks, there has been none of this.  Really.

the hair

Here I am last year at BlogHer.  Here I am now:

shorn

I am about to go get most of my hair cut off.  I have had essentially the same hair style since my late twenties.  I know that usually getting a hair cut is no big deal.  But this one is.  I don't know if I can really explain it.  It's kind of like Samson in reverse.  I feel like cutting off my hair will make me more powerful.  By cutting off my hair I am revealing more of myself, I am saying that I want to be seen.  Which is a really big deal for me.  I wish I could be more eloquent about it.  It deserves more than I can give it right now. 

I've been changing, growing.  I'm ready to be out in the world in a new way.  It starts with writing, but it goes far beyond that.  You'll just have to trust me on this.

Fotos later, of course.

file under easily amused

Man, I love these guys.

the mountain

Today, oddly, as it clouded up, Mt. Baker began to slowly appear in the distance, a white ghost barely visible against a backdrop of white clouds.  It's like the memory of a mountain, the imprint left on your lids when you close your eyes, shining softly on the horizon.

You can't escape me!

The fine ladies of Mommy Bloggers have invited me to write an essay for them.  You can read it here. 

If I had a boat

I'm getting really excited about BlogHer, which is less than two weeks away.  It's a two day affair this year which means many more opportunities for unruly behavior not befitting a middle-aged single mom.  Not only is Kimberly going this year, but I will also get to meet many of my Club Mom cohorts inclucing Dawn and  both Traceys and the great blogging overlord herself.  I'm also going to meet the elusive Hottie McNaturpants, and it looks like a roadtrip is in order to go visit Ellie.  I get to stay at Grace's house.  I don't know if I can stand it.

I'm also sick and stressed and overwhelmed.  I need a long vacation that doesn't involve all the joyful insanity that BlogHer will bring.  I have so much to do, and all I can seem to manage is to stare out at the inviting blue of Lake Union and sing Lyle Lovett songs to myself.