Category Archives: BlogHer

BlogHer08 Community Keynote– links

The fantab­u­lous Schmutzie has beaten me to the punch and posted links to all the posts that were read at the BlogHer com­mu­nity keynote last Sat­ur­day.  These posts rep­re­sent why blog­ging is so won­der­ful– hon­esty, humor, vari­eties of expe­ri­ences laid out for judg­ment– and being in that audi­ence, try­ing to give back some of the love that these writ­ers showed by bar­ing their hearts to us, was one of the best expe­ri­ences I’ve had so far.  So please, link, com­ment, enjoy.

Today’s RealMental post

Today’s post, “Too much of a good thing,” is up at Real­Men­tal.

Random thoughts and drunken etcetera

258 pho­tos at the Ferry Farmer’s Mar­ket– less fat­ten­ing than Cow­girl Cream­ery Cheese.

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The Ferry Farmer’s Mar­ket: like heaven, just foggier.

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BLC (out loud): (To guy nearly kneecap­ping me with his cane) Hey, watch it!

BLC (inter­nally): Oh, shit. Another blind guy.

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I’ve never been afraid of heights before. But I tried to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge today, and only made it as far as the first tower before hyper­ven­ti­lat­ing. Wind + lots of traf­fic + wide expanses of incom­ing tide = hyper­ven­ti­la­tion. At least I got some good pic­tures. And the BH, trooper that he is, went to the mid­dle of the span for me to fin­ish out the photos.

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None is more won­drous than man.” (Sopho­cles). I don’t often think this, but some­thing as arti­fi­cial, as inge­nious, as sci­en­tif­i­cally and aes­thet­i­cally designed as the Golden Gate Bridge? It makes me change my mind.

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I should have done a pho­toes­say: “Glasses of BlogHer.” There were some seri­ously cool specs on offer this week­end. I love girls who wear glasses.

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Two new verbs from the Bet­ter Half this weekend:

These [Zuni Cafe] fries are so good, I am going to invent a verb. I am going to ‘cookie mon­ster’ these.”

I don’t know what I want. I am going to just ‘Ste­vie Won­der’ here until I do.” (File under “going to hell.”)

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Re: this morning’s crack-of-dawn cable car ride: “I love the smell of steel dust in the morning.”

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There’s a blues/rock band on the cor­ner, and mar­i­juana smoke in the air. Sun­day night in Union Square.

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The laugh­ter and spit takes after fin­ish­ing a bot­tle of wine? More than worth the fact that we’re too drunk to f*ck.

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BLC: I never regret it [drunk­e­ness]– I never remem­ber it.

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BLC to BH: That reduced liver func­tion whinge? It might work bet­ter if it wasn’t because of a bad McDLT.

BH: Yeah, but are you going to write “con­t­a­m­i­na­tion by fecal mat­ter” on your blog?

BLC: No, I don’t want the google hits.

(Ooops. Well, too late.)

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You did NOT just lick the crema out of your cap­pu­cino cup, did you?

That’s what I get for choosing local

Dear Red­wood Bank at 241 Cal­i­for­nia Street, San Francisco:

I can­not believe your ATM machine ate my ATM card. And that I chose to use my ATM in a far-away-from-my-house-city in a local bank, that isn’t open on Sat­ur­days, in order to get my card back. I also can’t believe you can’t release my card remotely through your 800 num­ber. But, your Mem­ber Ser­vices per­son, Eric, was very nice, if unhelp­ful. I will see you at 8 a.m., Mon­day morn­ing. Until then, I will reserve my can of cranky whoop-ass.

Until Mon­day,

BLC

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Also? I broke a nail. And a toe­nail. Still try­ing to fig­ure out how I did that last one.

BlogHer08, Thurs. July 17, 2008 (Pre-conference)