Babe compass
: Shift magazine crashes a few MeetUp meets in Toronto (ending up at least hopeful about this attempt to get us bandwidth buddies, we strangers in the light, to actually see and hear and not just read each other) and finds a curious benefit to having a sign in a bar that points to bloggers, this way:
At this point, two young women in bicycle gear approach our table. The word “blog,” with its amputated-portmanteau quality, has piqued their interest. “What’s a blogger?” Needless to say, a lengthy explanation follows.
After they walk off, Tim remarks, “This sign is a real chick magnet.”…
Tim then goes out for a smoke. As the door closes behind him, another young woman approaches our table to ask what a blogger is. I shake my head, thinking to myself, “Damn, what if this thing really is a chick magnet?”
: Note, too, that Canada’s New York has a Toronto webloggers weblog and they use this as an excuse to get together. Hmmm. Shouldn’t New York’s New York have such a thing? Or is that Gawker? Then shouldn’t there be meet-ups of Gawkers (or are we Gawkerites)?
: Toronto also has a restaurant blog: EatMyToronto. I’m jealous.
: And a subway blog, too.
