The real social network
: It’s always fun when bloggers get together in the flesh.
Halley (who doesn’t need a last name; she’s the Cher of blogging) was audio-blogging drinks.
Mary Hodder wrote a preemptive post on the plane hoping we won’t hear the same old stuff tomorrow; I read it in the bar; she left the bar to go post. Now that’s addiction: blogging beats booze. Over dinner, she and Halley talked about the thong that reads, “I’m not blogging this” and agreed that Halley should get one that says, “I am blogging this.”
Amy Langfield, the New Yorker everybody likes, and Rick Bruner, Mr. Marketing, and company drove up.
I finally met big-media-pro-slash-blogger Rebecca McKinnon and we complained about dinosaur media.
Britt Blaser and I compared notes on his world-changing Republic project.
Jay Rosen arrived late from the train and befuddled at the acidic reaction to his post arguing that blogging isn’t journalism. Dave Winer posted against it and then said he realizes that Jay is up to something and he just trusts Jay.
Doc Searls was here only by phone. Damn. Damn. Damn.
I didn’t get enough time to spend with Henry Copeland. Tomorrow. Ditto Dan Gillmor.
I got to meet Steve Garfield, star of the Time Magazine story on video blogging (to which I was merely the kicker). We have more to discuss on video and citizens’ media.
I met Gordon Joseloff, founder of groundbreaking hyperlocal WestportNow.com; we, too, have a lot more to talk about re hyperlocal.
And I haven’t even gone into JR and Werner and Renee and Micah and….
Tomorrow.
: One more note of thanks to Steve Westenhiser and my colleagues at Advance.net for swooping in to rescue the webcasting situation at Bloggercon. Thanks.
