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OMG I just scored a ticket to Blogher
June 18, 2009, 4:00 pm
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The event is sold out, but I put myself on the waitlist for the heck of it. Blogher, for those of you who are not women bloggers, is the biggest conference for women bloggers in the United States. This year, it’s in Chicago in late July.

On Saturday, I’m going to a pre-conference meet and greet of Denver/Boulder bloggers. I was planning to attend just to meet new people in my area (because as a grown-up, how often do you get to meet new friends)? Now I can see if I can score a roommate for the 2 nights to defray some of the costs. (And because I think the rooms may be sold out at the hotel). I’ve also just decided that if I can, I will use miles to fly there, unless I can find a fare for under $200.

Also, I might be able to go hang with my friends Eleni and Eric and their new baby for a day. They live outside of Chicago.

I just got an email and have no details in place. This is the best belated birthday present I could ask for!


Random Tuesday Thoughts

It’s Tuesday, which means you get to read a regurgitation of the stuff in my head that’s so random it’s not even funny. Or maybe it is. You tell me. Because you people should really leave me more comments instead of lurking around.

  1. I can hardly sit still today. I want to be anywhere but where I am, even when I go someplace to get away from the place I was. If I could take a sabbatical from my body today, that would be great. However, I do not know how or where to score the necessary hallucinatory drugs to experience said sabbatical, and I don’t think I’d be brave enough to try them anyway.
  2. I’ve been thinking about coming off the Wellbutrin, especially given how irritable I’ve been lately. Is there a correlation? I’m also terrified of coming off the Wellbutrin, because what if I get depressed again? I’m too agitated to make a decision.
  3. Last night, I bought purple and pink Peeps on discount at the grocery store after watching this very cool Washington Post slideshow of Peep dioramas. They’re the purple and pink bird peeps, 6 of each. I love to eat them, but I want to make a Peeps scene too. Decisions, decisions.
  4. I also bought a chocolate Easter bunny, since I didn’t go to my mom’s this year, and she’s the supplier of said bunnies. I ate it last night in one sitting. It was delicious.
  5. Last night, Steve came home and did the chores he hasn’t gotten to. And I was so grateful and relieved. But still mad and frustrated so I didn’t say thank you or even acknowledge that he’d done anything. Which makes me mean.
  6. I want a job that pays me $80k a year to sit around and read blogs and comment on them all day.
  7. Tonight I get to take my kid to dinner. Usually we go to Chipotle, Noodles or a local Chinese or BBQ place. Tonight, I think we’ll get sushi, because it’s one of those days when I just say fuck it when I think of my budget. And sushi sounds really, really good. I may regret a $70 dinner with my kiddo when I get my credit card bill (because she can eat me under the table when it comes to sushi). But every once in a while, I like doing what I want to do and damn the consequences.
  8. On Saturday, I went to Ciji’s Natural Pet Food Store in Park Hill and had a long convo with the clerk. I wound up leaving with $30 of new cat food, which will last me about 2 weeks, and a probiotic supplement to try to quell the Great Vomiting Episodes of 2009. So far, so good. Only one puke detected so far, right in the middle of the basement steps. Which was lovely to discover as I stepped in it, barefoot.
  9. Sometimes, I find that my comments on other blogs are smarter, funnier and pithier than what I write on my own blog. I want to be one of those funny bloggers. But I start writing and it comes out as a big waahahahahahaha! Maybe I’ll start a category called Whine with that Cheese.
  10. Frosted Mini Wheats rock. Seriously. Good for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks, and they offer excellent fiber for those “obstructed” days.
  11. People don’t follow directions. Especially highly educated people. With PhDs. And when they don’t, it means more work for me, which makes me more irritable. How hard is it to click a link, then another link? Easier than replying to an email that clearly says DO NOT REPLY, PLEASE RESPOND TO THE EVITE BY CLICKING THIS LINK. Sheesh.

Random Tuesday Thoughts
  1. randomtuesdayAm I the only person in the world who has a clause in her divorce agreement stipulating that I get joint custody of the power tools? I have taken control of two power sanders, which usually live with my ex. He brought them over in December when I decided to refinish this dresser I’ve had since I was a baby. I should say re-refinish, because as I’ve sanded it down, I’ve taken off the four other layers of paint I’ve put on it over the years. First, beige. Then sea green. Then RED (really red). Then white. Now, it’s going this dark blue-green color. I bought new knobs and pulls for it, and for the other dresser in our room. I’ll get to that one when I’m done with this one, and it will become Steve’s. It’s about time he gets real furniture of his own in the room, instead of the plastic drawers he keeps his stuff in now.
  2. I’ve dealt with depression for most of my life. I’ve done things to help myself, ranging from therapy to light therapy to herbs to pharmaceuticals to yoga to exercise to more therapy. Someone I love is incredibly depressed right now and will not seek help. Will not consider counseling. Will not consider putting himself as first priority. I can’t force him, but I want to. I’m very worried about him. I don’t know what to do.
  3. Our cats have been puke machines lately. And cat puke, especially wet cat food puke, does not come out of carpets. Even with Clorox bleach. Which Steve sprayed on all the spots. And now our carpet looks like it has lesions. Which means he’ll never concede to having anyone but us and the kids step foot in the house. Which means if I ever want to entertain in this house again, I need to figure out how to pay for new carpets, or better yet, hardwood floors so that cat puke can simply be wiped up.
  4. My boss sent out an email yesterday: I will be in the office at 1230. I haven’t left for work yet–running about 15 minutes late. I wonder how many others are running late today too?
  5. I have a little bit of a cold, not enough to keep me down, but just enough to annoy me. You know–scratchy throat, a little headache, a little tired. And annoying. Did I mention annoying?
  6. I am not pregnant. Thank god. Three negative tests didn’t convince me because I’ve never skipped a period before. This “month’s” cycle was 61 days. I hope that this period isn’t like January’s. Still sucks being a girl, I tell you.
  7. I put it out to the Universe that I want to go to BlogHer in July. So, I logged onto last night to find out that the conference sold out on March 18. I’m now on the wait list, so it will truly take divine intervention for me to go. If not this one, though, something else compelling will come up. Still, I’m bummed.
  8. I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with this blog, or what I want it to do for me. I started writing it for real just three months ago. My traffic has tripled each month. I don’t know how to double or triple it in April. I can’t physically read and comment on any more blogs. I don’t have time to repost my postings inside other communities. I tried that with Schmutzie’s Grace in Small Things community, and I can’t keep up. Which is one reason why I wanted to go to BlogHer–to learn more about this. When I blogged on a private site for about three years, I easily got 150 to 200 views on every post, and that felt good. So maybe, it’s about my constant quest to be popular. I write this blog for other reasons–because I have to express myself, and I suck at journaling. I need an audience. Because I am one of those people whom others turn to for help solving problems, and I wind up telling about my own experiences. Because a writer is what I am, as much as I sometimes want to deny it. Now, if only I could figure out how to replace my current income by blogging–that would be the ticket. Really, what I’ve always wanted to be was a newspaper columnist. Since newspapers are dying, blogging is a good second choice. It’s all a matter of how.

Days of Grace: 24/365
March 25, 2009, 10:49 am
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  1. My blog. I really love that people are reading what I write and starting to comment on my posts. I write this not only to express myself, but to interact with people everywhere. I feel very grateful that I was inspired to start this, and stick with it.
  2. Hardboiled eggs, which are not only nutritious, but satisfying when eaten as a late breakfast at my desk on days when I don’t have time to cook or even make my shake.
  3. Lauren the inventor, who is always asking, “What if?” As in What if there was this thing in the car, like a glass wall, that could come down between the front seat and the back seat so that when your mom is cold and you are hot it would block the heater, and there was another one that went THIS way in the car so it could separate you from your brother if you didn’t want to talk to him or something? And what if you could just get into this machine and tell it where you wanted to go and within two seconds, you’d be there, so there wouldn’t be cars or planes or trains or anything, and you’d get exercise doing it because to make it go you’d have to get on this ellip-cital machine for five minutes? (Our conversation on the way to school today).
  4. Stacy, a girl I barely knew in high school but now re-know through Facebook, sent me a link to a coach she knows and likes. I’ll check her out. (ask = receive)
  5. The warm sunshine that’s flowing in through my window and warming my back right now. an idea for today?

On Monday, former employees of the Rocky Mountain News, Denver’s now-defunct, almost 150-year-old daily paper, launched a project called Backed by three Denver investors, the website is looking to do something a lot of newspapers want to do: sell premium content subscriptions, partner with sponsors–aka advertisers–and keep a competing editorial voice in the Denver market.

Former writers and editors of the Rocky are already writing for free on They want to continue covering their Rocky beats, but earning actual money. That sounds good to me. I already am reading their free stuff, and I plan to keep reading.

The catch: $4.99 a month, which is about the same as what I was paying to get the Saturday Rocky and Sunday Post. The double catch: They must get 50,000 subscribers by April 23–the Rocky’s 150-year birthday–or the site doesn’t go live. Until April 23, my credit card won’t get charged either.

I’ve subscribed. I’m following indenvertimes on Twitter. I’m a fan on Facebook. Now I’m waiting to see how it goes.

Will it work? The Wall Street Journal’s full articles are available online only to subscribers. The New York Times’ attempt failed. This week, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, another near-150-year-old daily, announced it was going to an all online format.

I heard transportation reporter Kevin Flynn interviewed on Colorado Public Radio’s Colorado Matters yesterday, and he said the main thing he wants people to do is be patient and give the concept a chance to work.

I am a blogger, of course, and as such I’m part of this new world of storytelling. Because of my journalism training and experience, I would never just make up something and post it as news. I would never write my opinion as news. I disrespect any blogger that does so. Blogs, in the worst light, have helped turn online journalism into gossipmongering. I loathe celebrity gossip, and I think it’s part of the downfall we are currently experiencing. Even though Flynn and the managing editor (whose name I don’t remember, sorry) were very clear that is NOT a blog, blogs have come to define what we expect from online news. I hope that they intend for it to be interactive–if not, it will die. And interactive beyond comments, as newspaper sites are massive bridges whose undersides get populated by trolls. I think in order to succeed, will have to do what the Rocky did, and that is build a sense of community.

In the CPR story, Flynn and the managing editor mentioned that for the foreseeable future, the site will focus on the Denver-metro area. They don’t have the resources, they said, to have bureaus all around the state. I think that’s a mistake once the site reaches a certain capacity. Unlike a printed piece, which costs tons of money to print and distribute, the Internet can have a far reach without expending much. The site could pay attention to people who are already blogging about their Colorado hometowns–the issues that matter, the topics of the day–and if they are good writers who actually cite sources, hire them as stringers. The Rocky didn’t have the reach the Post does, and it’s one of the reasons why the Rocky is now dead, in my opinion. The newspaper forgot about the rest of the state. Denver-metro has a finite number of people who are going to be interested in reading an online local news source.

At the same time, has an excellent opportunity to do what the Post doesn’t do as well, and that is get to the heart of the community it serves. That’s what I always loved about the Rocky: it felt like my paper, not a generic, wire-story-filled tome. The reporting felt personal. With the same writers on staff, that can only get better.

I don’t know if I will ever be able to go completely newspaper-free for the same reason I’m not plunking down $500 or so for a Kindle: Reading is a tactile experience for me. I love the feel of paper in my hands. However, my daughter’s generation will likely forget about printed papers, and maybe their kids will never know what they are. My grandkids will give me the same stare when I talk about how I used to work for a newspaper that got printed and folded and rubber-banded and thrown onto my driveway everymorning as Lauren does when I try to explain a typewriter to her, or TV without 100 channels, or a car you unlock with a key. Hopefully, by then, some iteration of will still be around.