Rock On, BloggerCon

In a moment of alarming
cognitive dissonance, BloggerCon ’03 ended this afternoon with a blistering
accordian arrangement of Steppenwolf’s "Born
to Be Wild".

Despite my pre-conference jitters that it would be too roudy and my early-conference
fears that it would be deadly dull, it was neither.  Early in the
conference Dave had announced that since the joint was lousy with journalists,
mainstream and freelance, everything said on campus was on the record. 

I
think that partiallyu put a damper on the discussion for a while – a
lot of over-monitoring was going on, until that 19-year-oild Graham cracker
bust
out and declared that the voter’s didn’t give a rat’s ass about the issues,
so why should the campaigns?

"We KNOW that’s what politicians think, you cynical shmuck," I wanted
to yell, "But you’re NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY IT IN PUBLIC." Oh well, the kid’s
still young.  He’ll survive and learn to lie another day.  Or
maybe not; politics is a cutthroat game these days.

Anyway, a good time was had by all.  I made some new friends, heard
a bunch of new ideas, and even had a few myself. What more can one
ask for in a conference? All-in-all, a worthwile effort and food for thought.