Last night, I attended a reading at the Boulder Book Store that I heard about on Twitter via their well-run @BoulderBooks account.
Mignon Fogarty, the creator and host of the Grammar Girl podcast, was promoting her second book, "The Grammar Devotional," with a book tour. Given my huge crush on both Fogarty and grammar, I was powerless to resist her visit to Boulder.
She talked about all the usual stuff - how she got started, writing and grammar, her future projects - but she truly came alive during Q&A. She fielded specific questions about grammar, as well as some behind-the-scenes stuff. Throughout, Mignon was a witty wonder and very obliging - even when my dumb self asked for a photo:
I asked her about the impact of social media on the quality of writing and grammar, since more people are writing (whether on Facebook, Twitter, blogs), but not everyone is pausing to proofread.
She replied with a thoughtful answer about how over time, such writing can make teens stronger writers, but with adults can be a mixed bag, given the less-is-more ethos behind the more dominant social platforms. While it's good to see so many people generating written content and sharing it with others, she is horrified to hear that LOL and emoticons are creeping into school essays.
I picked up her new book (which she gracefully signed) and highly recommend you do the same. Good grammar is better than good gravy.
I am flying to NYC for the first time tomorrow. I'm not wild about big cities. Denver kinda gives me the creeps, and Dallas (near where I grew up) was always a little too dirty for my tastes.
But I'm still pretty excited for my trip. I'll be there from Wednesday (11/4) to Saturday (11/7), visiting my agency's NY office and getting a bunch of work done.
So if anyone wants to hang out in the evening, I'd be up for it. Just as long as I don't have to trek far. I might end up playing World of Warcraft in my hotel room. Not kidding. I just hit level 50 on my paladin and I'm eager to start questing in the Plaguelands.
I'll be staying in Midtown. So, yeah. I don't know what that means, but that's where I can be found. I just hope the weather's cooperative. I get cold fast.
I dressed up as a Teletubbie for Halloween 2009. I flew to Texas to visit my family. They were weirded out.
Here is a video of me dancing at Medieval Times in Dallas.
I might add some ultra fresh music to it at a later date. (iMovie was being a jerk and I'm too busy.)
It has now been REMIX'D. DIG:
I haven't written about World of Warcraft lately, which is a shame because my interest in the game has been rejuvenated as a result of Molly, my glistening new MacBook Pro. She makes the game look powerfully better than the computer I was gaming on before. Thus, I've been spending much more time prancing around Azeroth, the game's titular world.
My main character is a vastly under-utilized level 80 Undead warlock. While he's potent and always a gas to play, I have lately been spending more time on a different server playing a new level 28 Draenei paladin named Hips, which is the first Alliance character I've played since I began playing WoW in the summer of 2007.
Honestly, I was loathe to create an Alliance character, as all my previous ones had been Horde, but my dear Denver friends Mimi and Patch encouraged me to join them on their server - and they happen to prefer the Alliance.
(If you're new to the game, there are two essential "sides" to the war - the Alliance and the Horde. Both have committed atrocities, so there's no real good or bad side. But the Horde is way cooler because you can play as a zombie.)
I'm actually surprised I don't play with more Colorado folks. In social situations, I often mention that I play WoW, but thus far I've only met people who no longer play. So it's delightful and encouraging two folks in Colorado who are always ready to rock the sword & shield.
If you've ever thought about playing WoW, the server I'm currently playing on is named Eonar. I'd love for you to come kill things with me. I'm definitely not the best gamer around (I'm likely pretty horrible), but I always wear a smile in addition to my enchanted armor.
(If you're an experienced WoW freak, you probably noticed that I didn't use words like roll, toon, etc. I just didn't want this entry to be indecipherable to the general populace. Zug-zug.)
My performance from Ignite Boulder 6 has been posted to the Internets. You can view it below. My voice cracks. I forget my lyrics. I look a little dizzy.
In short, I am a deeply flawed, deeply silly boy.
Big thanks to Craig Kendall for editing the video and adding the sweet graphics.
The next Ignite Boulder is on December 10 - mark yo' calendars!
I helped organize a local tech conference called boco last week. Held at the Boulder Public Library with an attendance cap of 175, it wasn't as large as other tech conferences to be sure. However, I think our focus on tech, music and food set us apart from the rest and ensured a variety of subject matter that gave boco a distinctive flava. (Big ups to my towering comrade Andrew Hyde for dreaming it all up and to Ryan Cook for simply existing.)
Here are a few observations that I, um, observed:
Technically, boco stands for "Beyond Our Creative Origins"
From my experience, a similarly good representation would be "Befriending Others Creates Opportunity." I'm a big fan of online social networking. I'll give any network a try (see my foray into Coathangr, which I have been sadly absent from lately). I love seeing people with disparate interests connect over something that had been unknown before - especially in real life. I saw that all over the place at boco, and it warmed all four chambers of my cold, wintry heart.
People love free t-shirts
The lovely lads over at VC Wear provided free apparel (of the t-shirt variety) for all attendees. Furthermore, official boco shirts were handed out at the conclusion of the conference. I have seldom seen so many smiles. It was like that "The Candyman can!" scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - except far less creepy.
Everything can be improved, fortified and strengthened
I'd be the silliest of geese to think that boco was absolutely perfect. I learned barrels of stuff about how conferences are put together, the expectations of attendees, scheduling dynamics and how a bulleted list of offerings equates to ticket price.
We will host boco again next year, and it will be just as amazing as its inaugural outing. If it runs better, if we are slightly more organized, if my hair is a little shinier, if you notice these things at all - then it's a testament to all the great feedback I received.
If you attended, thanks for being there. If you didn't, I hope to see you next year. I'll be the one doing "the electric slide" next to the check-in table.
I'm in love, y'all. The spring in my step's got me bouncing around like a Latino Inspector Gadget.
I bought a new MacBook Pro. Her name is Molly:
I've never felt this way before. She makes everything possible. She empowers my mind and makes my digital dreams come true. If you see us together at a coffeeshop, please ignore our public displays of affection. We can't help it.
It's not puppy love.
It's Leopard love.
Snow Leopard love.
I've always enjoyed hashbrowns at McDonald's. I know it's the last place in Boulder I should be eating, but once in a while, I'll walk over on a Sunday morning and grab a hashbrown because I think they're tasty.
I did that this weekend, and I noticed something fascinating at the drink station.
The nozzle that dispenses water is the least attractive thing I have ever seen. It's a white square with blunt black lettering that says WATER. No art, no color, nothing appealing. Compare it to the other drink offerings - it's surrounded by the colorful promise of thirst-quenching majesty!
Is this done deliberately to discourage people from drinking water? By associating it with staid, boring typefaces and design choices? Are we so easily repelled?
A guerrilla dietician should wage a campaign whereby flashy, attactive WATER stickers are placed over the boring ones in an effort to get peeps to drink more water. That would be refreshing. Ha?
Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon? I'd love to see pics.
If I had a baby, I would name it Ignite Boulder.
I would nurture it, sing to it, cradle it in my arms - all the while knowing that it will someday turn on me as a teenager.
Ah, the perils and pitfalls of love.
(P.S. - If you haven't bought your ticket for tomorrow's show, go here. Guaranteed to float your boat and charge your barge.)
(P.S. 2.0 - Want to know more? I'm quoted in an awesome article about Ignite Boulder in today's Colorado Daily. Oh, baby!)