I hate being an absent blogger, not because I think I'm letting my readers down (there is so much good content out there, am I right? and who has time to read it all, anyway?) but because blogging does something for me. It gets me out of my head, out of my little self-contained bubble, makes me examine my assumptions and question my conclusions and... well.
It's good for me, blogging is.
But lately I've been cavorting with my new love, and visiting my family up in Oregon, and kissing my nephew, and cranking through lots and lots of (good, interesting, wonderful) work, and so my planned posts keep slipping further and further into the future...
I have so! much! to share!
And so many fabulous photos trapped on 2 + 8GB SanDisks.
(Turns out that shooting RAW files is a handy way to obliterate any remaining hard disk space, not that I had much left, but dude, now it is SO GONE. And when I upgraded to Leopard? My Mac stopped "seeing" my 250GB La Cie external hard drive. Turns out that lots of other people have this same exact problem. TECHNICAL FOUL, APPLE. That is SO NOT OKAY.)
Oh, and I have so many questions to ask: like, WHY did Michael Bauer review Beretta before I walked my lazy self over there had a chance to go? Now I'll NEVER get a table! And why don't I ever hear any foodie chatter about Masa's? It might be one of the best kept secrets in the city! And...
The BlogHer conference is this weekend, and I'm going, but I haven't so much as looked at the schedule or made a grand plan of attack, complete with lists of the people I have to meet. I'm afraid that I'll be roaming the halls, frightening bloggers and trying to figure out Which Panels Are The Best Ones.
Pray for me.
I'll resurface soon.
PS: Is anyone else out there going to BlogHer? Email me. Maybe we can hang out. Or at least haunt the hallways together...