In the last four weeks, we have been to Los Angeles, San Diego, Philadelphia, Sacramento, Phoenix, and, finally, Atlanta. Atlanta was a nice grand finale of trips for the month--pulled pork, chicken and waffles, sweet tea, and Coca-Cola. In the South, you never have to worry about somebody slipping you a Pepsi and trying to pass it off as The Real Thing. Which it ain't.
I also met with two of my favorite blogging friends, Rachael and Katey. Rachael introduced me to the cutest-ever J-Lo and Katey took me to a knitting shop where I got some yarn and some stick thingys. I am going to knit a set of coasters. The intention was to make the coasters on the plane, but I was so afraid that TSA would take away my brand new sticks that I packed them into my suitcase at the last minute. I start coasters tomorrow. (For you knitters out there, I got the idea to make coasters when I noticed them all over the knitting store. It seemed coasters were very in vogue. Until I found out they were swatches. Swatches that look suspiciously like coasters.)
My co-advisor, who we will call Kevin, was pretty amazed at all this blog business. He couldn't grasp the concept of how and why I was meeting up with someone I met on the Internet. Kevin is one of my favorite people and so I tried to patiently explain the concept of a blog. I explained that there were political blogs, recipe blogs, sports blogs, celebrity blogs, food blogs, mommy blogs, blogs for everyone, really. Will and Rene tried to help.
What kind of blog, he wanted to know, was my blog, and why would people come and read it and then actually buy me gifts having never met me? No offense, he added.
And I couldn't really answer that. I don't know why y'all come round these parts. I visit certain blogs because they are smart or funny or inspiring or ridiculous or because I relate to them or because I can't wait to hear the next chapter in a story. Sometimes I visit a blog just because it is pretty. And, the truth is, I feel like I know y'all. Like we could meet up in a coffee shop and talk and laugh for hours. Which we have.
So, let's tell Kevin. Why do we do what we do and read what we read? And why So Pink, considering that nothing of real substance actually exists here? I'm gonna print out the comments for Kevin. Since he doesn't know much about the Internet, I'm sure he still prefers his memos in paper form.
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