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LOL, I'm starting to feel like a news anchor...TODAY'S LINKS!

bluejeanius is going to be at Pasadena ComicCon this weekend, selling Pretty Things and publicising Girls Drawing Girls. Stop by and say hello!

Mark Twain's autobiography is finally going to be printed, now that his stipulation that it not go to press for 100 years after his death has been satisfied. As much as I'd like to say I'm going to read this, I'm probably not. I'll wait till one of you guys does and hit the highlights. If he admits to doing hard drugs or hanging out with someone named Data, lemme know.

All I learned from the article on Dangerous Muffins is that I need to find a Caribou Coffee so that I can try a French Toast Muffin.

"Persona", a series of portraits of people and the contents of their bags, was posted to Kempt this morning. I kind of think the concept is flawed on a couple of levels; the things I carry in my messenger bag are the things I need in the course of a day, not necessarily what's important to me. But, as an exercise:



Dayplanner and notebook, wallet, medication box, camera, snack bar, passport, pen, flashdrive, and building access keycard. I should have included my keys but since I carry them in my pocket and not my messenger bag, I didn't think about it.

Yep, my passport goes with me everywhere. Damn good thing too, sometimes it's the only ID that places like tow yards and libraries will accept.

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Okay, let's see if we can get through Saturday with as much aplomb and braininess as Friday!

While the food at the conference was good, the breakfasts left something to be desired -- I mean, it was a decent spread, fruit and cereal and muffins and such, but there was no real comfortable place to sit down and eat it, and it was in the same room as the vendors which made me feel rather shy of going in and being watched while I picked out a muffin. Plus I was craving a hot breakfast on Saturday, so I left my room early and walked down to, yes, the TRIPLE XXX FAMILY RESTAURANT and had pancakes and sausage. Their burgers are better, but the pancakes are nothing to be ashamed of.

And then I went to the first panel!

( First Session: Games and Memes )

( Second Session: Lolcats! )

( Third Session: Digital Journals, Early Exit )

( Fourth Session, Web 2.0 and interconnectedness )

( Fifth Session: Twitter and Doctor Who )

And that pretty much concludes my notes on Computers & Writing 2010. I had to take off early on Sunday morning, so I missed the Sunday sessions, and I have posted about my lolarious encounters at the Hogroast elsewhere.

I'm glad I went, and I think it was money well-spent. If I attend next year there will be some things I change, I think, based on where it is (I didn't realise it moves around from year to year) but the annoyances were minor compared to the payoff. I have a lot to chew over, and I hope you guys have enjoyed my notes. :)

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I just started cleaning out the boxes I brought back from storage, and found the two journals I kept during undergrad. Holy shit, I really am Ianto.

I mean, I remember keeping the journal and pasting stuff into it but I don't remember that level of collage going on.

On one of the earlier pages is a printed email from my undergraduate mentor. I think, for the time and place that I was, it's the best and wisest thing anyone ever said to me:

I want you to find yourself. To get to the point where you do the things you need to do for you and not so much for others. To do things to the best of your ability for your sake and for the sake of the work. Be patient with yourself. Forgive yourself and move forward. Guilt is useless, it never helps things move forward.

Of course on the next page there's a message from him in response to an email I sent letting him know I'd arrived in Texas for the summer, which may have expressed some...frustration with my family. It reads, Good to see you made it home safely. When does your sanity arrive?

There's not that much in the journal in terms of personal writing, though there is some, but the level of gossip in this thing is unbelievable. I didn't realise I was the confidante of the entire theatre department. Or that I was stupid enough to write down on paper some of the things people told me...