Toddlin’ Through Chicago with The ...

[Dear Roger Ebert Fans: If you are coming here in response to his kind recommendation, he was referring to this earlier post.] Chicago, Chicago that toddlin’ town. Chicago, Chicago I will show you around. I’m not quite sure what toddlin’ is, but I’m sure I did a lot of it this past weekend. Which is great, because Chicago is one city I’ve always passed...

Random Acts of Bloggage

Made it back from Chicago and BlogHer and can barely remember my own name, let alone pull together a blog post. So here are some bits and pieces of wisdom or foolishness. You decide which is which. Interesting Fact: Flickr can be used as a child behavior modification tool Waiting for my flight in an overcrowded, hot and muggy O’Hare I sat behind a woman with three overtired,...

In Which I Don’t Quite Become Blog...

The BlogHer ’09 Conference has been so jam-packed I’ve barely been able to Twitter, let alone blog. But before we get started, let me first reassure you that it hasn’t been because I was one of the tiara and boa wearing girls passing out drunk in the lobby after way too many cocktails. I met up with a fellow Mount Holyoke College alum last night who is a former...

Wow! Chicago is Not Like San Francisco

Okay, we in San Francisco think we are one of the leading metro centers in America. After all, by most counts, we are the fourth largest metropolitan area in the country. I’m still willing to fight anyone who says we don’t have one of the best art/music/opera/culture epicenters in the U.S. But today was a crash course in learning that a “Metropolitan Area” is...

The Most Unpopular Kid at Blogher

It suddenly dawned on me that I’m leaving for Chicago and Blogher ’09 in a few days. It just about slipped my mind. Or maybe I’ve been blocking it out. Anyone who read my old blog will remember this post, Confessions of a Blogher Drop-out, where I talked about my mixed feelings about the conference. On the one hand, I found too much of the conference to be a giggly...

I’d Rather Be Kerouacing

 It would be a gross understatement to say that my husband and I have different travel styles. Andy is strictly a First Class-Accommodations-All-The-Way kind of guy. And when I say First Class, I mean it in the very special way that only the British travel First Class. Think of the days of Empire when Englishmen travelled on Safari with their own linen, crystal and china (complete...