Thursday, I got a ride from my isolating Corporate Woods office with lousy bus service to the neighborhood-imbedded College of Saint Rose, using up most of my lunch break, to film what will probably be a 15-second segment of a promotion for what appears below. It's too bad that I had to go back to work, because my ride took us right past my house.
I was supposed to say something profound about why I blog, on cue. Yeesh. Ultimately, I rambled on about something to do with being a librarian and wanting to share information. (I think.) I know they'll be showing the compiled video at the event, but if it's otherwise available, I'll make a point to share it with you.
The guy who picked me up I hadn't seen in four or five years. I've talked with him regularly and e-mailed with even more frequently. But when he picked me up, he didn't recognize me, because of the vitiligo. Heck, sometimes I literally don't recognize myself.
Oh, one other thing: with the sheer number of participants, and the time frame, I can't imagine just how this thing is going to work.
The upcoming Media 2010 event to be held Wednesday, March 3, at The College of Saint Rose, has sold out. We currently are accepting names on a waiting list.
Event: Media 2010: How blogs shape the new conversation
Date: Wednesday, March 03, 2010 from 6:00 PM - 7:30 PM (ET)
College of Saint Rose
Touhey Forum, Lally Building
1009 Madison Avenue
Albany, NY 12203
Speaking of blogging, I seem to be spending more time deleting spam from my blogs. Except for this one, the messages don't actually GET to the blogs; I use comment moderation. On this blog, though, I don't, but I get an e-mail copy of whatever gets posted; I click on the link and delete the rubbish forever.
There seems to be particular recurring themes with these of late:
*the guy whose girlfriend, he's just discovered, has been sleeping with his roommate/brother/uncle/father, and so, of COURSE, he's inviting you to see nude pictures of her
*various schemes touting particular software
*the couple touting Louisville, KY
Plus the usual scams and stuff written in Russian and Chinese.
But the ones I don't get are the ones that say something vaguely complimentary that are signed by Anonymous and DON'T have a link to an e-mail or website. What's the point, exactly?
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