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The Blog Days of Summer: BOLO

Some days are like this: berries, fresh picked, still perfumy from soil-heat.

(The Lindt chocolates made a spontaneous fondue.)

It’s kinda like living under a hair dryer but I could get used to this. Why do I live somewhere that periodically gets winter for 10 months*? [*real-feel time measurement.]

It was lovely to cycle in this heat. I tooled around for a couple hours. I can’t get thirsty, really. There’s so much humidity, to breathe is to slurp.

Last night was Blog Out Loud Ottawa, 2010. By time we got ourselves in gear and left home in the right direction, with pause to watch baby duckling chip and chirp in bursts after their mom, we’d missed hearing Milan, Woodsy and XUP. (Crumb!) But I got to see Robin and his wife in person which was kinda neat. Irene’s Pub was packed. When we toddled/dawdled in about halfway though, there were about 60 people.

Lynn posted the links to all the best-of pieces read by the 20 readers.

From touching stories of mommie bloggers to sorting one’s head on whys of internal motivations versus bullshittery requirements with banter with the audience, the room was abuzz with good energy during and between speakers.

Dani’s bra shopping story slayed the room,

Bras are about function and form, about keeping the girls under lock and key and as far out of the way as possible.

I have a feeling that “the girls” as a nickname for breasts will be tidily whisked into my vocabulary.

Spoiler: but all that vexation of the bra hunt changed in the course of that expedition while outsourcing the task. [Read it. You know you want to.]

(left) Lynn of Turtlehead organized it all. Super job, lady! (right) Maven of Stay at Home Mayhem read a story from the junk food aisle. Fun wit. I read it when it first posted. Neat to hear it live.

In life, we’re used to familiar strangers, knowing someone’s face but not their story, but with blogging, it’s reversed. I know someone’s story but can’t put a face to many of them. But I’d know their template anywhere.

Jenn and Don read from food blogging and the world of twitter making connections in the face-to-face and food-to-face world.

Jennifer of It Ain’t Meat Babe, a vegetarian blog about town, related the story of her ex, Murray, as boyfriends go, was fairly benign, and all he knew, and didn’t, about making rice.

I ended up taking only a few pictures.

People really enjoyed the show. Which is hardly surprising. There’s an amazing amount of talent, as writers, observers, speakers, comediennes, performers. Timing, wit, animation, energy and creativity spilling out of people. A great sort of space to be in.

Irene’s Pub hosts live bands most days of the week. From what I hear, their track record on good music is pretty exceptional. Seems like a nice place to hang out, event or not.

Quote: “I think we’re here for each other.” ~ Carol Burnett