oh.  what really interests me is this whole tshirt thing.  i hadn’t planned on buying a sxsw tshirt, but i had to once i saw that the urls of the finalists were on the backs of all the shirts.  how exciting is it that my url was being sold in gift shops on congress in austin, that people who bought shirts are walking around with my url on their backs, however miniscule the lettering.  awful exciting, i tell you.  i’m sure that eventually my url will be used as a car chamois or as a dustcloth, and eventually it will be given to thrift shops where someone will mark it with a masking tape price label (“$2.00”, it will say in black sharpie) and put on a rusty wire hanger.  sweet!

i want to know, though, what kind of tshirt traffic i’m getting here.  obviously, “from the tshirt” is not something i’d find in my referrer logs, so i’m going to have to count on you, the reader.  if you came here from the tshirt, please email me and let me know so that i can calculate the percentage of bluishorange visitors that came here from paint on some cotton.



wow, it’s over.  sxsw, spring break, everything.  tomorrow i go back to school and reading and writing and listening, spending hours on couches and in coffeehouses, and sometimes on couches in the coffeehouses.  i thought spring break existed so that one can recover from school, but i think i need to recover from this spring break itself.

when i left the airport this morning in my brand-new orange rubber shoes, it felt really strange.  i’ve spent over a week doing important fun things with large and small groups of wonderful people.  there have been panels and parties and dinners and drinks and conversation and ferries and beaches and amusement parks and hot dogs and lengthy jokes with no punchline and abandoned aquariums with graffiti and torrential rain and friends and love.  so, now what?  what am i to do with myself by myself?  it occurs to me now that i just might be boring.

at any rate, i put up some sxsw photos and stuff, which are fun.  i have about eighty-twelve thousand emails in my inbox.  if one of them is yours, fear not, for i will get to it soon enough.  and speaking of email, i think that there are still some things missing from the Great Disk Crash of March 14, so let me know if you get any 404s or whatever.

or whatever.  nothing to do but go to bed, i guess.


On March 14, 2001 our server suffered a hard disk failure.  We are currently restoring files from backup.  At this point some files and databases are not restoring correctly.  We will have full staff all night long to aid in resolving your problems.

jeez. i leave for a few days and everything goes haywire.  i also can’t get my email, so if you’ve sent me anything since march eighth, i assure you i’m not aware of it.  and if you get any 404s or broken images and things, i’m not aware of that, either, and you can’t email to tell me about it.

anyway, i didn’t win, but i had such a great time that i’m not bothered by it at all.  as i said to someone, i’d rather lose and have fun than win and not have fun.  so it’s good, yeah?  yeah.  i don’t think i have the time or the energy or the wherewithal to be able to describe to you just how awesome and wonderful and fun it all was.  and really, i’m not sure i want to; because i don’t think it would work.  it just was.

i doubt i’ll be writing too terribly much over the rest of spring break; my jet-set lifestyle simply won’t allow it, you know.  but i’ll be around.  thanks to rabi for writing stuff and things while i was gone. she is awesome, too.

oh.  and this really happened.