Eight hours until I need to be at the airport to catch the red-eye down to Seattle, where I will have breakfast with my friend Kirsten, Benevolent Dictator of The Learning Curve, and make a stop at the poetry only Open Books bookstore before driving up to Vancouver (hopefully make it across the border without my special Canadian Insurance card that my company insisted had to be snail-mailed because it was printed on "special paper").
All I need to do before then is prep for class, teach class, follow up on a few dozen work and class items, make a list of things to pack, finish some laundry, pack, figure out what I forgot to pack, get my kids ready for a week sans-Papa, find/load/charge iPod and camera and extra laptop batteries and webcam, etc., etc., etc.
It’ll be fun. Northern Voice is a conference that does things right– implementing ideas to fix the things I complain about at every other conference the rest of the year. I will be assisting the inimitable LLoyd Budd in the WordPress and Your Problems session on Friday, then facilitating my The Blog is Dead! Long Live Bloggers panel on Saturday with a cast of luminaries that make my fingers tremble as I type this. There are so many people to see and talk to… which will be much easier since I can’t possibly catch Moose Fever that quickly, meaning I will have a voice to speak with this year!
Hurry up. I’ve made early entry into Canadian Territory and all seems safe for the invasion.
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