…and I get something with the subject line “Invite: BloggerCon, Harvard Law, Oct 4.” Click on it, and glance through it, and it appears that I am, in fact, being invited to speak at a conference on blogging. Normally this would fall on my list of “situations in which I most hope someday to find myself” maybe slightly above waking up in a hotel room bathtub full of ice with my kidneys missing, but I do have this book I need to promote at the moment, and since my publisher doesn’t think it’s worth the money to send me out on a book tour, I’m a little more open to the idea of a free trip to Boston right now. So I scroll through the rest of the email to see if there’s at least some sort of honorarium involved, and when I get to the bottom, I find to my astonishment that what I’m actually reading is an invitation to pay $500 to attend a conference on blogging.
A conference on blogging as it existed in, say, November of 2001, I might add, with the left side of the blogosphere notable primarily for its absence. Even leaving myself out of the question where’s Kos, or Atrios? They’re two of the most widely-read bloggers by any standard you want to use, and most importantly by the only measurement that actually matters: site traffic.
But you know, even if Kos and Atrios were both attending hell, even if the panels were moderated by naked supermodels flown in specially for the occasion $500 to spend a weekend listening to people talk about blogging?
Sweet Jesus. Give me the bathtub full of ice.