Okay, regarding the post just before the one below: it's MEGApixels. MEGAPIXELS. I just looked at it and realized that I was apparently addicted to the word "pixels" in my exhaustion last night.
Also, relax about the dying alone thing - unless you intend to send me gifts as a consolation. It's just a subject line, people.
The last day at SXSW began at yet ANOTHER cool new coffee shop in Austin. They sell a FLAN latte. I got my regular vanilla....but maybe tomorrow before I leave.
This morning I began with the "Web Typography Sucks" panel, with these very soft-spoken British men,
who spoke at length about a number of things that I didn't at all understand. It's much more comforting to feel like a dumbass when the means is delivered in a soothing accent from two men who look like more butch Pet Shop Boys from a distance. Heard the strains of "What Have I Done to Deserve This" in the background, yes I did...minus Dusty, except in my head.
It poured CRAZY rain in Austin today. The rest of the morning panels didn't do much for me (film blogging was WAY too low key, and the "how to make money on the web" guy just sort of reeled off ideas I could have gotten from a book), so clearly I needed barbecue to recover. I walked to the Ironworks Barbecue joint because I heard the food was great and I had yet another craving for protein that seems to assault me when I cross this state line. It was really good. And to add to the authenticity, when the rain really started pouring down while I was eating, it streamed through the roof and down the pipe of the woodburing stove.
The afternoon was nice. The "how to make your lame podcast listenable" talk was at least spirited. Those guys knew what they were talking about with the microphones and whatnot. The music panel - with last.fm and ilike et al - was pretty good. I hung in there until the end, and can honestly say that I soaked up as much as I possibly could. I have some ideas kicking around in my head, and some inspiration, and that's so good. I just hope it carries over when I get home.
I skipped the final parties tonight because I was thoroughly sick of them, and spent a good evening at home with my wonderful host and friend. We watched American Idol and I showed her some of my photos, and we just generally kicked back and drank wine and had a grand old time. Home tomorrow. So much to do. Won't think about that now. Just one more half a day in Austin that I plan to enjoy until the last possible minute, and then I get to go home and see my dog. I really miss my dog. So lame, I know - but very true. And since the theme of this conference seemed to be an imperative to be "authentic" and "real" and to put yourself out there in hopes that people will dig it, I guess that's kind of fitting to admit.