I attended my first Blogher conference over the weekend, something I've been itching to do for about three years. Like many participants, I've been struggling with what to say about it.
Tuesday night, after reading a dozen rants (some of them very good) about selling out, offensive sponsor- and stuff-related behavior, and laudable new reviewer policies, I dug through my backpack and purse and piled up all the stuff I brought home from Blogher 09:
That's it (not including the kiwi and piece of candy that I ate and a couple of missing pens).
I did bring home a few things (not SWAG) from Blogher that I'm really pleased with:
- a little stack of business cards of bloggers I met,
- I kid-size I-Love-Canada t-shirt and a jar of honey butter (OMG that stuff's good), a gift from my lovely roommate,
- and, a book that will be great fodder for blogging and frugal living which I was given by another blogger after we discussed my new adventure.
There are some interesting definitions of SWAG or schwag over at Urban Dictionary, but however your spell it, it and behavior at Blogher regarding it are all over the twitter-verse and blog-o-sphere this week.
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in which he lays out a progressively longer yoga and mediation
practice. He recommends eschewing other exercise in the process, to be
reintroduced later if desired.
a very western title for a weekend intensive yoga and mediation
retreat. Since Mac and Maya are staying a few days with his parents in
August while I pursue 
