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Pinball Wizard…

Shaunee, the evil kitten

The evil kitten

Today marks the 4th week-a-versary of my layoff. I honestly can’t believe it’s been that long. The time has FLOWN by. And while I’m certain that I’m jinxing myself by saying this…I really am enjoying unemployment.

I keep telling my kids “I’ve been working since I was 16 years old. It’s nice to have a break. Hopefully it will be short, but I’m going to enjoy it while I can.”

I still had some residual heartbreak. What can I say? I’m somewhat of a hopeless romantic. More like a pitiful romantic. Pathetic romantic.

So I had this conversation with my older son, who I’ll call “Buddha the Grouch” (I’ve decided the younger son is The Tao of C.)

Me: maybe I need to be more angry. Maybe then I would feel less sad.
Buddha the Grouch: you can’t use anger to mask your sadness.
Me. Maybe I’m using sadness to mask my anger!
Buddha the Grouch: maybe you should just not feel any fucking emotions. They are dumb.

He makes me laugh.

I also had breakfast with our evil kitten, who is quickly becoming a cat.

(Evil because she has a habit of biting – specifically, she has a habit of laying – enticingly adorably – splayed out in the middle of any given floor, then viciously attacking anyone who dares fall into the trap of cute that she has set.)

I did a fair amount of reading today – photographing important sections for later inspiration.

They force me to think about the day and remember what really happened

They force me to think about the day and remember what really happened

Self-Revelations

Self-Revelations

Imagining Emily Dickinson on a Wordy Day

Imagining Emily Dickinson on a Wordy Day

Making money is, on its own terms, totally meaningless

Making money is, on its own terms, totally meaningless

The lord who exploited them was better than the uncertainty of no lord at all

The lord who exploited them was better than the uncertainty of no lord at all

The world is being destroyed by popular demand.

The world is being destroyed by popular demand.

Walked to Pinballz with a friend and played mopped the floor with his ass at some pinball. Wrote in my journal. Read some more.

Creature From the Black Lagoon

Creature From the Black Lagoon

Kiss

Kiss

Hula Hula

Hula Hula

Hung laundry

in

the Magic Hour

of the Now Sun.

Had an awesome phone chat with one of my favorite people in the entire world, who helped me pull my ass out of my head and gave me some great advice.

And rejoiced in the fact that it’s still footie pajama weather. In April. In Austin. Celebrating with a footie pajama dance party.

Not an entirely bad way to mark a one-month anniversary.

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And now…the news:

I’m a Full-Blown Commoner. 🙂 Are you a commoner? Take the quiz to find out: http://bit.ly/10T6DqJ

Freaking superheros: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZRu9KC8MbQ

“Why do I raise my children this way? Because I want them to think for themselves, to have and express their own opinions. Just like, say, a New York Times columnist”

http://greatmomentsinparenting.com/topics/dear-childless-bystander/

“After a public pressure campaign through the Eviction Free Zone of Occupy Homes MN, Gayle Lindsey, a nursing assistant and grandmother in South Minneapolis, who was facing imminent eviction, has won a modification of her mortgage from M&T Bank. Her victory marks the seventh for Occupy Homes MN and the first in the Eviction Free Zone, a project that brings neighbors in the Central and Powderhornneighborhoods together to refuse to leave their homes without a fair negotiation.”

http://occupyamerica.crooksandliars.com/diane-sweet/south-minneapolis-grandmother-wins-loa

“The worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt,” wrote Sylvia Plath in her journal. And she couldn’t have been more accurate. Self-doubt can persuade us to stop creating or keep us from sending our work out into the world. It can be so influential that it colors how we see ourselves, ensuring we don’t pick up a pen, paintbrush, camera, or other tool for decades.

http://lifehacker.com/5993472/ten-ways-to-overcome-creativitys-number-one-crusher

I hope you all are happy, healthy, and creative. ❤

It’s really my favorite thing in the world. Tonight, I listened to punk rock & the rain & wrote in my journal. All in my freshly. made. bed.

I also had this conversation with Cole:

Me (taking a picture of my food): I’m blogging again, which means every moment of my life is way more interesting than it actually is.

Cole: yeah, that’s pretty much blogging on a nutshell.

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And read several items on the internet through the day:

Time Budgeting: https://medium.com/products-i-wish-existed/4f631ebb9b80 (I’ve written about this very topic here: http://choredork.blogspot.com/ and probably other places I cannot currently find. I’ll probably write more about it in the coming weeks, as I’m earnestly looking for someone(s) to help create the product that Ev is wishing existed.)

Watching Justin Timberlake and Jimmy Fallon do Barry and Andy Gibb, and cracking the fuck up: http://youtu.be/E7c44rtpzPg

Dreaming about a positive outcome for this lawsuit against the EPA being brought by beekeepers, environmentalists, and consumer groups.

Looking at pictures of yesterday’s Tent City Action taken by John Jack Anderson of the Chronicle.

Finally putting some information up on the Education Never Ends Facebook page.

Reliving Nick Cave.

Reading this article comparing Online learning to University, which I will probably opine about later, when I’ve set up the Education Never Ends blog. (Also, really guys? MOOCS of Hazard?)

…and the day began with a confirmed appointment with a mentor at SCORE.

Which really just proves that the following also applies to jobs:

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Habit-Forming

I figure the best time to “start blogging again” ™ is April Fool’s Day. That way, if I don’t ACTUALLY “start blogging again” I can play it off like it was some big April Fool’s joke.

In actuality (or maybe not, depending on whether this is an April Fool’s Joke) I would really like to start blogging again (for realsies – no quotesies) and it seems like the first of the month is a good time to start. Or the first day of my actual unemployment (after the severance pay is gone). Or the first day I’ve vowed to actually Do Something(s) Useful on a daily basis, therefore keeping a blog to document the Something(s) Useful I have done on a daily basis…

You get the picture.

I figure I’ll start easy, like old times, by just talking about what I did on a given day. A day in the life of an unemployed single mother. Maybe I’ll throw some pictures in for good measure. And, perhaps this act of reporting out will motivate me to continue to find interesting things to do on a regular basis and keep my ass out of depression mode and in inspiration mode.

So, today. What did I do today?

First there was Cole, who returned from his weekend with his father early in the morning. We read a bit of Penpal, which is getting quite suspenseful (I swear the author is becoming a better writer as the book progresses.)

I’ve been trying to spend as much time out on my front porch as possible now that I am free from the encumbrance of a morning rush. Today, I made myself a bagel and a cup of yesterday’s coffee and sat out reading Plutocrats: The Rise of the New Global Super Rich while I ate. After which, I went out for a walk, listening to music and writing poetry in my head.

I’m doing a sort of experimental project with voice recognition software. What I’ll do is walk around dictating lines of poetry that pop into my head, and not looking at how it’s translated  into text until much later, after I’ve forgotten what I actually said. Sometimes it’s much better than I ever could have imagined. Sometimes it’s a nonsensical jumble of words. At this point, I’m so averse to writing actual poetry that I would want to claim credit for that I’m happy to take whatever I can get. Perhaps I’ll share some one day. Today, all I got was:

“I am a irrepressible you are implacable but replaceable”

I walked for about an hour or so – enough to sweat and get a little pink – and then I made my way down to the pop-up tent city protest that was taking place just east of downtown. I hung out there for a bit, holding a sign and scheming with the Occupy Austin co-conspirators about stuff.

I’ve been avoiding a lot of social contact over the past few weeks. Avoiding talking things over with friends and acquaintances. I have some ideas for projects that I’m pretty excited about, and because I haven’t shared them, arm-wavingly, with other people, I have been slowly losing steam about getting them started and losing interest. This blog was actually something I schemed to help reverse that trend, although some of my ideas aren’t appropriate for discussion here because they’re private and I don’t want to share them until they are more fully developed. I’m glad I took time out today to talk to people who were able to offer feedback and enthusiasm for some of the plans I am hoping to hatch over the next few months, especially since some of them have plans of their own that I think would be compatible with mine. 🙂

ImageAt any rate, the pop-up tent city action was small, loosely organized, but so wonderful. I honestly can’t express enough about how thankful I am for the work that Occupy Austin and all of its loosely associated factions are doing. Yes, it’s chaotic and frequently disorganized. Yes, there are times when I feel like we don’t have focus. Yes, there’s all manner of other critical things one can say about the group and the individual actions, but the thing that still floors me is that we are a group of people who never ever would have met each other in any other context – some homeless, some housed, some jobless, some employed, with varying degrees of wealth and different cultures – working together to try to make a better world.Image

Sometimes that means standing on a street corner in front of a couple of pitched tents that say “The Shelters are Full” with signs proclaiming “400 beds, 10,000 homeless people” and “open up the buildings.” Sometimes that means organizing a show with a band from Oakland. And sometimes these individual actions seem meaningless, and maybe sometimes they are to some, but they mean a fuck of a lot to me. I’m proud of all of the people who take time out of their lives to organize actions, and so glad I now have the opportunity to support those actions more.

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I was out for a couple of hours before I started to get a little sunburned, and figured I should head home to fix dinner for the kiddos. Cooking is one of those other luxuries that I now have time for since I am unemployed. I used to spend Sunday cooking meals for the week, which worked out pretty well, but always made my weekend feel really short. Now I can just cook meals any old time. We’ve been trying to save money on groceries by shopping from a strict pantry list, with only minor deviations, so my challenge is always to find something that utilizes ingredients from that list. It’s been a fun challenge. Today, after winding down for a little while with Wendell Berry’s essay “The Body and the Earth” from _The Art of the Commonplace_,  I made Chickpea Salad with cous cous and steamed broccoli. It was pretty good, though it would have been better if I had made it in the morning and allowed all of the ingredients to have a party together in the fridge and become more marinatedy. Still, it was a nice healthy-ish meal, the kids didn’t complain, and it was super easy to make.

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After we ate, I ran out to Occupy Austin General Assembly at the Texas State Capitol. It’s been a very occupy-ish day today. There were only about 6 or 7 people there total, but we somehow managed to draw 4-5 DPS officers to us, which was annoying.

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Plans are being made to have a Mayday picnic with teach-ins and other activities, and I’m really excited that I have time to help organize. If you are reading this and you have a skill that you want to share, feel free to let me know. I’m going to be in charge of the teach-ins and skill shares. Aside from potlucks, that’s really my favorite thing to do.

General Assembly was short and informal. We talked about teach-in topics and technology and various things. I made an announcement someone asked me to make about an upcoming event, and the Occupy Austin End Homelessness representative announced their weekly meetings, and then it was over. The DPS agents who were standing around the whole time came down to make sure we didn’t have any contraband (i.e. CHALK – or something equally nefarious like water pistols!) and we all went our separate ways.

So, now here I am. Sunburned but full of excitement and plans. Bursting at the seams, it seems. Ready to close the book on today and get ready for tomorrow’s adventures.

P.S. I almost forgot I am going to end each day’s blog with a list of links that I’ve run across throughout the day and squirreled away at various places around the internet. A link dump, is what the kids used to call it, but that would just make everyone around here guffaw, so I won’t call it that:

Declaration of the Eviction-Free Zone

Ongoing Tech Problems Can Make You Feel Pranked

Announcing SXSWUni

 

Why I homeschool

I made the choice to homeschool my children early on in my career as a parent. In fact, my affinity for alternative education pre-dated even the idea that I might one day have children. As a young adult contemplating a college education, at one point I decided that I might want to go to school to become a teacher. An older friend of mine who had children that he homeschooled advised against that, and pointed me in the direction of John Holt, the man who many consider to be the grandfather of the modern homeschooling movement.

At that point in my life, the thought of having children was so nonexistent it was not even an abstract thought – it was a non-thought. However, I read some of the works of John Holt, as well as Summerhill, by A.S. Neil, and framed the principles of homeschooling and freeschooling in the context of my own life.

Growing up, I was the youngest in a family of 7 children. Either due to exhaustion, trust in me, or faith in the universe, my mother was a very hands-off parent. Most of the time, I was left to my own devices. I don’t remember there being a lot of rules in my house, and as I got older, I was the only one among my friends who had no curfew and who never got “grounded.” I also had a lot of freedom to do things like travel with friends and stay home from school. I took advantage of these freedoms in very positive ways. I would ask my mom to call me in to school so I could spend the day reading, for instance. Or, as I got older and started doing zines, I would stay home to write letters. Sometimes, I would be at school, and I would get the urge to walk around and write poems, so I would ask my mom to call the office and say I had a doctor’s appointment, and I would walk home and stop occasionally to transcribe the random thoughts that freedom allowed to percolate in my brain.

My mom took a chance by allowing me to have this freedom, and I feel like she made the right choice. Because I was allowed to make choices and do things that my friends weren’t allowed to do, I was extra careful to earn that responsibility retroactively. I did well in school, didn’t get into trouble, stayed away from drugs and drinking, and used my freedom to explore things that I found interesting and productive. As a result, I feel like I was better educated outside of my public school experience than I was inside. I will always be thankful to my mother for giving me the opportunity to explore my world without fear and with few limits. As a result of the freedom I was given, I have made some out-of-the-ordinary choices about what paths to take in life, and I have not had many regrets.

This is one of the main reasons I homeschool my own children, and why I am conscious of what I allow/disallow in their lives. I feel that as long as they are responsible with their freedom, exploring their world, and staying on top of the academics that will help them achieve their long-term goals (when they get around to figuring out what those are) they have the right to their freedom, as well as the responsibilities that come with it. And, as their parent, I should have the right to allow them to pursue that freedom, as well as the responsibility to ensure it is not to their detriment.

See on Scoop.itCommunity Technology

“Are more and more people in the western world dropping off the radar and becoming the invisible poor or is the opposite happening?  We recently heard that an astounding 46 million Americans are officially below the poverty line (That’s $23,050/year for a family of four according to the official sources).  That number really caught our eye and as such we decided to do a little more digging to help put some more facts and figures around it.  Above is a nice visualization of the results we came up with.”

See on www.paydayloan.co.uk

This is just ridiculous, guys. Will you please wake the fuck up? They are arresting people all over the country today. FOR WRITING IN CHALK ON SIDEWALKS. Are you ready to admit that this is a nationwide coordinated effort to silence all dissent yet? Because I’m getting kind of tired of having to witness this crap and trying to convince you all that this is ACTUALLY happening. In our country.Image

Today, children and adults alike engaged in some very innocent play by drawing and writing in the sidewalk with chalk. We were expressing our right to free speech and assembly in a playful, impermanent way. The same way children have been expressing their rights to assemble and play for decades.The state troopers were gathered across the street, and an undercover agent (I shit you not) was parked across the street, watching us with binoculars. (I TOTALLY SHIT YOU NOT!)Image

We had enough time to do a significant amount of chalking before the 10 or so state troopers gathered up like they do. Sort of like a copflock. A murder of cops? At any rate, they huddled up, and soon approached en masse upon the 10 or so of us who were chalking and documenting the chalking.

Handcuffs out, they targeted two people: The guy with the mask, and the woman with the “Peaceful Streets” t-shirt on. Cuffed them, as we protested and questioned whether they even had jurisdiction where we were. The site was specifically chosen because it is public property and NOT on the capitol grounds. Maude knows we don’t want to have any more run-ins with officer “Can’t tell the difference between a neon green squirt gun and a real gun, so I can’t guarantee I won’t shoot your ass if you have a squirt gun out in my vicinity.”Image

That would be Officer Cummings, by the way. He was Officer Annoyingpants at the J4 celebration. Constantly interrupting our peaceful teach-ins to remind us that they were watching us and they wouldn’t let us get away with such nefarious things as Having Signs With Political Messages On Them, Drawing Flowers With Chalk, or Engaging in a Playful Water Fight On a Hot Summer Day, or Pitching a Symbolic Tent That Symbolizes Our Right to Fair Housing And Equal Consideration In Our Political Process, Regardless Of How Much Or Little Money We Have. He was the instigator-in-chief at this event, as well. I’m embarrassed for him. I asked him whether he plans to tell his children that he arrested people for drawing in chalk on the sidewalk today. I believe he’s the officer who told the children present that they were committing a crime and that chalk is destruction of property. I’m sure that seed will sprout into a healthy distrust of the police when those kiddos realize (if they didn’t already) that CHALK washes off and destroys NOTHING. (How hard is it to be a parent these days, when police officers do so many morally inappropriate things. How can anyone expect me to teach my highly skeptical children that they should obey laws because they are legitimate, and then have a police officer cite a law that is so completely illegitimate? Officer: You put me in an incredibly difficult place as a parent. I’m kind of used to being in that place, unfortunately, as I do my best to navigate the roles of activist parent, activist, parent, active parent, parent activist…while also attempting to do my best to allow my children the sovereignty to form their own ideas, even if that means their ideas often conflict with mine. Which is something I’m being asked to do a lot lately.

At any rate, after the two criminally mischievous ones were hauled away, Officer Cummings came across the street to shoot photos of our heinous crimes. (Remember, we are still talking about chalk, here.) Afterwards, he REACHED FOR HIS GUN as a random pedestrian made the mistake of running across the street without realizing that Officer Cummings is that trigger-happy dude who, as I said above, can not distinguish a plastic squirt gun from a real gun, a piece of chalk from an instrument of Criminal Mischief (class B, because I guess they had to justify having so many officers out for NON-PERMANENT CHALK THAT CAN BE WASHED AWAY WITH A BUCKET OF WATER.) and a guy trying to catch the light from a DANGEROUS PERSON ARMED WITH CHALK WHO MUST BE ELIMINATED. I am seriously concerned about Officer Cummings. Actually, I am seriously concerned that any member of our police force would choose to reach for a gun as a first response to any sort of pedestrian encounter without any solid eImagevidence or clue that said pedestrian, or anyone else in the vicinity, has any propensity to violence whatsoever.ImageIt’s a scary fucking world we live in where people can just be engaging in a harmless, fun, creative activity – A form of protest, but an entirely non-threatening, non-violent one – and can just be hauled away in handcuffs without any warning. I really thought I had seen it all when it comes to ridiculous police response for benign non-offenses. Apparently, I had not. I came away from our action today feeling yet more radicalized and at the same time more frightened of the erosion of my rights and the rights of all of us. It was sobering.

And like I came around to feeling about the arrest at J4, I very much feel like Audrey and Corey are superheroes for being arrested. They weren’t expecting it. None of us were. I mean, who actually expects to be arrested for chalking? We’ve all done it millions of times. The moment it becomes a crime is when it stops being “innocent” child’s play and starts becoming OUR CONSTITUTIONALLY PROTECTED RIGHT TO FREE SPEECH.
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As a parent, I know that kids can draw their own conclusions about that.

Mic check!

 

Mr. Friedman’s company Stratfor

is a private security firm

that government agencies pay

to gather “intelligence”

(and I use that term loosely)

on private citizens

exercising their rights

to free speech and assembly.

We are pleased that wikileaks

recently returned the favor

by releasing numerous leaked emails

about Stratfor’s activities

According to the leaked emails

-along with many other questionable activities-

Stratfor gathered information

from at least one Texas DPS officer

who was operating undercover

within the Occupy Austin movement.

 

We object to being spied on

by agencies who are paid

to serve and protect us.

We object even more

to private security firms

making money

by interfering with our rights

to assemble

and petition our government

for a redress of grievances.

 

Free speech and free assembly

are rights guaranteed

in our constitution

we object to attempts

to deter anyone

from exercising them.

 

 

Mr. Friedman

our freedom

is not your profit margin.

Our rights

are not for sale.

 

Mic Check!

We are the 99%

we will not be silent

about your crimes

against the populace

Occupy Austin!

Occupy SXSW!

Occupy Everywhere!

 

For more information:

http://wikileaks.org/the-gifiles.html

 

http://www.austinchronicle.com/news/2012-02-03/strange-bedfellows/

 

http://dissenter.firedoglake.com/2011/12/01/spy-files-published-by-wikileaks-detail-massive-international-surveillance-industry/

Mic check!

 

Mr. Friedman’s company Stratfor

is a private security firm

that government agencies pay

to gather “intelligence”

(and I use that term loosely)

on private citizens

exercising their rights

to free speech and assembly.

We are pleased that wikileaks

recently returned the favor

by releasing numerous leaked emails

about Stratfor’s activities

According to the leaked emails

-along with many other questionable activities-

Stratfor gathered information

from at least one Texas DPS officer

who was operating undercover

within the Occupy Austin movement.

 

We object to being spied on

by agencies who are paid

to serve and protect us.

We object even more

to private security firms

making money

by interfering with our rights

to assemble

and petition our government

for a redress of grievances.

 

Free speech and free assembly

are rights guaranteed

in our constitution

we object to attempts

to deter anyone

from exercising them.

 

 

Mr. Friedman

our freedom

is not your profit margin.

Our rights

are not for sale.

 

Mic Check!

We are the 99%

we will not be silent

about your crimes

against the populace

Occupy Austin!

Occupy SXSW!

Occupy Everywhere!

 

For more information:

http://wikileaks.org/the-gifiles.html

 

http://www.austinchronicle.com/news/2012-02-03/strange-bedfellows/

 

http://dissenter.firedoglake.com/2011/12/01/spy-files-published-by-wikileaks-detail-massive-international-surveillance-industry/

These are the events I will be playing Southby Roulette with tomorrow. Which ones I actually attend will be decided when I’m in the previous session. 

 

9:30 AM

Can Gaming Make the World Better?

Stand with Planned Parenthood: A Crisis Response

Material Change-Tackling Human Rights with Artists

The New Black? How Digital Ed is Everything

Fixing Broke(n) Governments Through Serious Games

Tech Detox: Can You Survive a Day w/o Technology?

Food Trucks Share Social Media Tips

The Mind & Consciousness As an Interface

Make a Kinection: The Future of Interactive Design

11 AM

The Nick Denton Interview: The Failure of Comments

21st Century Giving: Social Philanthropy’s Rise

Community Regeneration Through Digital Literacy

Mother Goose Got Punked: Next Gen Visual Stories

A New Culture of Learning: Gaming, Tech, Design

Out of This World Engagement

Vote4Geeks: Why Techies Should Run for Office

The Rise of Brooklyn Food Scene

Open Source & the Changing Tech Landscape

We the People: Creating a Consumer’s Bill of Rights

Driving the Change: Public Media Goes Transmedia

12:30 PM

Optimism: The Ultimate Revolutionary Act

Curing a Rage Headache: Internet Drama & Activism

Right to Be Forgotten: Forgiveness or Censorship?

No Brochures: Digital Storytelling for Nonprofits

Designing Positive Daily Addications

Public Lab: Mapping, DIY Activism & Civic Science

But Hasn’t Politics Always Been Social?

Crowdsourcing Government: Why Access Matters

How to Run a Social Site and Not Get Users Killed

Open Art, Open Audiences: The Edinburgh Festivals

Better Food Through Open Data Standards

Social Media is a Bubble and SXSW is a Fad

Turning Slacktivism into Online Activism

Once & Future King: Can Syndication Save Content?

2 PM

Ambient Location and the Future of the Interface

3:30 PM

Design, Build, Transform

White Space: Shaping Nothing for Clean Design

Preserving the Creative Culture of the Web

The Smart Grid is Inseperable from the Internet

Discardia: More Life, Less Stuff

Oh, the Places You’ll End Up Hanging Around

Funny or Die: Future of Comedy & Everything Else

The UnCollege: Learning Outside University

Reprogram Your Yard, Then Eat it

Data is the New Oil: Wealth and Wars on the Web

The Power of Contemplative Play

Video Games: The Supreme Court and What’s Next

5 PM

How Is Internet Helping People Make Their Own Laws

The Infinite Resource: Growth on a Finite Planet

Reinventing the Graphic Novel for the iPad

Hacking the Citizen Experience

4-Hour Work Week is BS: Truths of Working Smarter

Austin 2032: Shaping Future Cities with Mobile Data

Don’t Just Sell Things: Change the World

Security and Privacy in Social Networks

On the Internet, Everyone Knows You’re a Dog

How to Personalize Without Being Creepy II

6 PM

Geo Interfaces for Actual Humans

 

After all of this, at 8:30 PM, I will be attending the vigil for Byron Carter at the intersection of 8th and I-35, on the east side (northbound) of the highway. For more information about this event, see here.

My plan for sxswi is to target panels of interest and then go wherever my day leads me. If you are here, you can find me at @drublood on twitter, or email me (drublood@gmail.com) for other contact information. I’d love to meet up and chat! Here’s what I have targeted for today:

11 AM

The Start-Up of YOU

The Power of Fear in Networked Publics

The Most Wanted Unusual Suspect: Markia Zuckerberg

Making Stories: Libraries & Community Publishing

A Conversation with Joss Whedon

Reflections of a Zen Digital Nomad

Big Social Media Results at Small Organizations

12:30 PM

HTML5 and CSS3: Does Now Really Mean Now?

The Great Library Swindle: Your Rights Are At Risk

Do People Really Want Participatory Government?

Building Community Engagement Around Open Content

SOPA Media Coverage Dissected

Is Social Media a Human Right?

Creative Energy: Renewing the Fight for Renewables

All of the Late Break + Future15 in Texas Ballroom 1-3 @ the Hyatt

Multiple Personalities – Not a Disorder but the Norm

Shoebox Full of Photos: Beyond Digital Storage

Cloudy with a Chance of Gaming

Crowd Sourcing Community Projects Like Tom Sawyer

2 PM

Keynotunde!!!!!

3:30 PM

The Secret Life of Links

Catch Me if you Can: Frank Abnagale 10 Years Later

?uestlove: Social Media for Minority Mindshare

Read/Write Library: Mapping a City Through Media

Communities of Transparency: Open Data in Action

Winning the Story Wars

Why Doesn’t Congress Grok the Internet?

Decentralized Organizations: Do They Work?

The Secrets and Surprises of DIY Promotion

Crowdsourcing Science

The Curators and the Curated

Rise of the Indie Web

5 PM

The View From Inside Rainn Wilson’s Brain

The Wars of Tech

Abundance: The Future is Better Than You Think

Binary Bitches: Keeping Open Source Open to Women

A Carlin Home Companion

The Public is Present: Exhibition Subsites at MoMA

Beyond SOPA/PIPA Moving Forward w Engine Advocacy

Screw the Job Market: Young + Passionate =/= Broke

Welcome to the Chaos: The Distributed Workplace

Erasing Lines Between Physical and Digital Worlds

Crowd Sourced & Collaborative Story-Writing

How to Break Through the Noise with Great Events

Games 4 Change: Great Power, Great Responsibility

Reporters & Evangelists: Politics of Online News

 

…Not sure if I will be attending any evening events this year…