Inside the App-tors Studio: Blogalicious11 Slides

What works in person…unscripted, non-bullety slides, doesn’t translate so well online. Please ask questions in the comments and we will try to conjure the technomagical moments again. You were an incredible crowd! Thank you.



Heading to DC to speak at a certain conference. Guess which one? In solidarity with the  bloggers who will be there I am going to try my very hardest to post every weekday between now and then.

This means two things

  • I will have more content with lower quality (makes me feel so American)
  • I will expect you to give me a hard time if I don’t stick to it. So this is a reader participation kind of thing, yo.


My early adopter  ways do not seem to be limited to technology. (That 3-d tv DOES have a super crisp picture despite the fact that VT has zero 3D channels.) When Oliver put on shorts and a t shirt with vest in hand, and Leo had long sleeves and jeans (no socks as a nod to September status) I decided that cords, a long sleeve shirt, a turtleneck wool sweater AND a down vest was the best choice for this morning.  I tend to pick my clothes based neither on forcast, nor current temp, but rather what I think OUGHT to work for the day. There was a crisp goldness to the view out the closed window that screamed sweater weather to me.

And sweat-er I did.

Standing in the school halls after drop-off chatting with a friend (whose 4 year old daughter sweetly perched on her hip without a peep, gender stereotypes be confirmed) I removed the vest first and began picking at my sweat-er neck more and more furiosly. Finally the conversation derailed completely to note my apparent desire to adopt both winter and menopause early.

As a side note to the side note I think overheating might be third in the long list of things that make me impatient and grumpy. Here is a draft list:

  1. Low blood sugar.
  2. Dog hair on everything (although that may be a sympton not a cause)
  3. Wool plus down on sunny 75 degree day.
  4. Religious services in languages I don’t understand.
  5. Hockey. (sorry babe)