The SXSW Minefield Comes to an End
After 4 days of trying to deftly navigate the trecherous waters of
panels and keynotes and parties and sideways brautwurst vendors, my
time at SXSWi has come to an end. So goodbye, Austin, and goodbye
Driskill Hotel with your broken thermostat. Goodbye endless line of
Q&A audience members who actually had no intelligible questions and
were just grabbing the mic for some free PR for your busted 'start-up.'
Goodbye actual rock stars (like Michael Stipe who we bumped into last
night at Pangea), the kind of rock star that the dot-com nerdster rock
star really wishes they themselves were (if not, then why do you play
Rock Stat so much?).
Hellow home, my beautiful, loverly wife and darling Bubby! Easy trade
any time, anywhere!