I set myself on fire and people come to watch me burn. ~John Wesley
I’m certain John Wesley couldn’t have even fathomed the modern notion of personal blogging when he described how he drew a crowd to his open air sermons in London during the 18th Century. But it’s possibly the best description of blog writing I have heard.
Certainly some people are preaching a similar gospel to Wesley on their blogs, but most are simply using the fire of the Internet to tell their unique stories: of their professions, their families, themselves, their path through this life.
We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do not seem to share this longing, which is one reason they write so little. ~Anne Lamott
I partied like a rockstar on a downtown rooftop last night with an amazing group of women bloggers. A dear friend, Kyran, put together a CheeseburgHer – Little Rock party in conjunction with BlogHer 2010. I knew many of the women there already. I met some new ones. They are all easy to like instantly. We all have a lot of words. We all live out loud to some degree. We all want to be heard, both figuratively and literally, which is to say, it was a little bit loud. Please, there was wine, cheeseburgers and gorgeous women, it wasn’t going to be a quiet gathering. Full Disclosure: I was a big part of the loudness/ troublemaking/ potstirring section of the party.
We also did the most important thing a group of people can at a gathering: we celebrated life, specifically the birth of our friend Amy. I brought what had to be the most sparkle fabulous disaster of a cupcake cake I have ever seen. She loved it. Who could not a love something that awful?
While we have all figuratively lit ourselves up, in what can be attributed to odd camerawork and poorly placed candles, Amy and my shenanigans appear to be about to light me up FO REAL! Now that’s HAUTE!