13 posts tagged “vox”

Apparently the folks from Pownce have made their way over to Six Apart...and Vox?

According to the fabulous Susan Mernit:

News today that SixApart, the blogging/CMS/publishing tools company that powers this blog, has acquired Pownce, the twitter-like microblogging service run by Leah Culver and others and launched almost a year ago...

As with Rael Dornfest, this is clearly a talent and tools acquisition, but with this acquisition comes the "advisory services" of Digg's Kevin Rose and Dan Burka. In his acquisition.welcome post, CEO Chris Alden notes his plans to marry Vox and Pownce; you can see the vox blogs of Leah and Mike Malone have been up for 5 whole seconds. Community manager Ariel Waldman also has a brand spankin new Vox blog, so I'd say that signals intent to bring some of the Pownce cool kids sass into the now snooz-ier than planned Vox brand.

Question: Does this mean that VOX will finally be getting some love? Does this mean it will be compatible with Firefox 3?

I'm excited and nervous all at once.

Dear Mozilla, Microsoft and Six Apart,

I am a big fan of yours. Really, I am.

However, when I'm using either Firefox,  Movable Type, Vox, and Vista, somehow, someway, if I go to upload a photo, Firefox crashes and burns.

Considering Movable Type has that nifty "auto save" feature and recovers lost content, I never really lose a post while I'm using it - especially considering Firefox has the "restore session" button when it suddenly closes without warning.

However, Vox's "recover" option does not work as well as Movable Type's and did not recover the correct content when I went to upload a photo on Vox and Firefox suddenly closed.

I selected the "restore session" option and waited patiently for Vox to recover my post...but no. It simply reverted back to the version of the post I had saved as "draft" about six hours ago.

Do the Firefox and Vox "recover/restore" features battle it out to save the content and Vox (unfortunately) wins?

What happened?

Also, why does it always crash when I'm trying to upload a photo? This happens once or twice a day when I'm using a blogging application made by Six Apart (which is a large portion of my day, I might add.) This does not happen when I upload a photo to any other website or with any other social networking sites like Facebook.

Please know that I love you dearly and I think that you're all golden, but I'm just wondering why this is.

Is this Vista's fault? Do I need to put the smack down on Bill?

Do Firefox, Six Apart's blogging apps and Vista just not get along?

Does this happen to anyone else?

This has happened to me on my old work PC and my laptop so I know it's not the computer I'm using. The only common link I can find are the browser I'm using, the blogging applications I use, and my choice of operating system.

Please help. I don't want to break up with any of you, but consistently losing content that I've put a lot of hard work is probably the worst feeling for any writer.

Help!!!

Yours faithfully (for the time being),

Cate
xx

ps. Please note how plain this post looks without any photos. It's heartbreaking.

Last Sunday, my interview in The Observer Woman came out.

When this happened, I was over the Pacific, America, Canada, Greenland, or the Atlantic, so I didn't get to do that exciting thing of going into the shop, buying it, ripping it open and fumbling through the pages until I see my big fat head in print and squeal, "OH MY GOD I LOOK HUGE."

No, I had to do that at my desk at work the next morning because a lovely bunch of folks went out and bought me like 343 copies. Thank you, I heart you.

Now, I've been contemplating writing about what I really think about all this because I hate it when people bitch about good opportunities that come their way. Like, "Yeah, sure I was on Oprah. But she was sort of rude and, well, I didn't like how her stylist did my hair. And the bagels in my dressing room sucked. I'm seriously never going on there again. Even if she fucking begged me. Pshaw." But I felt like it would be very unlike myself to not bite the hand that feeds me, or to bitch about something that should ultimately be a positive experience. So, here is my BEHIND THE SCENES TELL ALL story of what I think.

Before I bitch, let me just say that I'm truly thankful and honoured to be interviewed, and to even been considered one of the "new feminists". Having a tape recorder shoved in my face and being blinded by those giant umbrella lights was one of the coolest experiences of my life.

...And that is why I'm so disappointed by how it turned out.

Firstly, contrary to what some may have alluded to, no we did not have makeovers. Are you joking? Do you SEE my hair? Does that look like I had someone do my hair? There was a makeup lady there, although they told us there wouldn't be, so I had some hot chick at MAC do my makeup before I got there.

There wasn't a stylist, so no, they didn't dress us in the new Topshop line. We dressed ourselves. I assume this is either due to a tiny budget for the lowly feminsts, and/or they didn't want to insult our feminist values. Personally, if they had said, "We want to put you in this Vivienne Westwood gown and put 388lbs of makeup and hairspray on you, would that be cool?" I would have high fived them and let them do whatever. MY GOD I'M GOING TO BE IN A MAGAZINE, MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A STAR. (How non-feminist of me, I know. Whatever. Suck it.)

I'm not sure why we look like a Dove ad or a Feminism Club high school yearbook photo, but I'm pretty sure I look better in spontaneous, drunken photos that are on Facebook, than I do in this professional photo.

Secondly, no, no, NO we were not told our highly intelligent, witty, disgustingly brilliant answers would be reduced to  tiny sound bites displayed in a ridiculous chart.

 

Besides the fact that it looks like my boob is resting on the fabulous Jess McCabe's head, and that the art direction seems to imply that they're hiding the fact that I'm really 300lbs and are concealing my massive body behind everybody else - what I'm most frustrated with is the fact that I was horribly misquoted.

From what I've heard, most of the girls were misquoted. If it were the odd word here or there, that wouldn't really bother me. It's a magazine, I except it. (And as Gemma says, "Once you've been misquoted you know you've made it!") But not only were the answers I used for one question, used for another, but the quotes were just like lazy, thrown together regurgitations of what I said. This is even more concerning as my interview lasted at least a half hour, and was bloody tape recorded. If you can't read the interview in the scan above, our answers are all online HERE.

How did you become a feminist?
"...So I started Cupcate, which brings together female-orientated blogs."

Um...since when does this blog "bring together female-orientated blogs"? I'm guessing they meant Dollymix. I don't know.

Are men necessary?

"Of course! Though not George Bush."

When have I ever made a George Bush joke? Let's be real. First, that was not my answer. Secondly, the only time I can remember saying 'George Bush' was when she asked me the question "Which men in the public eye do you dislike?" and I laughed and said, "How many people so far have said 'George Bush'."

Can you be a feminist and go to a lap-dancing club?

"I'm not interested in good feminists and bad feminists. I can do whatever I want so long as I'm aware of why I'm doing it. The important thing is to make informed decisions."

I don't remember saying, "I'm not interested in good or bad feminists..." nor do I say things like "so long as". I think that was the jist of my point, but I didn't think interviews were summaries of what you said.

There have been a ton of criticism over this "feature" by a lot of different women online, however, the most heated comes from The Observer Woman Makes Me Spit blog (go figure):

What made us spit is that when OWM finally got around to discussing feminist ideas, they do so by reducing them to vacuous soundbites in response to brainless questions. It is hard to imagine a format less likely to produce revealing, informative, thought-provoking, persuasive or intelligent analysis.

Meanwhile the neighbouring feature on the New Misogynists was about 3,000 words long, featuring in depth interviews that gave you a real insight into the (ugly) minds of the subjects, lovingly portrayed as dashing rogues. If you can honestly see nothing worthy of mockery and ridicule there, then you should probably just move along.

Amen. What I find the most comforting is that not one person mocked the nine women interviewed. I'm just thankful that everyone has given us the benefit of doubt, and placed blame on the OW.

It's just sad that the young! hot! feminists! of today were given a shot to really sound off (as best as we could) on why feminism is still necessary - and instead we got asked, "DO women really need men like a fish needs a bicycle afterall?"

Ah well. As far as I'm concerned, it's still good publicity. Fuck, we were all in a magazine. That's pretty amazing. I mean, before this, I was in the Laguna Citizen because I was Little Red in my high school's production of Into The Woods. That's a bit of a jump.

Plus, this gives any other major magazines *cough*BUST*cough* and newspapers *cough*THE NEW YORK TIMES*cough* a chance to give us hot, young, feminists of today a chance to speak in full sentences of ten words or more.

At a certain conference I recently attended, I made a point of going to the session on "Women and Blogging".

I mean, like, I'm a woman! I blog! The thought of going to a talk strictly about women and blogging made me want to go to the entire conference. I mean, come on, women and blogging! Feminism and blogging?! Talk about my two favorite things!

All I would have needed was Ewan McGregor in a kilt feeding me ranch flavored cupcakes and I would have had the best time ever. (Did I saw Ewan? I meant IAIN. Hi honey.)

Basically, I was stoked about this session. However, when a 30-year-old, over-achiever with a perfect pony tail, perfectly creased jeans, and perfectly trendy thick rimmed glasses bounced up to the front of the room to discuss "Blogging!1!!!", I felt myself break out into hives.

The first sign that shit was going down was when she couldn't figure out how to turn the projector on to show us her super neat power point presentation, and then enthusiastically started talking about "Weblogs" that connected to each other through "comments" and "hyperlinks".

Did you know, that there are internet web communities based on blogging?

And did you know that there are women who have built a sisterhood online, like, ON THE INTERNET and that these women become, like, friends and stuff?

Apparently this enthused gal, who was rather fascinated by the HOT! NEW! TREND! of keeping a "weblog...online", had been following a group of women who all blogged about trying to get pregnant, and going to IVF treatments, etc.

She was amazed at how these women cared for each other, and that they would "Post like 70 comments on each other's blogs when they found out when someone was pregnant! 70!"

The entire time I was shitting my pants and foaming at the mouth whenever she said "hyperlinked". It pained me that she was speaking like an expert on women who blog, trying to use "the lingo" by saying shit like,"No I never comment. I don't want to de-lurk myself." and was basically suggesting that the way women bond online is only over trying to have babies.

Please note that I'm not knocking people who use their blog to discuss trying to get pregnant. The lovely Ana did/does this, and I think it's fabulous! However, speaking as an expert on women bloggers, only paying attention to women who use their blog to discuss motherhood, and acting like, "Oh this is what women do. They blog about their uteruses (uteri??)." is just fucking irritating.

But, perhaps the part of this talk was when she posed the question:

"What is the biggest issue with women and blogging?"

and answered it with:

"Not every woman has a computer or access to the internet, and therefore cannot blog."

...And I responded by passing out and convulsing for the next 20 minutes.

Yes, because my biggest problem with blogging has CLEARLY been the fact that my internet dies occasionally.

Or that, ya know, sometimes we can't figure out how to turn on our computers and "therefore can't blog".

Give. Me. A. Fucking. Break.

I raised my hand and said,

 "Um..sorry. But what about the sexual harassment of women online? Kathy Sierra? There are women who are threatened with with rape and violence simply because they've written their views online!? They're basically stalked..."

To which I got a blank stare, and then a slight glimmer of understanding when she replied:

"Oh yea. No, yeah, I think I've heard about that happening in chat rooms. I'll look into that and let you know if I find anything."

CHAT ROOMS? IS THIS 1998???

Basically, I'm not going to go on and on about how women are harassed online - because this isn't just a female issue.

 Men are harassed online: crazed ex girlfriends try to ruin their current relationships with lies, or they're berated for being Republican, or Asian, or being "too macho"...

Personally, I know I've had my fair share of The Trolls. If you've been round these pink parts long enough (how dirty did that sound?) I'm sure you've noticed the manipulative liars, racists pigs, sexist assholes, and angry pro-anorexia girls  that like to put in their two cents. Ya know, helpful advice, like telling me to go back to my own country, or that I should pull my head out of my ass.

At work, I've dealt with Trolls that have called me a "self hating bitch" (that came from a nazi lover), or who have argued with me that YES CALIFORNIANS DO WEAR WELLIES, you GEOGRAPHIC MORON.

Is it that women get more harassed online because the internet is like a misogynists' playground, giving men, and female hating women, a place to spread their venom? Is it that people are really still that adverse to women being mouthy, opinionated, and angry...

Is that men are just as harassed online as women, and that women are just harassed in a different way?

I, of course, have my own opinion on this, (shocking I know) but I'm curious as to how many men, as well as women, have been seriously harassed/stalked/threatened online?

Share your thoughts! Let me pick your brain!

Hi everyone!!!

Really, I'm not dead.

However I have been suffering from a really fantastic toothache that started last Sunday, but I kept thinking, "It will go away. It'll fade. It'll go away. It'll go away. IT WILL GO AWAY."

But, here we are, Thursday night Friday night, and I'm still alternatively popping Co-Codoamol and Ibuprofen and swabbing my mouth with Listerine and then Ambesol and then toothpaste and then more Ambesol. And then whiskey.

Yes, I hear you, GO TO THE FUCKING DENTIST.

Which would be a lot fucking easier if I didn't have an overwhelming fear of the dentist. Why am I afraid of the dentist?

Age 5: Cate has bad reaction to laughing gas, makes her freak out and feel like she's dying...rips off "dental bib", and starts screaming bloody murder. Claws through the air, which she believes to be a glass wall, to get to her mom.

Age 19: Cate needs root canal because she's scared of the dentist and doesn't like to go. Dentist doesn't use enough Novocaine before he starts drilling, LOTS OF PAIN, she see stars and almost pass out.

So, there you go.

But, aside from ringing up lots and lots of cranky, British dental secretaries and asking them if they have a contract to give out Valium ("Or any other sedatives. Anything? No?") I've been a bit busy....

As you might have seen around the hood, or on Miss.Scotch's magnificent tits, it was my birthday on the 2nd.

I got drunk on cheap cider and took a lot of photos of myself - as one naturally does on their berfday.

It was good times...

Oh, and then we moved flats three days later. For the past month we had been living with Iain's brothers, and while I love them dearly, I never want to live with two bachelors again. Ever. (BUT I LOVE YOU BOTH VERY MUCH!!) But seriously. Never ever.

Packing was tricky, but at least I had my priorities in order...

Step one:

Step two:

And there you have it, Vodka Bunk Beds!

...Also known as "How People With Drinking Problems Move!"

Thank you all so much for your birthday wishes, and for all of your constant support and interest in my cupcaked, immigrant, bloggiful life.  I love you all. I do! I do!

More pictures of our new place to come soon....

(I have a pink kitchen, y'all. Complete with cupcake candles. You can only begin to imagine my excitement!!!!)

The past month has brought up a lot of generally shitty stuff in the Land O' Blogs.

The online attacks and threats against female bloggers Kathy Sierra and Devious Diva lead to the Blogging Code Of Conduct proposal by Tim O'Reilly, that either pissed a lot of people off, or had them nodding in agreement.

There's a division brewing in the so-called *blogosphere*, and I hate to say it, but even here on Vox.

In any community, there are fights, and lies, and snarky comments, and the fur will occasionally fly.

And obviously, everybody knows that on in social networking and in online communities, these are byproducts of having more than 3 people connected, and this shit will happen.

However, communities are not just formed of crazy outsiders, Others, or random folks. They're made of US. It's our own personal responsibility to TAKE responsibility and own up to what we say and do online. The emails we send. The comments we leave.

Some try to cop out and say,"Well, it's the Internet. Things happen so quickly and everything's so instant, it's hard to think fully about what we're saying before we post it." Sorry, but no one's holding a fucking water pistol to your head, forcing you to press 'Post' other than yourself. And because everything is so instant, maybe that should cause us to think even harder about what we're saying.

However, the truth of the matter is, our once small community is growing. Rapidly. We're all starting to deal with the "Check out my awesome band!!1!" messages and are learning that if you're going to post a bitch fest about one of your *haters*, chances are, somehow, some way, they will either read it or hear about it. It's the internet, not a fucking Hello Kitty diary you keep hidden under your mattress.

Just because you have the legal right to say whatever you want, doesn't always mean that you SHOULD.

I'm sure all of us have had to learn, at one point or another, to grow thicker skin, or learn to not take every bad thing someone says about us personally.

As O'Reilly said: "Never wrestle with a pig. You both get dirty, but the pig likes it."

Bottom line, we all need to take the efforts into making Vox and the entire blogosphere a FUN, inspiring, proactive, SAFE, respectful and a free place to express ourselves and share our lives online.

Not everyone is going to get along or agree, but as bloggers and writers, we need to own our words. We also need to OWN our blogs.

This is exactly what the Take Back The Blog! blogswarm is about.

It's about OWNING respect, and the freedom to express yourself online safely, without having to worry about extreme harassment and threats online.

It's about taking YOUR blog back. Back from all the dramatic melodrama bullshit, and getting your blog back to what YOU want it to be about.

Bruce from Crablaw has organized this kick as blogswarm, and is hosting Take Back The Blog!

Bruce says that Take Back the Blog is in support of:

"The rights of women to participate fully in all aspects of our society, including specifically online in the world of blogging but indeed everywhere and at all times, day and night, without fear of harassment, intimidation, sexual harassment, online stalking and slander, or predation or violence of any sort."

Can I get a fuck yes?

Take Back The Blog! is taking place this Saturday, April 28th.

If you're wondering what the fuck a "blogswarm" is, The Lazy Iguana has the best definition:

"A 'blogswarm' is when a bunch of people blog about the same crap ON PURPOSE! It is a premeditated thing, as opposed to the usual randomness that tends to rule the Internet. Order from chaos. Entropy. Call it whatever you want."

For full details, please read Bruce's post over at Crablaw.

This isn't even just about WOMEN and WOMEN'S RIGHTS. This is about all of us, and how we're going to shape the safety and the future of blogging.

I'd go all P.Diddy on you and threaten "Post or Die!" but that may be sort of defeating the purpose of this entire thing...

**UPDATE** I just came across this article today called:  "Is your self-worth wrapped up in your blog", and I think it brings up an excellent point, and touches on some issues that I've read throughout Vox.

Aaaaaaand we're back!

I really don't even know where to start...

We just got back yesterday, we're super jet lagged, but it's all good...because instead of relaxing and sleeping in, we're back at work and trying to find a place to live as we're basically getting kicked out of our flat on April 30th.

Woooo!

The BayVox meet-up was probably one of the coolest nights of my life...

Honestly.

I got to meet a ton of my Vox Homies, drank Cosmos, sang Karaoke, and even received THREE glorious bottles of Vox Vodka.

Best. Night. Ever.

Instead of me trying to chronologically explain to you how busy, fun, drunk, and memorable our wedding reception and trip back to the 916 was...

I'll just show you...

Out of the 706 photographs we combined from most of our family members, these are our favorites....

Vox! There you are!

This is me, posting for the sake of letting everyone know that I haven't committed homicide, genocide, or any of the other scarier 'cide's ...

I've been playing grown-up and going into a real live office every morning, and sitting at a real live desk, and printing documents and highlighting things on Post-Its and sticking them on my monitor so I seem like I'm important and have things I need to remember.

I also do this thing where I'll let out an exaggerated sigh, pound down on the ENTER key multiple times, and mumble a few, "Oh for fuck sake"s under my breath so I sound like I have real adult office-y type problems that I need to be frustrated about.

....And then I take a 2 hour lunch break and come back stinking of Pub.

In all seriousness, I actually have been quite busy drinking lately. So busy, in fact, that I feel guilty and lay awake at night thinking of all incredibly small number of times I've clicked the "View Entire Neighborhood" link or responded to emails, and start to panic when I think of the fact that I haven't written anything on here in a couple of weeks. I do! I really do! And then I have horrific nightmares where Vox runs off with some other chick with a clever little pastry-esque inspired name, like Little Debbie or PanCate and they make hot, sweaty, wireless, blog-writing love to each other.

Then, to make matters worse, Vox then marks PanCate as [This is good], and then totally removes me from their neighborhood...which then forces me to sign up with Xanga or Blogger and well...I wake up screaming and Iain has to go find me my Vox Tshirt to hold for the rest of the night, just so I can sleep...

Really, I'm not deserting you, my love. You are my little slice of online heaven! My pink, swirly cupcake of Internet fun! Heck, I would even go as far as to say that you, Vox, are my Absolut Raspberry Dream of the Blogging Kingdom.

Yes. It is true!

We have so much to discuss! We do!

We'll talk! We'll do lunch! I'll pencil you in!

...And if I had a Blackberry I would do some fancy manoeuvre to program our rendezvous in, so that it would remind me that we need to have a chat, and alert me to stop dramatically pressing ENTER, and plastering my desk with Post-Its that say things like "Call Rowlings back about Potter book" and come meet you straight away!

Until then, I'll leave you with a fine piece of pastry plush.

My Drug Cute Dealer, the fabulous Maz, was kind enough to send me a few of the cutest plush goodies I've ever seen in my entire life.

Maz! I heart you, and if I could make an entire room made of Maz goodies (including plush sheets and wallpaper) I totally would.

And so, Vox. I booked us an appointment in my imaginary Blackberry, for one of our regular, long-winded chats.

....Oh and if you suddenly see that PanCate girl blogging around, she'll never be as good to you as I am.

(I hear she only drinks Zima, religiously posts bulletins on Myspace, and doesn't even vote. Is she really the kind of psedo-pastry-drunk-chick you want to have as a 'neighbour, additionally listed as a friend'?...I think not, Vox. I think not!)

Where do I even begin...
 
I don't feel like I usually write about what's actually going on in my life. Besides my wedding, and my dad...I don't ever really, just...talk.

Today, I just want to talk with y'all...ya know?

I love Vox like a mother fucker.

It's not about the website.

Sure I love uploading videos, and being able to make my own banner (okay, get my husband to design one for me), it's all of the super neat stuff like that that makes it so easy to use, and love.

However, none of that would matter if the people that power this website were not who they were.

The people who write on this website MAKE IT what it is.

The fact that the kick ass people who make this all possible ACTUALLY CARE and write and share about their own lives is amazing, and even surprising sometimes.

I hate to get mushy, and I think PantsParty said it best: "you tell anyone I wrote such sappy shit and I will cut you."

This place is REAL.

And it's because of that, I have been able to whip out my blogging balls and BE MYSELF.

WRITE like MYSELF....

I was invited here by my friend Liz, that I worked with many moons ago at the Starbucks at the Arden Fair Mall, in Sacramento, California.

Way back then invited my lovely friend Kristen to Vox, who I worked with, not so many moons ago, at a Starbucks in Carmichal, California.

This trip is so positive. It's encouraging, and uplifting, and means more to the two of us than I think anyone could ever comprehend.

It's hard for me to accept successes. To feel good about winning things, or accept the fact that I'm loved or liked, even by friends.

But, Vox...

You are giving me Paris.

PARIS.

A trip around the world...A honeymoon with my husband that we would have never dreamed possible.

Travel has been such a precious topic between Iain and I. From the very begining the thought of seeing the world together was so important to both of us....

"You take the pictures and I'll write the stories!" I'd say.

And we'd laugh and imagine all the places we would go. The adventures we'd have.

All of this before we had even met.

You are giving us this amazing trip, and it will keep us positive, and be a constant reminder about what life is truly about.

Thinkin' outside the bun, ya know?

Not worrying about vacation hours, and needing time off in order to live.

When I think of us seeing places we've never seen before, together.

The Eiffel Tower...Tokyo...

Struggling with languages together and fumbling with our "Conversational French for Annoying American Tourists" and our "Japanese for Europeans Without A Clue" books....

I still can't believe that this has happened to us.

To Kristen...

Iain....

Myself....

Vox. Thank you. Thank you for this.

The power of words is highly underestimated, is it not?

I was in shock for the past 48 hours. I didn't feel like I deserved this. Not just so I could fish for compliments and hear why I really did deserve this...But just, it's so hard for me to wrap my mind around the way my life has changed just in the past year....

And now this?

This amazing community of people, from all over the world, who have so kindly embraced my writing, myself, my husband, and my life.

My thoughts, and my pain, and my life, and opinions...They are all met with such discussion, and with the sharing of stories, or appreciation. Celebration...

And you all have no idea how much you have helped me just WRITE, and be myself...

My wonderful neighbors and friends who take time out of their lives and days to write me emails, and read my posts, and comment...I am OVER WHELMED by your support and love.

For a person who has spent years and years emotionally and mentally beating herself up over and over again...

For someone who is still just grasping the idea that not everything has to be a struggle.  That not everything needs to be a negative, uphill climb...

But that sometimes, there are things that are just lovely, and simple, and deserved....

The fact that I can just let go,bask, and experience this opportunity to it's fullest...And allow myself to be lucky, and not feel guilty for my successes and good fortune.

It's indescribable.

Vox...

Mena, Gladys....

And everyone else at Six Apart that has helped plan this....

My gratitude cannot not be measured, or described in words. There are not enough [this is good]s in all of Vox land to describe how honored I am to be given this opportunity...

I think video blogging me chugging a Vox Vodka straight out of the bottle, whilst eating pink cupcakes as I dance around in my Vox T-shirt and screaming "THIS IS GOOOOOODDD!!" may help you grasp how gosh darn excited I am..

But even I have boundaries..

(Which reminds me...My apologies to Mena and Gladys for screaming "HOLY SHIT!!!!" at you, on tape, after I was told the good news! My boundaries apparently don't include swearing during taped phone conversations...)

You are ALL such lovely people.

 Anil Dash who wrote such a lovely post on Six Apart's website...Thank you!!!!

After reading that I burst into tears of joy for about 20 minutes. I think reading that really made it sink in for me.

This is amazing.

This ISN'T about Web 2.0 crap or traffic or about popularity.

This is about people. Our lives. Our sorrows. Our joy.

Comfort. Friendship.

And above all else it shows us that we are not alone, really. (Cue Michael Jackson....)

We are all a bunch of nerdy people, sitting in our offices, on our couches, or standing up half naked in our kitchens every morning, just checking in on different people all over the world...

Simply because we care. They make us laugh. They give us support. They make us think.

They INSPIRE.

I seriously hate to be so freakin' cheesy, but Vox has changed my life.

Blogging IS fun again.

And to think it's only been few months...

Here's to you, Voxers, and Voxees.

I love this place.

I believe the universe has a fabulous way of working, and I'm so thankful that I have finally opened up my eyes, and am just enjoying the ride.

Vox...Thank you.