Blogging the Convention

Dave Winer’s there, and he’s not impressed

Here’s a quick picture of the blogger’s space at the DNC, and after working here for a few minutes I ache to get back on the road. This is a far cry of the space we had at the DNC in 2004. We were in the nosebleed seats, but we had a constant view of the whole scene, the stage, the floor, and could walk around among the other press.

This year we’re on the Administrative level, in a concrete bunker, flourescent lighting, and a view of nothing but TV screens. I’d do better in my office at home. I’m going to have to figure out a way to escape these confines or I’m getting on I-70 tomorrow morning and heading west.

According to the DNC Schedule, there are 15,000 reporters at the event. If that isn’t overkill, then I don’t know what is.

Kelly’s back!

.. to his column in the Washington Post. First column is a meditation on his time in Oxford (where he was a Reuters Fellow and where, apparently, “all the stores close at 5:30 p.m. and you can’t get a jar of low-fat chunky-style peanut butter to save your life”).

Ah, yes: England. There are worse places to spend a year, though to hear my Stilton-hating teenage daughters tell it, not many. I think in time, after years of quiet reflection and expensive therapy, they will come to appreciate having been rudely plucked from their schools, their friends and their familiar surroundings and deposited in a country where it rains all the time. I did it for them, you see, to broaden their horizons…

Wonder what will happen to his Voxford blog. Apparently he will now be required to blog for the Post. He’s soliciting suggestions for a name for the blog.