San Francisco Bay Area Blog Bash
Perry's Downtown Restaurant; January 7, 2003, 6:30pm - ??
Silverman, without whom none of this would have been necessary. Mike
e-mailed me back in November to say he would be in San Francisco for MacWorld,
and suggested we get together. I said "sure!" and thought we
might get a few more out-of-town MacWorlders and local bloggers to join
us. Thirteen people showed up.
left: Michael Bruce ("Is
your name not Bruce? No, it's Michael. That's going to cause a little
confusion. Mind if we call you Bruce to keep it clear? ") He doesn't
have a blog of his own (yet), but he threatened to start one called "Spawn
Mr. and Mrs. Random
Jottings, John and Charlene Weidner. John helps keep an eye on Paul
Krugman. Charlene doesn't have time to blog. She is an attorney and one
of her lawsuits has been going on for the last twelve years.
My neighbor Bill Quick, the Daily
Pundit, who fears the Blog Bash might have caused him some permanent
damage. It turns out that Bill and I have both lived in Muncie, Indiana.
John Weidner on right.
Michael Bruce and Joanne
Jacobs. Fifteen years ago, when Joanne was an editorial writer for
the San Jose Mercury News, my then housemates and I used to read her columns
all the time. We liked her writing so much that I once suggested that
we invite her over for dinner. My housemates laughed at me. Well, I finally
got to have dinner with Joanne and they didn't.
the Punning Pundit
right: Brian Tiemann, of the blog Peeve
Farm ("Breeding peeves for show, not just for pets") Tiemann
on the Blog Bash.
Left to right: The
Steve half of the Happy Fun Pundit, Richard
Dabney, Bill Quick. Dabney drove
all the way up from Monterey, where he will soon be studying Korean
at the Defense Language Institute.
In celebration of Steve's first blogversary, Richard improvised a birthday
candle: He stuck a swizzle stick in some butter and set it on fire. Looking
on is Peter Pribik, whose blog
has mysteriously vanished.
Richard lights a second swizzle stick in honor of Joanne's second blogversary.
The smiling bearded man at the far end of the table is me.