A continuing series of photographs investigating different angles on the everyday environment.

I'm leaving Monday for another two weeks in Princeton. Originally, it was to be one week, but now it's two.

This time, I will attempt to do my blog updates more contemporaneously with the events they chronicle. I'm only half-done with the report on the last trip, so things can only go up from here, right?

So, if you're among my New Jersey / New York area friends, drop me an e-mail or a comment on this message and we'll make plans. With two weeks worth of dates to choose from, it shouldn't be too hard to coordinate schedules.

For the rest of you, I'll do my best to keep you updated, but should I fail, I encourage you to peruse the options on the blogroll at lower left in the "link" section. There's some excellent stuff in there, including some recent additions.

This time, at least, I will be prepared for the lack of left turns.

My first impression from the first-ever Austin Blog Meetup was that people who blog, or at least people who blog enough to decide to attend such an event, seem to make bookmarking a way of life.

Everyone has their own unique bookmarking behaviors. Some of us made notes in spiral notebooks, flagging portions of the conversation. Some of us snapped digital photos at interesting moments. Some of us stylused contact information into sleek little digital gadgets. But we all spent the evening listening to each other, and silently marking things for possible future comment.

Bookmarking Technologies

The venue for our meeting, Ruta Maya Coffee House, had been replaced or reincarnated as "Halcyon", an air-conditioned repository of hip urban furniture more in keeping with the increasingly über-trendy style of its Warehouse District location.

Unfortunately, the coming of air-conditioning to the venue formerly cooled only by Mother Nature's breezes was a harbinger of its decline and fall. The music was too loud to allow for conversation with anyone not sitting directly next to you, the drinks were of inconsistent and often disappointing quality, and the clientele showed a strong bias toward the "beautiful people" of Austin.

My turkey brie panini sandwich was decent, though, and it proved to be the catalyst for our discovery that at least a few things haven't changed yet.

We were joined by a quiet, wary, soft-spoken girl (not pictured) who apparently was not a weblogger, but one of the somewhere-between-broke-and-homeless travellers who were among the regulars at Ruta Maya. She asked for some food and accepted half of my half-sandwich, and later rather more boldly asked for half of the other half, too; bummed some cigarettes; chatted a little early on about her travels to Mexico; and eventually wandered away, evidently overwhelmed by our geekiness at last.

For the rest of us in attendance—six of the twenty-one registrants on the site—it was an evening of good, rambling conversation and delight in our various similarities and differences.

We managed to go a good long while before talking about blogging, but we did eventually discuss what our various blogs were about before returning to topics as varied as electronic music, the power of creative melting pots, board games, HBO television shows, and the ages-old never-ending question of high art vs. pop art vs. folk art.

Eventually we tired of the intrusive ambiance of Halcyon, so we said goodbye to Rob and Josh, and the rest of us repaired to the least-trendy spot remaining on 4th Street, the impeccably mundane Spaghetti Warehouse. We ate heartily as the kitchen closed before parting as new-found friends, in unanimous agreement that the venue for the next meeting will not be the same.

In Attendance: Prentiss, who also has an account of the evening. Jonathan Josh Sharon Rob, whose blog is still under wraps, and yours truly.