Hey, I got my official DNC blogger credential notice.
Funny thinking about 4 years ago. My secret identity was still a secret. I'd just left academia and joined up with Media Matters (with a long planned 3 week Italy trip in there somewhere). I showed up in Boston just a couple of days after returning from Italy with nasty laryngitis. Spent days telling people that wasn't my normal voice. Bloggers were the (stupid) "big story" of the convention because we were such a novelty. A reporter for a Florida newspaper got the "big scoop" of my real name without realizing that it was actually a scoop.
...and Barack Obama gave a speech. And I lost a jacket. And I ate Chinese food late at night with Eric Alterman and Garance Franke-Ruta and some other people. And my hotel was way outside of town. And Ezra Klein was 13 years old. And Jesse Taylor was still blogging. And I went to a Creative Coalition Event where Media Matters was handing out fliers because O'Reilly was there. And I met Alec Baldwin but not Natalie Portman. And I was riding in a cab with young Ezra and others of similar age when one of them looked at the next car and asked "who's that old dude who's trying to look like a rock star?" I responded that it was Kevin Bacon, and that his wife was driving. And Tom Tomorrow called me to whisk me into Jimmy Carter's skybox, where I had a nice chat with Amy Carter and THE GREAT EVIL ONE MICHAEL MOORE was also there. No one had any idea who I was. And I met Jimmy. And I ran from Samantha Bee and the Daily Show when they showed up to the blogger area. And George Bush was re-elected and lord help us all.
