A pasty faced 30 something, bloodshot eyes peering through poindexter glasses that reflect the blue light of a computer screen, sipping wheatgrass and munching on baby carrots between bursts of typing.
There may be some who fit that description somewhere in the blogosphere, but not at Jim Bob Jumpack’s Crystal River Honky Tonk Hoedown, AspenPost’s blogmeet hosted by B. Jon Traylor last Saturday.
As you can probably tell by the name of the event, there were a lot of heads adorned by cowboy hats. B. Jon is a tried and true Texas boy. Mitch Mulhall also exhibits a strong western persona in his jeans, boots and hat. But it wasn’t all good ol’ boys. There was an equal smattering of aging hippies and colorful characters. Wharf Rat, looks more like what people probably imagine I would look like…if I were a man. And I guess I surprised some of them too, though they’ll have to tell you how in their own words. Fortunately Ed Troy brought his girlfriend Judy, which meant I wasn’t the only ovum producer in the sea of testosterone.
So it was the six of us sitting around the table in Jon’s backyard drinking the famous Shiner Bock, savoring the various BBQ’d meats and marveling at Mitch’s delicious guacamole, getting to know each other’s backgrounds and introduction to AspenPost. Since alpha6 couldn’t make it and the Conman didn’t show, we gossiped about them a little…sorry boys that’s what ya get for missing out.
Mitch left as afternoon turned to evening and the rest of us followed Jon down the trail to the river and got introduced to the Circle of Intellect that he had constructed out of river stones capped with chunks of white marble. Jon made a small fire…well small relative to the recent New Castle blaze…;-) and we set our chairs inside the circle to posit philosophical questions, which got harder to answer the higher the pile of empty Shiner bottles became.
Finally, near 11pm, the much anticipated Star Eagle arrived (wearing a cowboy hat), just as Ed, Judy and Wharf were about to take off. Star, Jon and I, along with neighbor Bruce kept up the conversation for a few more hours, then left Bruce strumming Jon’s guitar by the dying fire as the rest of us hit the sack.
It was quite an experience. Everything I’d hoped and none of what I dreamed.
Since we didn’t get a chance to do it in person, I’d like to take the opportunity here to thank Michael Conniff “the editor of AspenPost and your host here on Congames,” for the opportunity we all have to create a dialogue that includes such diverse opinions, from perspectives that we might not otherwise have a chance to get.
And thank you Jon for all of your hard work, clearing the property, providing food and drink, and creating the time and space for us to meet each other. It’s a rare thing we enjoyed on Saturday, most bloggers probably never meet, with the exception of the huge annual Daily Kos convention. As for me, I’ll take Jim Bob Jumpback’s Crystal River Honky Tonk Hoedown over the Kostravaganza any day.