Baila and I had a lot to talk about on our way to and from the bloggers’ conference yesterday. While there, I mostly felt like a little fish in a pond of indeterminate size. There are people who somehow manage to write every day (or almost), deal with loads of comments, full-time jobs, and several times more children than I have.
Because I’m not using the blog as a vehicle to make money, I haven’t focused it more than the “slice of life” that I think I’ve always provided. Many people there represented a focus: politics, religion, food, or what have you. As my life has shifted, so have my posts. I think I have a more diverse readership (those who have emerged from the woodwork!) than other writing-in-English-located-in-Israel blogs, but that is in part to still being new here. I hope I can keep everyone interested as I evolve. Suggestions welcome, although now I am spending almost every free second in ulpan (which I really like, two days in) we’ll have to see what that means for the regular blogging.
The conference itself was a little heavy on the panels and a little light on the socializing, which was probably at least half (read: 75%) the reason I was there. Oh well. But I did get to meet Ruti*, RivkA, Tehilla, Hannah, Rivkah, Israel, and others. I saw people I hadn’t seen in eight years, in 10 years, who didn’t know I blogged. I got to see Benji Lovitt perform. I sat and listened to David and Jameel. I sat next to the Altmans to make snarky comments.
It occurred to me that a shabbaton would be great; just to have a chance to chat and chat and chat and eat, followed up by a nap. (Who has room for 300?) Because ultimately, using social media to advance yourself, your blog, or your aliyah seems kind of crazy when you are IN A ROOM FULL OF FRIENDLY, INTERESTING PEOPLE. You already have a lot in common. Just introduce yourself and ask for what you need.
* Ruti, who is possibly the youngest looking grandmother I have ever seen, is now my new best friend because she originally thought I was under 30. When I corrected her, she said, “I have shoes older than you!” Those must be some interesting shoes.