I'm still parsing my week in Austin at SXSW. I've come to use the mental metaphor that I had my own Alice in Wonderland experience.
I drank and got big, then I drank and got small. And all the while there was the white rabbit tap tap tapping about his watch. Who was the caterpillar, the Cheshire cat? the Mad Hatter? Was it Tom Ze Frank or Robert Scoble? The tweedle-dee brothers (although the brothers I'm thinking of, don't remind me much of tweedle dum/dee - they were more delightful). And when did I stumble upon the mad tea party? I think that was the night I drank too much. I don't want to deconstruct this metaphor too much, because it loses power in the deconstruction (and maybe it loses the deconstruction in the deconstruction). All I know is that I fell down a rabbit hole and came out in Austin. Then I flew on an airplane and shared the row with a crying boy, a lawyer turned rock star and some dude having a seizure. I can't seem to get away from adventure these days.
Hang on baby, cause I'm turning up the throttle!!!
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