I wrote, on 7/29/2009: How I would have loved to have been part of Florence Wolfson's literary salons .... Can you imagine what it would have been like? Discussing literature and exchanging ideas, escaping from one's everyday life for the time it takes to write a blog post and being something more than what we do as a profession or a career or whoever we pay the bills striving for something more than materialism from getting rich at any cost?
And then it struck me: I am part of such a salon, just in a different form than what once was in the 1930s. If you think about it, it's really not all that different than what we are doing here, online, with our blogs and in forums like She Writes .... It's especially apropos this weekend, I think, with the finale of BlogHer '09 in Chicago and several of us (myself included) beginning to make our plans for being at BlogHer'10 in New York City (how apropos, with the subject of this post!) a whole year from now.
|Attendees listening to Kamy and Deborah.|
(I do meet-ups much better than parties. I'm so not the party girl. Proof of my non-party girl status is a) the fact I wasn't invited to any of the BlogHer parties, b) nor was I even aware that I needed to get my sorry self on the list for them, and c) I needed to ask people who the entertainment was. C'mon, tell me I'm not the only person on Earth who hasn't heard of Gavin DeGraw.)
|Deborah and Kamy welcoming the group.|
After successfully navigating the subway, my roommate Florinda and I promptly got lost - wandering through ... the Lower East Side? Chinatown? Greenwich Village? All of the above? Whatever. It didn't matter. Somehow we found our way to Lolita, a cute little funky place where we met She Writes founder Kamy Wicoff as well as Deborah Siegel, who is She Writes' VP of Education.
|One of the good things about occasionally getting lost is that you never know what you might fnd. We were fascinated by this scene in Greenwich Village (I think it was in Greenwich Village) of this concert ... a salon of a different type, perhaps.|
|Bonnie, Densie, Florinda, and Kamy |
~ Florence Wolfson, The Red Leather Diary (by Lily Koppel)