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Apparently, Mercury is retrograde. I did not know this until I tried to travel today.

I am waiting for a delayed flight from Boston to Pittsburgh, on my way to the Technology in the Arts conference at Carnegie Mellon University, and I'm remembering Beth Kanter's recent post about twittering her friends from a similar state just yesterday.

AWAY!

I'll be off for the next little while, conferencing in Pittsburgh at the Technology in the Arts conference at CMU over the weekend, then on a much-delayed vacation in NYC.

So I went shopping today with Saucy for a pro-fesh-un-all style coat for all of my upcoming conferencing and whatnot, and was savagely denied by the great and powerful Cape Cod Mall.

Pleased as punch am I to have gotten a shout-out in the weekly round-up of things nptechish (here), so much so that I have been shaken out of my usual Saturday afternoon torpor enough to write up some of the notes I scribbled down when I got the subject of the week from the Net2ThinkTank, what is the return on investment of the social web for nonprofits?

So in the interest of finally assembling the presentation I am doing on Web 2.0 for a conference in November, I bought a copy of SnagIt so that I can make the niftiest possible slides for the powerpoint. I just watched as many of the short tutorial videos as I could assimilate in one sitting (i.e., most of them), and I can hardly wait to get started. Of course I only saved one copy to my desktop at work, so wait I must.

I rode my new bike today! It is MINE, and it was FREE, and it is IDEAL. It is my dream bike, i.e. it is the EXACT same bike that I had when I was 17 and AWESOME! ME, I was awesome! And so was the BIKE!

So this was a good weekend of making myself feel rather grown up, indeed. Also of naps. One is never, I hope, too grown up for naps.

Yeah, I'm sorry, but suddenly we are seriously understaffed at work and I seem to be working 80 hours a week again. It's not particularly stressful extra work, just extra work and lots of it. Suddenly there is nobody to delegate to, and I am left having to lick all my own envelopes again.