Touchy-feely-skanking at WoolfCamp.
Rather than creating a stack of index cards and cheat sheets for the closing keynote talk at BlogHer, I'm up at Lake Tahoe with biokid Molly and my newly adopted son, Noah. I wish I wasn't kidding you about adopting the fabulous Noah. He's a fabu 15 year old, Molly's good guy pal, a lanky kid with a Shirley Temple 'fro, a superior droll and dry sense of humor, and an IPod full of great music - Grandaddy; Architecture in Helsinki; and Noah's old band, 'The Jane Fondas', a definite must-listen if you have a hankering to hear honor students doing neo-punk.
We're here because I gifted them with tickets to see The Wailers, as in Bob Marley and... Molly and Noah are at the venue right now where they are likely flailing about in a dance move called, I swear to God, skanking. I, on the other hand, am in the motel room with Malcolm, who's curled up in a tidy little dog ball, but can be ready to spring into action and lunge at the throat of any intruder - or skank - foolish enough to break through the door.
I ask you, World Wide Web, am I a hip mother, or what? I defy you to name a hipper mother than me.
I'll answer that for you: That "hipper mother" is named Badgerbag and she will be un-hosting our un-conference WoolfCamp the day after BlogHer. Go to the WoolfCamp wiki for the essentials and logistics. We'll be rehashing BlogHer, reading poetry, geeking out, and, as our beloved Badger declared, getting "massively touchy-feely".
That alone should have your interest piqued. As should 'skanking'. I'll ask Molly and Noah for a skanking lesson and, if you ask me nicely, I 'll do some skanking at WoolfCamp. I'm certain it will go well with all that touchy-feely.
*sigh*
My heart breaks over being Under The Knife instead of At The Conference. I am SO sad, I can't even believe it.
Will you save me something with yours and Arianna H's autographs on it?
Posted by: Belinda | July 25, 2006 at 02:29 AM
Gee, and to think when I was Molly's age, my big concert was my mother taking me to Humboldt State to see The Association...where we sat primly in the gym in metal folding chairs. ;)
Posted by: Marilyn | July 25, 2006 at 05:07 AM
Wow Grace, the rumors are true--you're a Goddess!
Posted by: Heidi | July 25, 2006 at 08:03 AM
yep, they are very lucky!
hands down to you if you skank at wolfcamp.
bring some skanking music,
its fun once you get into it.
haha. i can see it now.
=]]
Posted by: BRI BUNZZZ | July 25, 2006 at 11:27 AM
Must. read. Grace. more. slowly. And AFTER drinking morning coffee. Guess you don't actually yourself a new Noah you can call your own.
Posted by: Heidi | July 25, 2006 at 11:59 AM
Awww...skanking! I believe it's from the days of ska music...at any rate, it was definitely a big deal to skank at ska shows back in high school in the late 90s. So I guess I'm surprised 15 year olds are still doing it!
Posted by: Kate | July 25, 2006 at 04:46 PM
I still wanna be your adopted kid!!! Molly's a lucky girl, Grace... I hope she knows that!
Posted by: Crystal | July 26, 2006 at 05:43 AM
Yay! A touchy feely exercise that involves writing!
Does it get any better than this?
No, I tell you. It does NOT.
Posted by: Mocha | July 26, 2006 at 06:32 AM
maybe we could do some moshing at the very least at blogher. eh, grace?!
Posted by: minnie | July 26, 2006 at 02:06 PM
Hey Grace, all your posts are very interesting. Thank you for sharing all your memories.
Posted by: Parenting | August 12, 2006 at 04:26 AM