Blogging

A few years ago at the second Orlando Puppet Festival, I was trying to sell Heather Henson on the idea of my podcasting about the festival becoming official. Needless to say, she's super-busy running the festival, and we don't have time to get into all the ins and outs of podcasting, so she asks me to give her a sample. The next time I see Heather I hand her a CD, and she's grateful for the ability to time-shift her decision-making process.

My Friends,

As you all know, I've done this Blogging Fringe thing for the past two years. Sadly, this year looks like I'll be pulled in more directions than ever before. I've been up until 2AM every night for weeks on end and I'm not sure when this will stop.

At the same time, I really love the opportunities the Fringe Festival presents to show off some great groups in Orlando and Internationally, and introduce the world to our potential.

OR "How the battle became a collaboration".

To the Editors of Popular Science:

You win.

Actually, I'm not a quitter, so I'll say this: I've decided that instead of being "versus" each other, some of you Old Media types (can I say Traditional Media? thanks) actually care about your audience. Therefore, we are actually on the same side, you and me. That's why today, I changed the name of my blog to "Ryan Price and the Media". The arc of my story is changing, Act II is beginning (but please wait until the pops are two seconds apart).

Thanks to the Internet Archive, I was able to retrieve several of the first blogs I ever wrote back in 2002/2003. Some stuff is indicative of what I write about now - quotes, mostly. Other posts appear to be direct re-postings of something I saw on the web or was sent via AIM. I used to edit a static page and maintain a PHP guestbook, also suggest folks email me with comments.

Some people are weird.

Some people send me emails and IMs late at night on the day after I got back from England. ::YAWN:: just writing the word yawn makes me yawn and then I feel even more tired. Still, I have something going on in my head that prevents me from going to bed until I pay them some attention. Inbox zero, or something like that, right?

Some people are warm, and pleasant to talk to, but still email me late at night on the day after I got back from England.