Getting all networked up in New York City

I’ll be at tomorrow’s Networked Journalism Summit in beautiful scenic midtown Mannahatta tomorrow, completely amazed at the level of talent, skill and intelligence that will be around.

I plan to stare slackjawed at y’all like the upcountry yokel I am.

That’s not exactly true. I’m sure I’ll find something to talk about.

But I am particularly excited to hang around folks from all corners of the MSM/blog/citizen-journalism world. Here’s a list of 56 write-ups of attendees, and here’s the full list of people expected to show their mugs.

It’s hard to cherrypick names from the list and say ‘Darn, I sure hope I get a chance to talk with ______,’ but if it gives me a leg up and reminds them of who I am when they spot my name tag tomorrow, let’s just throw a few names out there:

  • Dwight Silverman of the Houston Chronicle
  • Dan Pacheco of
  • Lisa Williams of H20Town
  • Derek Willis of the Washington Post
  • Rick Burnes of FMAtlas
  • and of course, the hosts, Jeff Jarvis of BuzzMachine and David Cohn of ‘OMG I can’t believe we still have to write a thesis after all this.’ 😉

Track me down, send a Tweet @gort581, leave a comment here, find me on Facebook, or just look for the guy with the, uh, gray shirt, and glasses, and hair. Yeah, I’ll just find a sharpie and write my URL on my forehead or something. We’ll chat. It’ll be fun.

After New York, every other American city is just an empty shell

I’m going to do something karmically dangerous here.  This will surely ruin the rest of my day, get me stuck on the BART, make me step in dog crap, who knows what, but I just can’t hold back any longer.

Every time I walk around in San Francisco — mind you, I’m usually either in the pretty blank area south of Market or with visiting family near the Fisherman’s Wharf/Embarcadero tourist trap zone — I miss New York.

Yes, my seven years living in Manhattan appear to have ruined me for other American cities.  I like Paris, and Rome is amazing, but San Francisco? Los Angeles? Denver? Boston? Not so much.

Okay, I’ll give Boston some credit for having some history and character and making me feel like I was on the East Coast, and I still love Albuquerque, but at that point, we’re talking about a smaller city with a lot of intangibles going for it. (Read as: green chile.)

I’ll leave it at that, before I end up driving the wrong way down a one-way street nose to nose with a trolley car, or one of those weird buses they have here, but seriously, I’m representing for NYC.

212.  The F-Train.  Nights at the bars on 5th St.  Days hanging out in Tompkins Square Park, free jazz all summer in places like Central Park and Columbia University.  All-day free Miles Davis tribute concerts.  Car services.  Friends in Greenpoint and Williamsburg and the L-Train and cheering for my train line at Yankee Stadium in between innings.

Sixteen daily newspapers, each with a different market segment to serve, plus the Sunday-paper sized Village Voice every week, for free.  Back in the pre-Craig days, people lined up at the Astor Place newsstand to pay their dollar for the Voice and its apartment listings.  Yeah, I’m nostalgiac for the 1990s, which makes me feel young, and that’s a good thing.

All-night delis with random gourmet vegan items, so when I stumbled out of a cab coming home from work, dirty and carrying all my tools at 3:45 a.m., I could get a pair of bagels with unturkey salad and a cold Brooklyn IPA.  Kate’s Joint.  VP2.

Damn, all right, that’s enough.  If I start thinking about the food, this is going to go downhill fast.

I’m just sayin’, New York is the greatest.  I miss you all.

Kicking it East Coast style

No, not me. I’m still firmly planted a short walk from Monterey Bay, but a group of SJSU students spent Spring Break in the land known casually as Back East in these parts.

DC and New York, to be more precise.

Photojournalism student Daniel Sato has started to tell the tale. The students visited the New York Times,, CNN, Rolling Stone, and National Geographic among other OMFG-would-I-love-to-take -that-tour spots.

Sato credits Prof. Michael Cheers as one of the brains behind the trip, and as it turns out, Prof. Cheers gets to spend the summer as a faculty fellow at National Geographic.

Of course, if I went on a trip like this, hypothetically speaking, I’d probably be spending my evenings at bars with friends, dinners with family, and Wrong shows.

Note to New York friends: Next time I make that trip, I’ll have an interesting little accessory around.