First, it was about the song. The song we all dance to as loving, engaged, parents and creative souls. The tune that wakes us in the morning before the sun or the kids are up so we can be ready for work or whatever our day holds before we make them breakfast and walk them to the bus stop. It’s the melody of the midnight crying jag. It’s the chorus of cookies and milk. The lunchbox aria.
Second … it was about karaoke. Maybe first it was about karaoke.
Dad 2.0 Summit in Houston, Texas, will probably best be remembered by those who (wisely) chose sleep deprivation instead of resting peacefully at night in the luxurious Four Seasons Hotel as the weekend when Canada made a scene. Not the scene. A scene, as in, “Holy Black Hockey Jesus, did you see that guy spin around that stripper pole while belting out Neil Diamond (or whoever)? No? Well, check out this six-second video on Vine! Ha! That guy rocks.”
Yeah. You know who I’m talking about. Chris Read, CanadianDad, proved that there is room on the dad blogging stage for the new guy. He earned his place there, one of five Spotlight Bloggers invited to read at the second Dad 2.0, with a moving tribute to his late father, as well as a willingness to put himself out there over the past year as a prominent resident of what I thought of as the Planet of the Pixelated Parents before I got to Houston on Thursday.
See, as I touched on in an earlier daily recap (and told pretty much anybody who stopped to chat with me during the weekend), my perception of my fellow attendees was shaped by the months of research and reading I did before I ever wrote word one here. I knew them as avatars and blog posts and rabble rousers or peacemakers. I knew them as pithy tweeters and witty digital conversationalists. I knew them, or their personas, as they wished me to know them.
Most of them didn’t know me at all. Which, yeah. Feb. 21 will mark one year since I “launched” this thing, whatever it has become. Even though parent blogging remains a fairly new phenomenon, especially among the growing field of dads, one year is a blink of an eye in this well-established, tight-knit community.
Going to Dad 2.0 was like crawling into my laptop screen and melding with the circuitry of the surreal. Throughout the weekend, familiar faces drifted by, like scrolling through a living Facebook photo album.
That surreal sensation was completely gone by the end of the event. I can’t begin to recount every interesting conversation or in-person connection I made in Houston. What I can do, though, is point out that there is something beyond intimate about a blogger conference for a natural introvert like me. I think what makes it so interesting in terms of making those real connections with people is that, if you do your homework (and, as a lifelong journalist, of course I did), then you meet these writers and content creators already knowing a great deal about them. There is no need for the verbal circling and sparring that takes place as you get to “know” them. As I say, you already know what they want you to know about them – because they’ve written it or talked about it on a podcast or depicted it in viral meme form.
Also, it helps that we all come from the same place emotionally and creatively. We’re parents. We love to write (or draw, or take photos, or whatever the medium of choice might be). We love to tell stories.
That’s what I’ll remember about my first Dad 2.0: the stories of the people I thought I knew, as told in their actual voices in hotel hallways, on a ballroom stage, over a game of Texas hold ‘em with fake money, in the hotel lounge, or in a bar.
I’ll remember the impressive keynote speakers, of course, and the five men who weaved sublime tales about being dads, bloggers, and Internet pros – the Three-headed Dads. And I will always, always remember the warm welcome everyone gave me when I stumbled through my Spotlight reading on that first morning. I’ll also remember the guys from Dad Labs grabbing me as I raced out of the main ballroom on my way to the restroom to ask if I had time for a live, streaming interview with Clay Nichols. In case you were wondering (which, of course you were), I had to piss like a racehorse throughout the conversation.
I’ll remember Manwich and Army of Frankensteins. Free! Booze and food. The kilt.
I’ll remember the walk from my hotel room on the 18th floor to the bank of elevators. Out the door, right turn, right turn, left turn, long hallway. Push “down.” Which one would arrive first? Where would that magic box carry me next? Who would be there when I got there? Would the people and lobby have dissolved into flowing green streams of pixelated code? Would Agent Smith be waiting at the bottom to chase me back into my rabbit hole? Would a black cat walk by … then walk by again?
Somebody, Amy from Mom Spark, I think it was, called herself the glitch in the Matrix when I floated my “climbing into the laptop screen” analogy for the first time. (Oh, you didn’t know writers tested material in conversation before committing it to the page? Why do think writers talk at all?)
Most of all? Most of all, I’ll remember the weekend as the time when the pixelated people of the Daddy Complex and Howtobeadad and Beta Dad and Honea Express and Always Home and Uncool and Black Hockey Jesus and Canadian Dad and BloggerFather and OWTK and Pet Cobra and Daddy in a Strange Land and Clark Kent’s Lunchbox and Bobblehead Dad and the Daddy Doctrines and Momo Fali and the Muskrat and Lesbian Dad and Bitchin’ Wives Club and the Captain and Laid Off Dad and Super John and so many, many, many more morphed into David, Charlie, Andy, Andy, Whit, Kevin, um … Jesus, Chris, Oren, Jeff, Jason, Jason, Ron, Jim, Chris, Momo, Michael, Polly, Amy, Creed, Doug, just plain John and on and on and on. Turns out they’re all real. And they’re almost all warm and friendly, and curious and alive, and dancing to the same tune.
Oh, yes. I’ll be back. And next year, I’m singing.
27 thoughts on “Dad 2.0 Summit: Next Year, I’m Singing”
It was great having you there. Would’ve like to hear you carrying a tune.
It was good meeting you. Would’ve like to heard those pipes of yours on the mic.
Ron, back at you. You too, Ron. Heh.
Never say no to karaoke, my new friend. It forges the bonds of friendship faster than even a Tennessee Whiskey Tasting! It was great meeting you and so many other new-to-me writer—I’m betting we can do it all over next year. 🙂
Thanks, Amy. I’ll be there, if at all possible, and I will sing. Shoot, for that matter, when’s BlogHer? They have karaoke in Chicago, no?
What Amy said.
Which time? 😉
Never say no to karaoke, my new friend. It forges the bonds of friendship faster than even a Tennessee Whiskey Tasting and it is ALWAYS better than sleep. (Even though I will allow that the beds at the Four Seasons were ridiculously, almost outrageously, fluffy and luxurious.)
It was great meeting you and so many other new-to-me writers—And judging from the success of the event, I’m betting we can do it all over next year.
Not sure if I posted this or not… sorry it it’s a repeat!
My only excuse for missing Friday and leaving early Thursday? I’m old. And out of practice. Next year, I’ll go into training. Like for a marathon. Maybe I’ll pull a Beta Dad and get into MMA a few weeks beforehand. He seemed to hold up OK.
SOunds like it was an awsome conference. I am definitely considering going to the event next year.
It was a hell of a time. And it could’ve been even better if I wasn’t so old and lame and old.
As Popeye would say, you is what you is.
After 10 p.m. is when the real warm and friendly starts! It was great hanging out with you and I look forward to the next time!
Thank you, Chris. It was absolutely great meeting you in Houston. Once again, I see that photo of you and it just makes me smile, m’friend. And I owe you a return email with some answers!
I was almost going to harass you for failing to mentioning me yet another time. But you did. Carry on. ::manly head nod::
I’m making a new menu for my top nav and dedicating it to all things Always Home and Uncool. A digital shrine, if you will.
Carter, thank you for the shout out! It was a pleasure reading along side you and you absolutely owned the stage. I’m always available for karaoke tips and tricks if you need to brush up before next year! Cheers!
Sure thing, Chris. Not sure how I’d fair in the stripper pole milieu, but maybe some Beatles or Doors might do it. Roadhouse Blues, maybe. Or Hard Day’s Night.
This is a GREAT post. It was good to meet you in person. I look forward to the next time…and I might sing with you.
Captain! One of my absolute favorite IRL connections in Houston. Your energy was palpable, my friend. So glad to meet you and hang a bit, and yes, absolutely, we’re going to do it again in person. Sooner, rather than later, hopefully. I’m seriously thinking about BlogHer now, but only if some of the nuts I met at Dad 2.0 are going to be in Chicago, too. Cheers, Capt!
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