Dowbrigade

Together with fellow blogging stalwarts Dave Winer and Rick Heller we have breached the security of the Fleet Center and taken our designated spots among the journalistic hoi poloi covering the Convention.

Our seats are in the nosebleed section, 319 to be exact, but almost directly across from the stage and with a beautiful view of the super-giant video screen. But alas, no juice and no wireless! Which means no live blogging! We have yet to discover the nearest hotspot from which we can post, and accordingly this posting is going out from our office, to which we have repaired before heading to Central Square to meet up with the full bloggers contingent.

The Palace is decorated to the nines, and the tension is starting to mount in anticipation of Thursday’s Coronation. The area around the Fleet was a surrealistic circus. Princes and Pages are running hither and tither, each to his or her appointed task and eminating an urgency to indicate their task is the most important of all. In the almost total absence of anything remotely newsworthy, the press were feeding off the press, interviewing each other in a sort of informational feeding frenzy. Still, there is a frenetic energy in the air which promises embarassing excess and celebrity hijinx, if nothing else. The assembled wealth, power and prestige is enough to give anyone pause, but what is politics but the opportunity for ordinary men and women to expose themselves on the grandest stage, and with the whole world watching.

Stay tuned……