During SXSW this year, I fell in love. Not with some up-and-coming cute filmmaker or potentially married music executive from Montreal. Not with an out-of-town Warby Parkered app developer, or some guy from San Francisco I sat next to at a panel on the future landscape of bitcoin-powered hover boards. I'm over those types and into more stable choices in my love life, mainly simple carbohydrates. My SXSW soulmate is the sea salt with caramel ribbons ice cream from the Salt and Straw food truck.Read More
Another SXSW has come and gone. I survived. My cats survived. I hear Prince and Justin Timberlake also survived. I can return to eating vegetables, my day job, and obsessively checking my faucets to make sure they aren't leaking (as a teenager, not once did I picture adult life focusing so much on plumbing). The pompadoured musicians have left Austin, and we can all continue to discover and listen to them on Spotify. I spent most of my time at the Interactive and Film portion of the festival this year. So instead of skinny jeans, I met a lot of people named Ted and Breanna that seem like people named Ted and Breanna from my office, except more attractive. They've all left too, but I'll remember them when I use any and all apps. SXSW is spring break for the world and usually the perfect excuse for everyone to behave like a toddler for a week. I kept my inner toddler at bay, and this is may be the first year I haven't done anything I regret, besides eating 3 billion bags of Doritos and not walking out on the film Hours (note to self: never see any movie with the word "hours" in the title unless you want to see something tediously slow). Here was my week, including celeb pics!