  I tend to have year- long term limits in my life.  I throw myself into something,  then,  a year in,  I'd better find a way to redefine my interest in that thing or it falls away.
 And so it comes as little surprise to me that I'm getting a little bored with blogging.  I think one of the key precipitating events was the BloggerCon build- up.  I don't know how,  but I'd fooled myself into thinking these people would respect and recognize me as a blogger.  Instead,
 I'm pretty ignored.  I'm a female in my mid- twenties,  so I'm pretty used to being ignored.  Everyone from politicians to advertisers disses me.  Why would an uppity academic Boston crowd be any different?
 Because bloggers are different.  We're people who value the human voice,  right?  I guess you can take the blogger out of the RW but you can't take the RW out of the blogger.  Ignoring me is so ingrained in their psyches,  they just can't help themselves.
 I have to trust in the longstanding strength of the young:  use the lack of attention to my advantage,  fly under the radar.  Sneak my way to a position of strength and brilliance,  and ta 
