Breaking Bread
The Balcony at Iron Cactus
What's 6'6" and bluish-orange?
PB and WMF
All hail Jish, Savior of Our Seats
Lance Arthur, Master of Understated Elegance
Hey, Macarena!!
Blink, damn you! BLINK!
Lounging at Lovejoy's

Dignity. Always dignity.
Ms. B, Miss M and Halcyon
At Courtney & Lane's House
Objects next to Ryan...

The Halcyon Experience
It's a beautiful page...
Take off every zig!
My audience with Abdul
Fray Cafe
Meeting the Monkey
Sixfoot6 and Kinsey6
Into the Fray
Praying to the Pumpkin
Ow! Oh! Do it again!
Touched by a monkey
On the way to Katz's Deli
Moist men in a mirror

Your ride is here, Mr. Graham!
Dinner at Stubb's
Later, at the bar...
No, ma'am, he doesn't have ID
Hot monkey love
Monkey business
Monkey in his natural habitat
Dan, Dan, the billiard man
Trouble with a capital "P"
He's even better at air hockey
For love of the game...
Blame Canada.
Last call at Stubb's
Next time on Crossfire...
Yeah, he looks innocent, but
...and then the police showed up.

The Adaptive Path Party
Up on the roof
Sweet as syrup...
And then we called Firda

Matt goes clicks-and-mortar
Bart's Axe
Bart's Other Axe
Rock & Sex & Drugs & Roll
Austin Civic Opera guitar
Yes, those are real nails...
An uncommon mirror shot
Kilroy was here
Hot, rotating, vertical pork

Comments or questions about this scrapbook? Do you have your own gallery of SXSW memories on the web you'd like to share? Interested in going next year? Drop me a line!

Michael & Ari Brown
Dan Budiac
Nick Finck
Matthew Haughey
Alison Headley
Ritchie Macapinlac
James McNally
Jish Mukerji
Stef Noble
Nikolai Nolan
Julie O'Neill
Cheri Painter
Halcyon Styn
Mike & Dineen Wasylik

SXSWbaby Community Weblog
SXSW Official Site

Check out these other Scrapbooks in The BradLands, including photos and memories from SXSW 2000.

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I passed this sign on the way to the hotel from the Convention Center (where I was able to quickly grab my registration materials, chat with Justin Hall and get directions to my hotel, all while parked in a "no stopping or standing" zone).

I am only one of 16 million. I feel so small.

I found the hotel with ease, checked in, splashed some water on my face and stuffed my camera, Visor and some cash into my man-purse then bolted out the door. The hotel was only five or six blocks from the restaurant. It was 7:00 p.m.

I had plenty of time.

In 2000, I arrived a day early for the conference and met up with Matt Haughey and Robert Occhialini for dinner. It was a great, low-key way to kick off the week. Knowing nothing much was scheduled for Friday this year, I decided to invite a few friends old and new to join me for a casual pre-SXSW dinner. I called it Break Bread With Brad.

The casual dinner soon became a shampoo commercial...and they told two people and they told two people and so on and so on. Before too long, this had become a major 'do and I couldn't have been more pleased. So many of the folks whose work I followed and admired in one place. I was giddy.

I was also unlucky. Although I'd reserved a private room at a great Austin restaurant, I learned three days prior to leaving St. Louis that the room had been double-booked and I was suddenly stuck with dozens of dinner guests and no where to dine. An afternoon on the web and the phone found me the nice folks at Iron Cactus, who had no private space to reserve but cordially agreed to "rope off" a section of the restaurant for the bread breakers. The party was back on.

Unbeknownst to me, while I was in the air en route to Austin, the folks from Iron Cactus called to reconfirm my reservation and, receiving no answer from me, assumed the party was off. I arrived at the appointed place at the appointed time to find a large group of web publishers wandering about the bar -- the "weblog diaspora", Derek Powazek called them -- with word from the management that the wait for a space would be...long.

Fortunately, Jish Mukerji had arrived before almost anyone and assured the hostess there would, in fact, be hungry webfolk on the way. Thanks to him, the wait was merely long and not interminable.

Folks ordered drinks, introduced themselves, chatted convivially and -- for the most part, patiently -- waited until we could sit for dinner. I think a good time was had by all.

If I make it to SXSW in 2002, you can count on "Break Bread With Brad" happening again. Rest assured, I've already staked out a couple of potential venues and will, next time, be absolutely certain everything is confirmed and double-checked.

(The PCS network finally caught up with me and my jetset lifestyle about midway through dinner, and my phone beeped to alert me to a pending voicemail message from Iron Cactus. Ain't technology grand?)

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