TBEX. What’s that you say? It’s only the “world’s largest gathering of travel bloggers, writers, and new media content creators.” Their 2013 North American Conference will be held at the Metro Convention Centre in Toronto, Canada from May 31 to June 2. You can check out the schedule and everything else here.
I won’t be going this time but I will be following the event and blogging about it. The biggies of the travel world will be there, in all their awesomeness, imparting wisdom.
Go get registered I say!
Time for a round of weekly links.
Let me start with Baz Luhrmann’s ‘The Great Gatsby.’ Apart from movie critics lamenting and praising the garishness of the sets with equal fervor, we have fresh reviews of the literary work. The slim American classic is up for scrutiny. The best piece on Fitzgerald and his creation come from NY Mag’s Kathryn Schulz, Why I Despise The Great Gatsby.
Shopping for groceries this weekend? Yes, of course. Then read this before you go.
If you have a few minutes to spare, check out the Ten Commandments of Teaching by Bertrand Russell. My favorite is “Never try to discourage thinking for you will always succeed.” For the rest, click here.
Lastly, if you have a kid in your life, you will bookmark this book review website. Warning – you will find yourself with a pretty long list on your next visit to Barnes and Noble.
Have a good weekend, everyone!
Photo by Esha Samajpati. All rights reserved ©
Last weekend was spent at the Daffodil Festival in Meriden, Connecticut. It was a lovely day. We parked our car at one of the designated parking lots and took the shuttle to Hubbard Park. The place had a summery vibe with burgers on the grill and sundry craft stalls. You could even get a henna tattoo if you so desired. But the star of the show, the daffodils, looked forlorn. People were trampling all over them, eager to get that perfect shot, the one where it looks like they are drowning in a dreamy field of yellow. The one shot that will get them a thousand likes on Facebook and a shout out on twitter.
As for us, we kept to the lake, where our eighteen month old seemed mighty pleased to have encountered a flock of wary ducks. We had a good time. We came home tired and happy.
If only they had a barrier that kept people away from the flower beds, I would have been happier.