Now I’m the Gertrude Stein of the Brooklyn blogging world, eh? I loved what Bed Stuy Banana had to say about the Blogfest. Here’s an excerpt. She has more fun descriptions on her blog. I was pleased that she, along with many others, did a shout out.

I attended the Third Brooklyn Blogfest (an annual communion of artists,
activists, and other misfit toys culled from the Brooklyn blogosphere
by the Gertrude Stein of the Brooklyn blogging world, Louise Crawford
of Only the Blog Knows Brooklyn)
last night with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, my hand firmly
clutching Big Joe’s (formerly known as Joseph, more on that later). As
usual I was prepared for the absolute worst, for my detractors to come
up and flip loaded nachos into my face, telling me how much they hated
my blog and bearing printed out sheets highlighting my blog’s
grammatical errors, incorrect word usage and run-on sentences. And as
usual, the absolute worst failed to happen. In fact I had a small group
of fans (amazing what a complimentary bunch of bananas sent to the
right people can do) cheering me on and I felt feelings akin to what
I’d felt in art school, having found my tribe at last. Or one of them
at least. At various times in my life thus far, my tribes have included
gay men at New York clubs in the early nineties, earth mamas,
curmudgeons, and fashionistas.