No, no, no– I wasn’t being aloof, or contrary. I was the dark half of the moon.
People in the throes of SXSW need a Not SXSW. Our house was Not SXSW. People landed on our porch at different times for cups of tea and clean toilets before heading off for more furore. (SXSW always involves seeing people from various points of one’s life in surprising combinations, and at odd times.)
I was also Not SXSW for my mister, who was Very SXSW. I made him protein man-snacks and gave him the benefit of my photographic where-things-are memory.
It was Not SXSW but Spring Break for me: School holiday trumps South-by.
And finally, it was Not SXSW by dint of sickness. The one day I had planned to march my kids into the throng, I could not even manage the feat of verticality. Illness steals South-by.
Congratulations on Not SXSW 2012 — to all those on the dark half of the moon; looking after kids, house-sitting, feeding cats, doing airport runs, watering house plants, making cuppas and all the rest. For every SXSW, there is a Not SXSW.
And I have not one photo to post. This is as good a time as any to share the brilliance of my husband’s band with you. They were the bright side of the moon and how very bright and beautiful they were: