It's somewhere past Way Too Late on a Saturday night. The high from running Friday's panel on the media and the New American Dad with friend and colleague Craig Heimbuch is still gripping me. ("What does it mean to sound like a dad?", asked by someone in the full room. "It's like jazz", was my reply.) I'm sitting at a table at the epicenter of SXSW Fun, the Driskill, talking to Laura Mayes and Catherine Connors and Jyl Johnson Pattee and Nathan Thornburgh and Caleb Gardner ; their intelligence and humanity are electrifying, like a thumping bass line in my head, stirring my blood like a good backbeat should. Joe Hernandez stopped by for a few minutes - he founded Klout, so naturally I had to ask him what his Klout score was. Earlier that day, I was sitting at a cell phone recharging station and struck up a conversation with the guy next to me. "Where are you from?", he asked. "San Diego," I replied. "Oh, my son goes to San Diego State!" "My alma mater!" The talk to turned to Aztec basketball, then to SXSW - was I here for work, or fun? Both, I said, and told him about the panel I did the day before. He was here for work - Rick Eaton, CFO of Hashable, who then took twenty minutes out of his no certainly busy day to walk me through SXSW's hottest new app. (At one point, he called for help, which came in the form of Hashable CEO Michael Yavonditte, both of them explaining to me what this did, what that did, and it was all I could not to clap my hands in delight. Such moments are geekworthy.) The next morning is Sunday, and I will get up early - "get up", like I've actually slept - and walk the streets of Austin, because when I go to a city for the first time I need to experience it before it wakes, to see what kind of silence it holds. Then I'll head over to a brunch with the PBS Kids production team, the creative minds who could be doing pretty much anything, who opt to make our children's world a little brighter. I'll meet Karen Walrond, and half-jokingly refer to her as a force of nature, but I can think of no better way to describe someone so radiant. I'll fly home, deal with a plane delay that causes me to miss a connecting flight from LA to San Diego, rent a car at LAX at 11:30 at night, make a two hour drive back to the San Diego airport to pick up my car, fall asleep at the wheel at least once, collapse in my bed at 2:45 AM on Monday morning, wake up at 7:30 AM that same Monday morning (have to, because it's my first day at a new job), and spend the next couple of days in a complete fog, battling a horrid case of laryngitis and trying to come up with a way of describing What SXSW Meant To Me. I'm thinking the whole thing was something like jazz. The Mile Davis kind.