DocNography tool and server 

Tried it. I think this is hot. I want to try to get my organization to try it for a training product development brainstorming session. It's perfect for brainstorming. Begone you taped-up pieces of easel pad paper.

I managed to add to the DocNography menu, just fumbling around. I'm sure the server is beyond me.

Delighted to see the name of the tool. Will it stay that way? I think it should. With the camelCase it brings a certain DS9 character to mind.

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I knew I shouldn't have tried that 

I downloaded the docnog server and now it's interfering with saving my blog's day page. It's looking for a drive on Dave's Mac, and I have a DW and a Bookmarks menu I didn't have before.

File gone now. All better. So far.

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Liz Henry on getting lectured by male geeks, and girl cootie pride 

Her post strikes a chord with me. It's about guys who can shut up a room of women in one swell foop.

According to Liz, "We need to be able to say, 'You're hijacking a good thing that was happening in this conversation, and now that will stop.' Without that being made a huge deal, or the focus of the conversation. And without having to then take care of the shutted-up person's feelings."

I also got a kick out of Liz's characterization of her Woolf camp self-selection strategy, an "OMG Sparkly Ponies slumber party atmosphere that we deliberately cultivated to express our girl cootie pride."

Pemberley.com's annual Jane Austen gatherings were billed in a similar way, only men were not allowed into the North American events. (The England trips were a little different kind of scene.) We brought up the giggling slumber party milieu as a way of saying, essentially, "You wouldn't want to be there anyway," but what we really meant was "We like it this way and your presence would change all that."

There was an exception -- an open invitation to Henry. He was our sole male site committee member, whom we came to think of as an honorary woman because, for a reason I'd love to be able to put my finger on, he had that talent of not stopping fun girlie things dead in their tracks. He never took us up on the invite, though.

(There's more I want to say about this but not now because I have to run and because I'm not completely sure what I want to say. Maybe Hil can help. If we could identify that quality Henry has, we might be about to figure out if it can be learned.)

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