From seven miles above the planet, everything looks possible. I flew into Austin, Texas on a 737 full of Internet geeks at about ten in the morning the day before the convention started.

By the end of the second day it felt like my eyes had disunited, never looking at the same thing at the same time, seeing more things than most people, but seeing none of them too distinctly. The frenetic pace was enjoyable and exhausting, like all the best things in life.

Holding the sunshine in my hand, walking up my shadow towards the hotel to bang out an Interwebs edit for a couple hours, then back into the streets to meet up with some of my favorite people.

“That’s a conundrum” we constantly cried out in warm alarm, but nothing ever was.

Just after dawn, I woke up and fell briefly back to sleep. I had a dream that a bull came charging in at full speed, leaped across a small canal in the middle of an old Spanish street, then leapt headfirst into group of seated friends on the stone steps of a library. Justin Day was there, and he was uninjured. Several people died. The bull was huge, at least twice the size of a reality-based bull. I saw him charging from at least a quarter mile away, but I didn’t say anything until the last second.

I learned a lot about the processes of investing in web tech from the Angelsoft crew, something I honestly wasn’t that interested in before, and now am enthralled. Bottom line is to just make something useful and amazing by yourself first, then use investors to grow up.

Hung out with @schlomo, an old videoblogger friend from SF who could no more make an enemy or be distrustful than he could transform himself into a purple coyote with biscuits for feet. He’s one of those rarities you meet, talk for 15 solid minutes, and you’re friends for the rest of your life.

Don’t cook it down to the masses. Don’t hold back. Put as much of yourself into every project as possible. I was happy to hear and see that virtue from so many others this week. It’s the only way to live.