Here are the bloggers, doing their blogging. In the Fleet Center:

I have found the secret “blogger area” and because I have a digital camera around my neck, and a laptop on my lap, I am blending in and nobody seems to notice that I’m in the lower “news service” caste. With the help of a help fellow Mac user, I have tricked the WiFi device into getting me online.

I have not been so brazen, however, as to have taken one of the official blogger desks. So I’m sitting in a yellow arena seat, perched high above the convention floor.

Speaking of which: more light has been shed on the credentials vs. access issue. In formal convention terms, there is a “floor” of the convention. This is actually the floor of the Fleet Center. It is red carpeted, and labelled with the names of various state delegations.

While I have Hall credentials, I do not have Floor credentials. Although apparently I can enter some sort of lottery by which I might acquire 15 minutes of floor fame. I believe, however, that this would also require that I anchor the NBC Nightly News. I’m not ready for that yet.

So here I am. Covering. The Convention.

It’s mid-afternoon, and the band is going through their sound checks. There’s a whole lotta singing of the national anthem — proudly hailing, and so on. Right now it’s Miss Teen New Mexico’s turn. If the sound checks are any indication, the anthem will be sung many, many times tonight.

More as events develop.

PS: I have not eaten or had anything to drink since my 4:30 a.m. trip to Tim Hortons. I think maybe I should go and do that now (that is Catherine’s little voice in my head speaking).

I’ve made my way through the security check — nothing more than what you would see at a smalltown airport — and into the temporary building that’s been set up for the media. There is reputed to be “unassigned media filing space” here somewhere, but it is like the Holy Grail — I keep getting pointed along the hall.

So I have created my own space, here on a dolly beside the curtains surrounding the Associated Press. There is free Wifi — indeed it seems to be in abundance, as there are about 10 networks in evidence.

If you’ve found the “unassigned media filing space,” please let me know. I’m off to look some more… gotta file!

Here’s the view from the plane while landing at Logan this morning:

The new camera is working out great. Too many options to figure out all of them in this confined time, but I’m working on it.

If you sit on the floor in front of the store called “Lamonts,” just inside the “show your photo ID” table on the second floor of the Westin Copley Place (where, on the third floor, media need to come daily to pick up credentials), there is free WiFi, SSID is ‘wireless.’ Not sure where it’s coming from.

By the way, Credentials Guy says it’s busiest between 9:00 a.m. and 9:30 a.m., and tails off quickly after that.

If you’re trying to find me while I’m here at the DNC, you can send email to dnc@reinvented.net, you can reach me on AOL Instant Messenger as reinventedpei, or you can phone my cell phone at (902) 393-1763.

I made it (in plenty of time — the city flowed well for me) to the Westin Copley to pick up my credentials. And they were waiting for me. So far so good. I’m still an orphan, though: because I’m not one of the credentialled bloggers, and I’m not a daily newspaper, photographer, radio or TV or magazine, none of the press galleries claims me as their own.

I made a pilgrimage to each of the galleries, here on the 7th floor of the hotel. The question at each was “what are you credentialled for?” When I said “news service,” they all looked at me like I was from another planet. I think I have now discovered that there is, in fact, no such thing as a news service.

But I’m not complaining.

Here’s what “credentials” look like:

I’m heading over to the Fleet Centre now to take these credentials out for a ride. Perhaps I will find my brothers and sisters in the working “news service” press there. I’ll take them for a drink.

Here’s a clip from tomorrow’s Wall Street Journal, from a story titled Meet the Bloggers (link appears not to require registration):

Peter Rukavina, 38, computer programmer, Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. Reinvented. Describe your blog. Comment, opinion and news about local and national issues, technology, and everyday life. How do you plan to cover the convention? What kind of content can readers expect? I am interested in the convention as a theatrical event and as a large public gathering as much as I’m interested in the political ramifications. As such, my readers can expect reporting on the technical and logistical minutiae, on how the convention is covered by the mainstream media, etc. Why should people read your coverage? I hope they share my approach to the world, enjoy my writing, and want to learn more about how events like this work. What’s the biggest gap in convention coverage by mainstream media in prior election years? Haven’t been involved enough — as a distant Canadian — to know. Moment/speaker/event you’re most looking forward to covering. Jimmy Carter. Whom did you support in the Democratic primary? Howard Dean.

In one fell swoop I give away my age and my political inclinations to the nation.

I won’t compare and contrast what they printed with what I answered, as they didn’t cut anything.

The photo in the article is a self-portrait taken poolside at the aiport Hampton Inn in Phoenix, New Mexico. I’m talking to Oliver on my cell phone.

Readers from yesterday may recall that I tempted the digital fates by making snide reference to the possibility that my trusty iBook computer would “implode.” At the time, with a fresh battery, and no sign of non-battery trouble for almost three years, I had every reason to think that this was an ironic comment — that all my backups onto USB key drives, and the OS X install CDs in my backpack were simply the result of paranoia.

Oh how wrong I was.

After a tasty dinner of fresh spring rolls and spicy basil chicken at the excellent Vien Dong restaurant on the main street of Moncton, I spent the balance of the evening fine-tuning the weblog and playing with the new digital camera in my hotel room (Country Inn and Suites; short review: free WiFi only works in the center core of the hotel; card-key doors locks don’t work more often than they do; be prepared for vague carpet mold smells throughout).

Just before going to bed, around 10:30 p.m., I decide to try out the whizzy movie-recording features of the new camera: I shot a little movie, and dumped it into the iBook using Image Capture.

It was then that things went horribly, horribly wrong.

The computer froze up tight, with the hard drive making a sound very akin to that which a 45 rpm record used to make when it was skipping — a-rat-tat-tat… a-rat-tat-tat… a-rat-tat-tat… a-rat-tat-tat. Not Good, I thought to myself.

My only choice was to do a hard reboot — hold down the power key until the iBook turned off, and then power it up again.

When the iBook sprang to life, it didn’t: on the screen was a folder with a flashing question mark super-imposed on it. This I took to mean “I can’t seem to find a start-up disk.”

I powered down and rebooted again. Same result. Again. Same result.

I inserted the install disk, figuring that the Disk Utility included on it could be used to fix a disk problem. Except that when I powered up the Disk Utility, it didn’t actually see the disk at all. And thus couldn’t fix it.

I rebooted. By some magic, this time the computer powered up. Perhaps this was just a freak occurrence? I got online, went to the Apple support site, and looked around the “start up troubleshooting” section for possible answers. The best answer seemed to be “call your authorized support technician.”

At 11:30 p.m., in Moncton, the day before I was due to fly to Boston, this was not a helpful solution.

My scenario-planning system sprang into action. I figured there wasn’t much point in going to Boston to blog a convention without a machine to blog with. I temporarily flirted with the notion of ditching the iBook and relying on public libraries and Internet cafes, but then I realized this would mean competing with thousands of other laptopless delegates, media and guests for scarce resource.

My mind immediately turned to Johnny’s iBook. We had made arrangements for Johnny, who is in Montreal this week, to leave his laptop at his house in case my earlier battery situation didn’t get solved. Because the situation with the battery did get solved, I’d just left his laptop back at home.

I did the driving math: 2 hours back to Charlottetown, maybe an hour and 45 if I drove fast. Same to get back. Four hours of driving. Flight leaves at 7:00 a.m., in 7 hours. Be at the airport an hour early. It would work, leaving me two hours of sleep in Charlottetown and lots of crazy, sleepy driving.

But I’d come too far to stop now.

So I called Catherine to warn her I was coming, checked out of my hotel (I did get a good 8 hours worth of use out of the room…) and headed back to the Island.

I pulled into my driveway in Charlottetown at exactly 2:00 a.m. Grabbed two hours of sleep, waking up at 4:00 a.m. Headed over to Johnny’s. Brought the wrong key. Back home. Back to Johnny’s. Got the laptop. Stopped at Tim Hortons for an Ice Cap and a bagel to as to pry my eyelids open and power up the adrenaline generators.

I left Charlottetown at 4:30 a.m., arrived at the Moncton airport at 6:15 a.m. Checked in for my flight. Through security, and into the waiting room. Only then did I get a chance to make sure that Johnny’s computer was actually working.

It is. And I’m sitting here in seat 8C on flight 613 from Moncton to Montreal at 7:22 a.m. Atlantic. Two hours sleep. Heavy Ice Cap buzz means I can’t get any more sleep.

Let’s rock…

Posted from the Air Canada lounge at Dorval Airport.

“Peter Rukavina of reinvented@DNC describes his experiences with a variety of photoblog tools and links to his future DNC album.” (from Convention Blog Watch in the LA Times; registration required).