That was a long headline. But it does say it all.

Ycombinator, a technology incubator based in Mountain View and Silicon Valley, is taking applications through Friday, October 17th 10pm PST for its winter 2008 incubator cycle.

The most excellent Susan Mernit has galvanized a small group of us who are interested in seeing if we can help increase the percentage of women accepted this time around.

So ... If you are a woman who is planning to apply to ycombinator for this cycle and you'd like to have some mentoring and support before you submit your application from an experienced woman CEO/executive/entrepreneur sort, there's a posse of dames with moxie who are interested in working with you.

(Yes, I am one of them.)

To get involved with this group and ideally paired with a mentor, send an email with contact information and information about your proposal to pinkgaragementors@gmail.com; we'll circulate your information among our team and reach back to you.

If you are mentored, you will receive an hour or more of coaching with a woman exec. who has been through a tech incubator program, has been a tech CEO or co-founder, a tech industry analyst/journalist, is a VC or maybe even some combination of the aforementioned.

I hate to pull the whole "women are just more compassionate leaders" thing, but the truth of the matter is that we're in dire economic times and those times - more than any other - call for the type of leadership that operates from both the head AND the heart. And I think it's pretty clear how things are now based on the leadership we've had to-date.

Who better to proffer an alternative than an intelligent, aggressive (in the good sort of way), powerful female entrepreneur.

Here's to helping foster a new generation.

I refrain from anything too personal in my BitchBuzz writing, because ... well ... it's not appropriate. But on occasion those experiences and stories merit sharing some backstory. This being a cautionary tale, I feel compelled to share.

It all began with a number.

That number was 139 over 95.

You might recognize that as a blood pressure reading. It is. Mine. And as someone whose blood pressure has been a solid 110/65 since I was, oh, 14 years old, that number was pretty shocking.

And it scared the shit out of me.

So I went to my internist to get it checked out.

I walked into the office, went back into an exam room and the nurse came in. She took my weight (depressing) and then my blood pressure.

It was marginally better, 135 over 80, but still pretty elevated.

Great.

In came my physician. Dr. Gary Apter. He's just about the calmest, most easygoing fellow you'll meet - good thing in a doctor. He's been my doctor since I moved to California 18 years ago and has seen me through some pretty rocky business.

He sat down across from me and we began to talk. He asked how I was doing. He asked what I was doing for work. He inquired about my family. And then, as he continued chatting with me, he began - very slowly - to move over and pull out the blood pressure cuff.

As we continued chatting he wrapped the cuff around my right arm. Then he said:

"Okay Cathy. Now I want you to take three deep breaths."

I did.

Nearing the third exhale, Dr. Apter began taking my blood pressure. The cuff tightened. I felt my breath catch. Dr Apter paused and reminded me to breathe. I did.

He finished with the reading and smiled.

Thing is, I've always been more of an essayist and tend to wax on more than off when it comes to telling my tales and proffering any punditry (such as it is).

Twitter has gone a long way towards helping me shake up that foundation a bit. The whole concept of spitting out thoughts in 140 characters or less really makes you get to the point.

But when it comes to this particular space, my inclination is to meditate, ruminate and even on occasion marinate a particular thought or idea and then try to make some bigger picture connection.

Not tonight.

And it's for a simple reason.

I spent a bit more than two hours on the phone with a friend whose very voice on the other end puts a smile on my face and, more importantly, in my heart. The funny thing is that we've not been friends all that long, but in a relatively short period have shared some rather intense experiences, deeply personal stories and incredibly intimate emotions. It's a friendship that caught me completely off-guard (in the best of all possible ways), and my life is all the more rich for it.

So here I sit.

I should have gone to bed about an hour ago. But I find myself energized and relaxed all at the same time. Curled up in the chair that my parents gave me from my childhood home, gazing out from the muted amber light of my living room to the sparkling cityscape outside (there's a warm whooshing sound from distant traffic), I have a sense that the distant hum I hear actually is coming from inside of me.

I find myself smiling.

This may seem a strange question for someone who's just coming back from a vacation, and so lest you think I've taken a turn for the geek in the last days, allow me to explain.

Friday, July 18 was Intels' 40th birthday.

I turned 40 in May.

Interesting parallel for me - the fact that Intel and I were born in the same year. I'm a bit older, actually, but I think Intel's had a bit more work done than I have ... at least so far. It's early yet on that front.

As for why I'm writing about this now instead of back in July, let's just say it's more like I'm just finishing up. I started this on June 5 and have iterated quite a few times.

But now that I've returned from my little vacation, freshly renewed and revisiting all that is tech, I figured it was time to post. If for no other reason than to start back to work (and kick-off September) with a fresh slate.

That, and frankly after spending time at the Intel Developer Forum last week I was feeling guilty that I'd not gotten around to this ...

To be honest, before getting the email heralding Intel's big anniversary, I hadn't given Intel's age much thought. Kind of like my own 40th.

I opted this year for a low-key (for me) approach to my birthday - a night out at the symphony with a friend (Brahms 4th ... and a superlative performance of it at that) and then a small gathering for champagne and dessert at Jardiniere's J Lounge.

But at some point during this "heck, 40's just another year and not a big deal" process, things shifted a bit. It didn't become monumental but it did become a mile marker. And with that I started thinking about my evolution over the last 40 years ...

What I'm doing now bears little resemblance to what I thought I'd be doing when I "grew up" but the motivation and the result are spot on. (If you ask what I thought I'd be doing ... I'll say this, Shakespeare was right, all the world is a stage...)

And I say Intel isn't all that different - except that they may have a few more challenges to face.

I'm in an interesting position from which to comment on this. I was invited to be part of a group that Intel initiated this year called the "Intel Insiders". Comprised by a collection of entrepreneurial/blogger/vlogger/media/communications sorts, the idea is that Intel gives us advance peeks at various projects in order to give our perspective and counsel on how to best leverage social media in those projects.

We had our first meeting at the start of the summer. It was a superb gathering, during which most all of those in the group [including some old friends: JD Lasica, Tom Foremski, Brian Solis, Chris Heuer, Christian Perry, Adriana Gasgcoine and new pals Sarah Austin, Frank Gruber (SomewhatFrank), Justine Ezarik (iJustine) and Irina Slutsky] met up at Intel's offices for a couple of hours to talk about the program and what we'd be doing.

We met and got to speak with a passel of Intel folks including Sean Maloney - who offered some surprising statistics regarding where Intel would be putting it's marketing budget moving forward. (Side note: he said that 80 percent of all marketing spend would move online in the next year. This is a considerable increase from their earlier statements on this.)

I had to skate out a bit early so missed the tour that resulted in this picture. But it was superb to bond with the group a bit and get a sense of what we might be doing.

That was several months ago, and to be honest we've not done a whole lot since then. There have been some emails but largely the program itself is still finding its legs.

But back to IDF and my thinking about Intel ...

Much of the conversation at IDF surrounded, as you might guess, the announcements the company was making but I had equally as many discussions about Intel as brand and bellweather for Silicon Valley.

Here is a company deeply embedded in the Motherboard of Silicon Valley - actually, scratch that, they pretty much built the Motherboard of Silicon Valley. In any case, they are at their very core a chip company. That's what they do. They make the stuff that sits at the heart of all those things we love - from computers to now television sets, set top boxes, cars and even a personal space flight vehicle.

But a couple of years ago, Intel made a choice. They decided that no longer did they want to be "just" that chip company. They wanted to be a consumer company.

No easy task.

I mean, most folks don't really care what goes inside their electronics, appliances or modes of transport - they just want them to work. This isn't too dissimilar from the challenge faced by another tech industry stalwart, Cisco.

So what's a company to do? People's minds and perspectives can and do change, but it takes Herculean effort and even then can be dicey.

Going back to where Intel's path and mine seem to run parallel - as I mentioned, while the things I do day to day may not be what I'd thought years ago, the type of work I'm doing and the motivation behind it (finding ways to get myriad, diverse groups connected and talking with each other) is right on the mark. It's taken me years of wending my way through a fascinating, if sometimes Labyrinth-like series of pathways, but at some point I internalized that which meant most to me - my core motivation if you will - and suddenly found myself square in the path of the work I'm currently doing.

Intel has taken the first steps. They have recognized that things need to change and are engaging with resources and outside voices to gain perspective. They seem to be listening to that counsel, and the next step will be for them to truly internalize and build on that new foundation.

It's a bit like changing the wings on an airplane that's already mid-flight across the Atlantic, but that's a different story.

And of course there's the issue of Moore's Law ... and whether or not Intel can maintain the increasingly breakneck pace with which the technology now accelerates.

From a personal perspective the whole time acceleration thing presents issues of its own, but as my friend Rob Hayes so kindly offered when I told him about my hitting the four decade mark in sync with Intel ... "Cathy, of course you're like Intel ... you get twice as good, every 18 months."

Here's to hoping.

I fell in love with Vancouver. (That's Vancouver, BC, btw)

For those who know me, and even for many who don't, it's abundantly clear from any number of tales I may have shared that I have a deep, passionate and truly connected love for San Francisco. It goes to the marrow of my bones, and has been like that since I stepped off the plane on June 26, 1990.

Part of this love comes from perspective. I've had the good fortune to travel a bit - both around the US and a touch of international - and no matter where I go, and how much fun I might have in other places, the best part of any trip for me is that approach to SFO over the Bay (added bonus if lucky enough to be on the approach pattern that takes in a sweeping, banked turn around the downtown area of SF and the Golden Gate).

So when I had a moment here in Vancouver this past Sunday afternoon - a moment when my heart swelled like it sometimes does back home in SF - it made me catch my breath, and then smile.

It was an otherwise unremarkable moment in time, strolling along and turning the corner off Granville by the Vancouver Art Gallery. It may have been the smell (a deep, damp, green earth scent blended with wafting aromas of salt and brine from the sea); it may have been the light (dappled amber when not shifted to gray from the charcoal clouds pregnant in the sky); it was probably a bit of both combined with some deeper sense that just felt comfortable - not dissimilar to how I felt upon stepping off the plane in the Bay Area on that hot, June morning eighteen years ago.

Amidst the sounds of city (construction, traffic, conversations - a strangely melodic audio melee) I could hear the raucous laughter of seagulls - reminding me of my summers in Atlantic City, NJ. I was born and raised along the Main Line suburbs of Philadelphia, PA but summer - and many weekends in the winter "off" season - meant heading for the Jersey Shore and our place one block from the beach.

I tell people that I spent my summers in the yellow section of the Monopoly board - between Ventnor and Atlantic avenues not too far from Marvin Gardens.

Really.

My dad grew up down there - back in the days when Atlantic City, NJ wasn't the punchline of a bad Vegas joke but rather an elegant seaside community where people actually did raise children.

As I recall the story, he and my mother met the summer after she graduated Penn State University. Her family, which was from Philadelphia, spent summers in Atlantic City. So after her college graduation, down to the shore they went. And, as these things go, someone (probably from the synagogue) said, "Hey, have I got a nice boy to introduce to your Doris..."

And so my parents met.

There are funny stories about those early days, but those must wait for another day, because this is a story about the place not the people. More to the point it's about what it means when a place reveals itself to be your soul mate.

Atlantic City always has held an incredibly strong place in my heart. It does to this day. I adored those summers and to this day the scent of sea (and the usual accompanying aromas of tar and wood from docks) sends me to a very special place in my memory. A place that is equal parts safe, warm, happy and hopeful.

But I digress ...

I was talking about the experience of feeling suddenly at home in a place that is, for all intents and purposes, a wholly strange place. Sure I was in Vancouver once before - in the September of 2005 for about four days - but that doesn't exactly a deep relationship make.

And that last trip, while fun, certainly didn't amount to any sort of deeply connected experience. I had fun and noted that Vancouver was a place I had to visit again.

So to be strolling by myself down a random street and suddenly feel that I was home was a particular jolt.

As I noted in a previous commentary, I came here to Vancouver for some R&R and to see what might come up if I let myself ... just ... connect.

And here's the takeaway thus far ... home does lie precisely where the heart does.

Going on vacation.

I'm not headed anywhere particularly exotic, though I am leaving town.

The weather won't be tropical and beachy, in fact it may be raining.

But I don't care.

For me, this is all about just doing it. Unplugging.

"Um, Cathy. What's the big deal? People turn off their computers and cell phones all the time."

Really?

In light of the reactions that many gave to my telling them I was extricating myself from the social media power grid for a handful of days, I became more convinced that our ever-connectedness was, indeed, more than a little bit of a societal problem.

And then I read today's New York Times (Yes, I actually read the physical paper ... almost all of it I'm proud to say) ... and came across Ben Stein's column.

For starters, I love Ben Stein.

To anyone who grew up through the John Hughes films of the mid 1980s Ben Stein's iconic drone of "Bueller? ... Bueller?" punctuated pretty much any lag in response time during a conversation.

Over time I grew to learn that he was not just "that guy" from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, but indeed an accomplished writer, comic, actor and someone who actually also had a solid knack for offering great financial advice.

While whirring away on the elliptical at the hotel gym today, Ben Stein caught my attention with his musing on the digital shackles with which we bind ourselves. He speaks of the things we miss - like being human.

And so that's my test for myself this week - just how connected can I be to the people immediately around me? How connected can I be to the sights and sounds and smells of my here and now?

Obviously I'm writing this while on vacation so I've not wholly severed my connection, but have committed to only writing and perhaps posting some photos from my adventures.

Who knows, maybe I'll have some stories to share.

I tend to think so.

After all, jail time doesn't bring back someone's life.

But in this case, I have to say that I was thrilled to hear that Marjorie Knoller is back in jail - and this time perhaps for the rest of her life.

As far as I'm concerned she's getting off easy.

For anyone for whom this name rings not even a distant campanile, here's the Cliff Notes version.

Late in January 2001 a woman by the name of Diane Whipple was fatally mauled in the hallway of her San Francisco apartment building. The perpetrators: her neighbor's two, Presa Canario Mastiffs.

In the days that followed, San Francisco's District Attorney was having a hard time finding people to testify in the trial. People in the building were terrified of the couple who owned the dogs.

I'm not a resident of that building, and in fact live quite a few blocks away. But I'm a dog owner, and so meandering the neighborhood and spending time in all the parks means that I cross paths with pretty much anyone attached to a canine in the area.

And I had two encounters - one with Knoller and one with her husband, Robert Noel - that in hindsight made my blood run cold.

If things had gone just a bit differently, I might have been first.

The background on the story was left out of the post on BB, mostly because it's personal and so not appropriate to share there.

But I feel as though the story merits a closer look.

So here it goes...

A month or so back I was out with some friends. I was in a particularly cantankerous mood (which for anyone who knows me can mean anything from me being somewhat sassy to downright snarky. This particular night fell somewhere towards the middle of that continuum). One of the friends in the posse was in particularly bad state (recent break up and things of that nature). Suffice to say that this was an oil and water sort of situation that for some reason I felt compelled to Twitter.

Bad choice.

Pat Gelsinger is on the stage talking about the "Embedded Internet" - the concept of our connectedness as we've never seen it before. He's claiming a move towards 15 billion Internet-connected devices by 2015.

If I were a newbie to the tech realm I might scoff at those numbers. But in light of how quickly technology seems to be moving, perhaps this is a conservative estimate.

Of course there are challenges and barriers - longer life devices, scalability of software, better power solutions, privacy and data security, open standards - but Pat just offered solutions for all of them. Of course.

And now on the stage - an "embedded chopper" ... Yes. A motorcycle. With heavy horsepower engine, along with front and rear cameras, GPS, Wi-Max ... and more.

That's cool, but the embedded internet IP phone they're showing now is SWEET.

MUST HAVE ONE.

Okay, now I'm salivating on my computer. Not good.

Having been to a few IDFs in the past, the thing that catches my attention this year is the sense that while this is still very much a geekfest, the presence of real world implementation of technology - translation: the consumer story - is everywhere. More to the point, they talk about where technology can "take you" ... and it seems to be a literal translation.

From the personal space craft in the lobby, to the motorcycle on the stage and the Linux platform based BMW concept car they just showed, it would seem that the only mode of transport missing is a boat.

The day is young.

I don't know that it was particularly planned, orchestrated or otherwise arranged, but with very little exception I share pretty much everything.

Okay so that's not entirely true ... there are some subjects I've chosen to avoid altogether. There are others I raise only when utterly integral to a given story. But as a rule, the day-to-day, moment-to-moment experience that is my ever-so-mercurial ride through the world of start-ups, Silicon Valley and ... well ... life ... has become an open book.

Friends who've known me a while probably would just say that technology finally caught up to the way that I just ... am. Which, put in perspective, is that it's a pretty rare occasion when you can't tell what I'm feeling at a given moment.

If I'm happy - it's clear.

If I'm sad - it's clear.

And if I'm angry ... well, let's just say most folks don't particularly like me in the state. Frankly neither do I.

But that's not the point of this post.

I realized that unlike some of my blogosphere brethren, I don't have a sidebar on this blog that enumerates the various and sundry ways by which you can find me.

Quel horror.

And so, with a brief interlude at the keyboard, I rectify this trespass with the following selection of social media flavors. (It's not as though finding me on-line is particularly hard. Hell, just Google me and you'll see at least a few pages of accurate connections. Strangely if you remove the space between my names you get some other very interesting items. Like this video I've only just found ... )

But for those not inclined to hunt - and frankly so I have it all in one place - I've created this directory of sorts.

Twitter: cathybrooks
FriendFeed: cathybrooks
Seesmic: cathybrooks
LinkedIn: cathybrooks
Identi.ca: cathybrooks
Yelp: cathybrooks
Flickr: cathybrooks
YouTube: sfloislane
Plurk: cathybrooks
Upcoming: cathybrooks

Whether it's one or more of these, I hope you'll connect, communicate with me and - above all - tell me what you think.

My partner in crime for the session, Amber Scott, and I met only by phone and email prior to our leading the nearly two hour talk on videoblogging - a fact that shocked several of those who stayed afterwards to speak with us.

But should they have been shocked?

I think not.

Okay, so maybe I don't suck, but let's just say that math and I are uneasy bedfellows at best.

This is why it's particularly amusing that I seem to have such a penchant for remembering numbers - dates, anniversaries, phone numbers, addresses ...

And today is a big number day.

Here's why ... and I share this story along with posing a question to you ... so take a listen and then chime in!

Think of it like a big room full of people and the room has doors and windows all around it. Each door and window represents a different point of entry to the conversation. For some it might be via Twitter, for others from a social network, it could be from a blog or even from Seesmic itself.

What you see below is the first iteration of our brand new, threaded, standalone player - with built in record/reply functionality. This is a conversation that started on Seesmic ... expanded here to my blog ... and I also dropped it into my MySpace profile.

So check it out ... and if you don't have a Seesmic account already, if you click on reply below you can register and get one! Don't worry, no download necessary :)

I have a MySpace profile. And Facebook. And LinkedIn. And FriendFeed, SocialThing, MyBlogLog, Seesmic, Flickr, Upcoming, Yelp, Twitter (well, through Twhirl, at least). And that doesn't count the posting that I do here on my own blog or for Seesmic or LeWeb.

If the hypersensitive hyperlinked nature of the previous paragraph hasn't put you off too badly, hopefully you'll read this item I just rediscovered - on my own MySpace page.

In the spirit of brevity (and clarity), I'm opting to embrace my not-so-inner-Virgo moon and clear out these last items in short order.

So fasten your seat belt, and perhaps keep a crash helmet nearby, as I whip through a series of powerful and impactful events:

Rogozin School
There is, at some point, a far more in-depth commentary from me about this visit. For now, however, I'll defer to the words of my fellow TG, Robert Scoble because his truly touching post paints a lovely picture of our visit.

Peres Center for Peace
In December 2006, I had the pleasure of hearing Shimon Peres speak at LeWeb. He said that while governments might posture and make noise about peace, the truth is that it was up to the private sector to establish the infrastructure necessary to maintain and grow a peaceful society. That is what the Peres Center for Peace endeavors to do - bridge chasms between disparate groups by bringing the sides together to tackle common issues (education, agriculture, children).

Good Vision
Sadly I missed most of this presentation. As was the case with pretty much our entire week, we were running late. Based on an earlier version of our schedule, which showed Thursday afernoon open, I had arranged a series of meetings with entrepreneurs in Tel Aviv.

My TG colleagues who took part in these meetings each offered glowing reviews. But rather than try and paraphrase, I'll point you to Renee Blodgett's accounting of the visit.

Israeli Entrepreneurship - the Ladies' Way
This trip to Israel brought with it several opportunities to meet a few of the powerful women rising in the ranks of this innovative community. Susan Mernit wrote a great post that captures the essence of how the woman who populate this incredibly aggressive and rapidly moving technology market manage to blaze trails while remaining utterly committed to forward movement of technology and in supporting other women in the market.

My last meeting finished up at about 7:00pm. The Traveling Geeks were to have one last dinner together, but unfortunately some pressing deadlines back in the States required that I work through dinner (since I'd spend the entire next day on the plane).

I sent the last email, got my bags pretty much packed, and that's when I made a decision that, while perhaps not the most intelligent choice I've ever made, certainly was fun.

Our flight was to depart at about 8am. That meant getting to the airport by 6am. Which meant leaving the hotel around 5:15am.

"No problem," I thought to myself. "I just won't go to sleep."

Oy.

While the tales of the evening are amusing, I have to think about whether or not they're appropriate to share ... (and of course if I have to think about it, that probably means the answer is that I shouldn't).

But in any case ... with the trip now in the rearview mirror and many adventures on the horizon, I conclude this last Traveling Geeks Israel 2008 post... and look forward to the future and more TG adventures!