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Jul. 23rd, 2012 07:20 am[Triple-booked myself this morning. Grumble.]
Jul. 23rd, 2012
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Jul. 23rd, 2012 03:27 pmUff.
OK, I posted the post before last from Readercon. As it might suggest, Readercon was pretty awesome, and not just because I earned my comp. membership fr next year the first afternoon, unloading Nightwing's car.* Sovay has done a better review than I can possibly manage;** I will content myself with discussing a couple of other highlights:
- Overseeing Elizabeth Bear's Kaffeeklatsch (aka easiest volunteer job ever.) The "Build a Story" sessions weren't actually that great; but seeing her do drunk yoga in the hotel lobby to unwind afterwards definitely was.
I will have to read her work.
- Partly as a result, I missed most of Sovay's reading. She guilt-tripped me int buying Beyond Binary, for which I have to thank her.
- I also bought a copy of Pratchett's The Long Earth. Then I seem to have left it in New Hampshire.
- We finally heard the full story of Sovay and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
derspatchel. Which would be a cool story in and of itself, even if it weren't making her so happy.
- Kirk Poland Bad Prose Competition=FTW.
- Yes, there was a single-malt party. I was only there briefly, as my group was making WAAYY too much noise, but...Edradour.
- Sunday morning, after posting, met a rather pretty young lady who wanted to know why I was laughing like a loon [Ans: Relativistic Baseball], which segued somehow into talking about the Haber-Bosch process, and then she needed food and I explained about the Con Suite... She'd not had a good con. socially, and was being a bit of a bitch about it. Although she eventually generated some good ideas... Anyway, I'm not sure if she's the coolest romantic prospect EVER, or a severe case of Don't Stick Your D1<|< In the Crazy.
- Did not see nearly enough of Teenybuffalo, except to try to resolve our questions about influences on Lovecraft.
Crashed briefly withsilvarwyrm, then headed up to my Aunt's cabin in NH. Going there is always cool; but this time it was rendered a bit bittersweet because
a) It's probably my last trip: she's selling the place. I've been going there since before I was born.
b) No one wound up visiting me there, generally for various very good reasons. Like that strange concept known as "Work", or post-Con exhaustion. I played host only to Tiny Wittgenstein and a four-year old; neither is restful.
I did, however, climb Mt. Shaw, which I've been looking at across the lake for 33 years. Only 2990', but on the Fifty Finest. I wound up bushwhacking up on logging roads; this led to me getting lost, and encountering three ticks and a bear.*** Also climbed the Kinsmans with Dan and Squigamunk, which is why ONE day that week was free from angst.
Views from all three are awesome, btw.
And now I'm back. I was actually ready to be back yesterday afternoon, and I *still* haven't finished unpacking the car, let alone doing two weeks' laundry. And unfortunately, I was away from teh Interwebs and my calendar, but NOT from my phone last week; so this morning I was supposed to be simultaneously assembling a stage, cooking lunch for the homeless, and attending a job interview.****
On the bright side, that was the easiest job interview EVER.
So come Fall, I will be teaching two sessions of World History at Maine College of Art! For less than I deserve, but a lot more than my previous adjunct jobs.
Now I just have to repeat my feat from the summer of 2010, and write a syllabus in three weeks! eep.
* Yes, her name is Nightwing. No, I don't know what the story behind it is.
Anyway, the car was packed to the GILLS with Con Suite supplies, so I got an automatic in with its organizers, inc. getting to crash on the couch after I spent Saturday night partying with people from Clarion West.
** And yes, I bought the rum.
*** "Which was scarier?" asked someone at this morning's interview.
"The ticks."
**** He woulda let me reschedule, but that is something you just Do Not Do.
OK, I posted the post before last from Readercon. As it might suggest, Readercon was pretty awesome, and not just because I earned my comp. membership fr next year the first afternoon, unloading Nightwing's car.* Sovay has done a better review than I can possibly manage;** I will content myself with discussing a couple of other highlights:
- Overseeing Elizabeth Bear's Kaffeeklatsch (aka easiest volunteer job ever.) The "Build a Story" sessions weren't actually that great; but seeing her do drunk yoga in the hotel lobby to unwind afterwards definitely was.
I will have to read her work.
- Partly as a result, I missed most of Sovay's reading. She guilt-tripped me int buying Beyond Binary, for which I have to thank her.
- I also bought a copy of Pratchett's The Long Earth. Then I seem to have left it in New Hampshire.
- We finally heard the full story of Sovay and
derspatchel. Which would be a cool story in and of itself, even if it weren't making her so happy.- Kirk Poland Bad Prose Competition=FTW.
- Yes, there was a single-malt party. I was only there briefly, as my group was making WAAYY too much noise, but...Edradour.
- Sunday morning, after posting, met a rather pretty young lady who wanted to know why I was laughing like a loon [Ans: Relativistic Baseball], which segued somehow into talking about the Haber-Bosch process, and then she needed food and I explained about the Con Suite... She'd not had a good con. socially, and was being a bit of a bitch about it. Although she eventually generated some good ideas... Anyway, I'm not sure if she's the coolest romantic prospect EVER, or a severe case of Don't Stick Your D1<|< In the Crazy.
- Did not see nearly enough of Teenybuffalo, except to try to resolve our questions about influences on Lovecraft.
Crashed briefly with
silvarwyrm, then headed up to my Aunt's cabin in NH. Going there is always cool; but this time it was rendered a bit bittersweet becausea) It's probably my last trip: she's selling the place. I've been going there since before I was born.
b) No one wound up visiting me there, generally for various very good reasons. Like that strange concept known as "Work", or post-Con exhaustion. I played host only to Tiny Wittgenstein and a four-year old; neither is restful.
I did, however, climb Mt. Shaw, which I've been looking at across the lake for 33 years. Only 2990', but on the Fifty Finest. I wound up bushwhacking up on logging roads; this led to me getting lost, and encountering three ticks and a bear.*** Also climbed the Kinsmans with Dan and Squigamunk, which is why ONE day that week was free from angst.
Views from all three are awesome, btw.
And now I'm back. I was actually ready to be back yesterday afternoon, and I *still* haven't finished unpacking the car, let alone doing two weeks' laundry. And unfortunately, I was away from teh Interwebs and my calendar, but NOT from my phone last week; so this morning I was supposed to be simultaneously assembling a stage, cooking lunch for the homeless, and attending a job interview.****
On the bright side, that was the easiest job interview EVER.
So come Fall, I will be teaching two sessions of World History at Maine College of Art! For less than I deserve, but a lot more than my previous adjunct jobs.
Now I just have to repeat my feat from the summer of 2010, and write a syllabus in three weeks! eep.
* Yes, her name is Nightwing. No, I don't know what the story behind it is.
Anyway, the car was packed to the GILLS with Con Suite supplies, so I got an automatic in with its organizers, inc. getting to crash on the couch after I spent Saturday night partying with people from Clarion West.
** And yes, I bought the rum.
*** "Which was scarier?" asked someone at this morning's interview.
"The ticks."
**** He woulda let me reschedule, but that is something you just Do Not Do.