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Friday, May 16th, 2008
2:55 am	Robin of Sherwood (BBC) My household has a collection of media that we keep around mostly to watch while we are doing other things-- cleaning, or various crafts, or especially sewing, which goes much faster with television. The things we watch tend to be non-subtitled, are for no particular reason mostly live-action, and fall into the category of neither so bad as to be unwatchable nor so good as to require undivided attention. The BBC is responsible for the majority of them, things like Cadfael, Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes, Coupling, the episodes of Fawlty Towers and Monty Python's Flying Circus that everyone has memorized thoroughly enough not to have to look at. I had been familiar with the BBC Robin of Sherwood in this context for years, since Thrud has a collection of old tapes of it, mostly off PBS, missing segments and labeled in crayon in Thrud's uniquely descriptive naming system: 'Robin Hood vs. the Evil Devil-Worshipping Nuns', 'Robin Hood vs. the Critically Failed Saving Throw', 'Robin Hood vs. the History of Anti-Semitism in Europe'. I've sewed through a lot of Robin of Sherwood, and, well, it sort of went by. Then it came out on DVD, which meant that we started showing the second season, and I noticed (I had previously intellectually known, but not put it together) that Robin of Sherwood is one of the greatest works of hilariously bad television ever made, and that I really have a duty to mention that to people who might happen to like hilariously bad television. So in this version Robin Hood is, and I am not in any way making this up, the adoptive son of Herne the Hunter, represented here as a mostly-naked forest deity with a stag's head and a great deal of reverb. Herne appears to Robin Hood and tells him to Fight Evil and Gather A Band Of The Righteous, and when Robin asks how this can be done, I can quote Herne's reply to him verbatim: "Act.... Without.... Thinking...!" Seriously. In basso profundo pseudo-profound I Am Dispensing Revelations Here looming wide-angle shot. Fortunately, Herne picked the right boy for the job. It almost never comes up, but for the entire rest of the show, whenever the glimmer of a thought happens to pass across Robin's mind, the viewing audience is encouraged to cluck at him, sigh, and say 'You're thinking again, Robin'. Fun for the whole family. At any rate, the first thing that happens to Robin after being adopted by Herne and told never to use his brain again is that he acquires a soundtrack by Clannad. Actually the soundtrack to the whole thing is by Clannad. It is a very misty ethereal new-age-y sort of soundtrack with booms and random Gaelic and it bears almost no relationship to what may or may not be going on on screen at any given time. Sometimes there will be a mystical awe sort of noise when they are just riding along on horseback. It is because Robin is Herne's son, so everything he does is sacred. No, really, it is, it was in the DVD booklet. Every so often, when someone evil enough to have a lot of minions comes along, the bad guy will have a live choir in the background (standing around in his castle wearing monk's robes, mostly), and they will evilly sing Clannad, for ambience. After that there is a lot of comparative mythology, as put through a blender. For one thing, there are Welsh Vikings. I mean it. Everyone from that region worshps Odin. They dress like Vikings, too, which speaks of some internal consistency, at least. Towards the middle of season two the comparative mythology-mixing becomes even weirder than you could possibly predict, to wit, and I do not know why I am spoiler-highlighting this because it is not as though the plot either matters or makes sense, Guy of Gisbourne becoming the High Priest of the Fenris Wolf. In the second season Richard O'Brien is an Eeeevil Magician who menacingly shakes bunches of leaves at people and burbles unintelligibly in Riff Raff's voice, too. This is one of the single greatest things I have ever seen on television. Both seasons are now out on DVD, so I am sure Netflix has it. (32 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
12:07 am	Cool I have put two and two together and realized that Farthing Party is over my birthday this year. Awesome. (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 11th, 2008
4:00 pm	Recent Books I have been proofing Thrud's latest novel in preparation for sending it various places, and realised that I was about to forget that I've been reading other fiction lately, because proofing two hundred-odd pages in three days with more work to go narrows one's focus just a tad. (Also I am in the state one gets to after a lot of proofreading where I automatically scan everything for typos and am prepared to defend the Oxford comma with drawn rapier, but while this is a state that is probably obnoxious for the people around me, I actually rather enjoy it.) So, stuff I've been reading lately. Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. This recently won the National Book Award in the YA category. I wholeheartedly agree with this decision. This book should be depressing beyond all human comprehension, and isn't; uses the way teenage boys talk in a way that I usually find off-putting, except this time I don't; and has the best illustrations ever, seriously, I mean it. Our protagonist, Harold Spirit, Jr., decides to transfer to a basically all-white high school that is better academically and in other ways than the school on the reservation where he lives, and the ramifications of that change his entire life. This book is so good at the complexities. No decision is easy or unequivocally right. Junior (as he thinks of himself) wants to be an artist, and the book's drawings are purportedly his, which lends the book the additional and unusual strength of having a protagonist declare that they have a vocation in the visual arts and having the reader just nod and say, yup, and you're going to make a living and a reputation at it, too, I have no doubts. Usually one has to take that on faith; here, it's one of the reasons the book isn't as depressing as it ought to be. Also some of the drawings are hilarious. Highly recommended. Bounce-off: Kenneth Grahame, The Golden Age. Well, now I know why The Wind in the Willows is the only Grahame I'd ever read or heard of. I got about two chapters into this before the sheer quantity of twee made me nauseated. The definition of Victorian romanticization of childhood. Utterly gorgeous illos by Ernest Shepard, though, which are so delightful that I am considering photocopying them or something. Bounce-off: W.H. Auden: Collected Poems. I have now definitively proved that I cannot read Auden collections; this is the fifth I've tried. The process is as follows: Pick up book. Examine table of contents. Does TOC contain 'Lullaby'? If not, it is not a good Auden collection, so there is no point; put book down. If so, turn to 'Lullaby'. Burst into helpless tears halfway through first stanza. Finish poem in weepy delighted sort of way. Go have a look at 'September, 1939' and the elegy for Yeats. Turn to poem which has not been previously memorized. Realize that it is not one of the three poems already mentioned, and is just not quite as good. Try another poem. Ditto. Another. Ditto. Vow to try reading an Auden collection without turning to 'Lullaby' first. Realize this is not going to happen. Find attention wandering. Find self reciting Marilyn Hacker's joke stanza about Chester Kallman under breath. Lately, find self thinking, regrettably, about that recently discovered Auden pornographic doggerel (as someone online, I can't remember who, said, size queen much, Wystan?). Throw up hands and go read Marilyn Hacker. Lather, rinse, repeat. Marilyn Hacker, Winter Numbers. I am never going to get over the technical virtuosity of Hacker. There is a poem of hers I loved for years before noticing it was a sestina, because the form was so natural a part of it that I did not notice the form. This book continues that level of craftsmanship, but is not as emotionally engaging to me as some of her other work, as I feel that her politics sometimes override her imagery. On the other hand, I was so annoyed by this that I went immediately and wrote 'Telling Deaths', which is my best poem to date. Recommended if you do not mind didactic poetry. Ursula K. Le Guin, Lavinia. Metafictional engagement with the Aeneid from the perspective of Lavinia, Aeneas' second wife, who as Le Guin points out is rather shorted on characterization in the poem. My initial concern with this sort of thing is always the background research, because having a classics degree I begin to twitch uncomfortably whenever people get things about the setting or tech levels wrong and I can't turn off that part of the critic-brain. Happily, Le Guin (as I expected) has done her research, and the few things she has modified are reasonable and are also all justified by one of the book's conceits. As a book, this is enjoyable but highly front-loaded, to the point where I do wonder if it would not have been better as about a ninety-page novella; but those first ninety pages are spectacular and moving and have one moment that I do not expect to see bettered because most people do not do that sort of intertextuality. And the other couple hundred pages are fun, and have some interesting in-jokeish geekiness, and are worth reading although I become annoyed with her treatment of homosexuality towards the end. Recommended, especially if you are a classics type. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 4th, 2008
10:07 pm	research tidbit Today while re-reading Lud-in-the-Mist I got to the bit where Mirrlees is talking about how a mixture of high and low slang exists together in Dorimare, and along the same lines you "find names like Dreamsweet, Ambrose, Moonlove, wedded to such grotesque surnames as Baldbreech, Fliperarde, or Pyepowders", and I thought, well, Baldbreech and Pyepowders are clear enough, but whatever is a Fliperarde? Google (not Google Books: Google) has only two results for it, one of which is Lud-in-the-Mist, and the other of which is from Alice Stopford Green's Town Life in the Fifteenth Century, 1894, in which she says that you could be fined at that period for "in an abusive manner" calling a magistrate "a Fliperarde". So it is something not to call a magistrate unless you are very friendly about it. All right then. The Concise Oxford says Fliperous, obsc. rare c. 1611, Coquette, a pratling or proud gossip; a fisking or fliperous minx. So Fliperarde must be the male form, and I would imagine at that time period probably more insulting than the female. In conclusion, not an expected last name for the gentry, no. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 3rd, 2008
2:56 am	Today I went to a party that was directly out of an Elizabeth Hand novel. I didn't know those actually happened. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, May 2nd, 2008
4:24 am	Vampire Knight through ch. 39 (current in scanlation) ( Spoilers make incoherent flaily gestures of happiness. ) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 28th, 2008
10:32 pm	a book meme There's been a meme going around in which people take the list of most widely unread books on LibraryThing, and mark which ones they've read. I'm not going to do that. I'm going to go through and explain why I haven't read the ones I haven't, and I think we will all find that a great deal more entertaining. I of course have no problem with people telling me I really should read any of these, although I do not promise to do it any time soon. ( A list of books I haven't read. ) (56 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 24th, 2008
1:06 am	in which I refer to things on the internet Spotted in an article in the Boston-area independent paper the Weekly Dig today: OH BILL O'REILLY NO. I do not know whether this was actually a reference to OH JOHN RINGO NO, but it seems fairly likely, given that the person being quoted in the article was a blogging type. Either way, I am amused. In the Helping Restore My Ever-Shaky Faith In Humanity category: The Open-Source Women Back Each Other Up Program, started by vito_excalibur and brought to my attention by most everyone I know. Quote: "I would like to start the Open Source Women Back Each Other Up Program. Here's my pledge: if I see somebody groping you in public, and you're not moaning Yes! Yes! Yes!, I will break through your Somebody Else's Problem invisibility field and come over and ask if you're okay. If your situation looks dangerous enough I can't help on my own, I will call over friends or, if it's a situation in which I think the cops would be on your side, I will call the cops. If you're being harassed by a guy, you can say so to me, even if you don't know me. I pledge I will distract him so you can get away, or I will tell him that he needs to leave, or whatever I can do to the best of my ability. I pledge that yes, actually, because you are a woman I will give you the benefit of the doubt. If you tell me that a guy just did something shitty to you I will not refuse to look at any evidence and tell you that I know him and he's a great guy and you must have been imagining things. I have great loyalty to my male friends but I will not allow that to blind me to the fact that none of us are saints and even my best friends can screw up and may need to be called on it. I pledge that I will walk you to your car if you don't feel safe walking alone at night, and then you can drive me to mine. Yes, even at Wiscon. I pledge that even if I don't know you, if there is a creepy guy following you around, you can say so, and I will not say to you go hide in your room; I will say to him go find another party, or if necessary, go home. I will come with you if you need to talk to the con organizers. I will not make you feel like your right to control over your own body is not a big deal." Please note that 'creepy guy' is being defined as a gender-neutral statement. Oh God does anime fandom ever need this. I am seriously considering getting a button and some flyers for this for Otakon reasons, because that's the only convention I have ever been to where I have felt unsafe being in a room because I was a scantily clad female and the things the people who were on the panel were saying were enough to make me feel unsafe. Which granted was unusual, but also highly upsetting, and it has bothered me for several years that I was too upset to think of making an official complaint (I just wanted to get home). And I was not the only woman in the room nor the only one who looked upset. So. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 18th, 2008
2:16 pm	Whew. I finished Chapter Five of Altarwise. End Part One. Well, that only took two years. If I can just get through Part Two, all the other ducks are in a row and I will be able to sit there and write the damn thing without having to figure out what happens first. Wordcount of Chapter Five: 4,512 Total consecutive wordcount of book: 18,215 Total wordcount of book including out-of-order snippets from the later bits: 23,198 (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 13th, 2008
10:31 pm	SD Gundam Hell After our guests for the evening left, Thrud came in grinning. "I showed them the SD Gundam mini-movie about the Battle of Sekigahara!" "The wha'?" said Ruth, not unreasonably. "Well," said Thrud, "you know SD Gundam, right? The show where miniature versions of all the giant robots from the Gundam franchise have wacky adventures? This is the version set at the Battle of Sekigahara!" Ruth and myself, in unison: "..." Thrud: "Some of the Gundams are samurai, and they fight with naginata, or sometimes spears, or swords, and they have samurai armor, and some are ninjas--" Me: "Hold on. Go back a little there." Thrud: "Or sometimes spears, or swords, and they have samurai armor--" Me: "Stop. That was it. Wait a second, I have to process that. They look just like ordinary Gundams?" Thrud: "Except little and cute." Me: "So what you are telling me, Thrud, is that the miniature giant robots are wearing samurai armor over their high-tech Day-Glo futuristic alloy bodies?" Thrud: "And some of them are ninjas! And they're all quiet and wear black hoods! And the farmers have to be defended by the good samurai Gundams against the evil samurai Gundams, but there was this prophesy that at the Battle of Sekigahara the winning side would be the Gundams who first managed to put their team's fish on the battlements of the glowing Fortress of Destiny when it rises out of the ground. But in the meantime the farmer Gundams are all oppressed, and keep being attacked while they work in their little Gundam rice fields--" Ruth: *is incoherently whimpering and beating Thrud with a large pillow* Thrud: "You shouldn't watch it. It isn't very good." Me: "I THINK WE HAD ESTABLISHED THAT AT THIS POINT, YES." Apparently there are a group of Gundams who try to disguise themselves as priests at one point, too. Words fail me. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
6:22 pm	CueCat-ness (AKICOLJ) Following the advice of many good people, we have invested in a USB CueCat, which luckily came ready-hacked (as I found out when I opened it to hack it). We put it in the USB port, and the computer recognizes it as a CueCat. We opened the LibraryThing account. We found a correct barcode on the book. We swiped the CueCat repeatedly across it. Nothing. We swiped from a different angle. We turned the reader around. We turned the barcode around. We tried a different barcode. Silence. All three of those present tried every grip they could think of. Crickets. So we figure there are three possibilities: 1) there is a trick to handling these things so they actually scan, in which case, please would someone tell me what it is? 2) CueCat is broken-- I don't know how I would tell, as it has all the correct light effects and registers on the computer and so on; 3) Software problem, in which case, are there any programs we should be using to keep this thing happy? Note we did just plug it in and try to use it, but the computer correctly sent up a window saying it was a CueCat, and the specs for it under Devices Plugged Into Computer seemed to indicate that it had a driver. (We have Windows XP.) Or of course there is the ever-present possibility 4, which is that it will work perfectly under a full moon with the wind south-westerly; but that is such a cliche for a library scanner that I was hoping we wouldn't have to deal with that sort of behavior, because sacrificing pigeons to them starts to stain the floorboards. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 12th, 2008
9:54 pm	sovay has put up what I think may be the best picture ever taken of my foot tattoos, the third picture here. I may try to make that into an icon or something. Speaking of which, I just did the thing I do once a year or so where I go through an enormously long and annoying process to make an icon-- this one started with 'screencap picture and turn over to Thrud to clean off the subtitles' and went from there. But it was my favorite image from last year's anime and I really wanted the icon. I'm still wondering if I should work with it some more. Maybe darken her outlines? Ideas? (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 11th, 2008
3:12 am	random things make up a post -- Harvard Museum of Natural History today with eredien. The people who are famous for making the collection of glass flowers (which is an amazing collection and one of the great treasures I have seen in any museum) apparently earned their reputations originally by making scientifically precise glass sea creatures. Harvard owns about four hundred of those and has started doing maintenance on them and displaying them. They haven't got very many out right now-- definitely fewer than fifty-- but it is well worth going to see anyhow. Seriously. GLASS OCTOPI. I don't know whether it's a temporary exhibit, though, or whether there are any plans to expand it. -- I was quite right that I should read Joinville. Joinville is one of the primary Western sources on the Old Man of the Mountain and the Assassin cult, and I had already fallen in love well before he got to the bit about how the Old Man employs a crier whose entire job is to walk in front in the city streets shouting 'Here comes he who carries the lives of kings in his hands!' while waving a really big sword. But for telling me details like that, Jean, I shall love you forever. Also for being le parfait gentil knight and for being incredibly adorable over King Louis IX (seriously! there's this bit where Joinville is moping on a terrace because no one ever listens to him and then Louis comes up behind him and puts his hands over his eyes and says 'don't look at me, but I've decided to follow your advice' and goes away again and Joinville decides to follow him till the end of the world and then spends three pages chewing out Blanche of Castile (the Queen Mother) for basically wrecking Louis' marriage and it is so sweet in its mad thirteenth-century way). On the other hand Geoffroy de Villehardouin, whom I had in the same volume and read out of inertia, is a bona fide cure for insomnia. No head for narrative technique whatever; you can't even really track on troop movements. -- Susan Cooper, in a speech/Q&A of hers I attended some little time ago, mentioned that part of the purpose of her novel King of Shadows had been to subliminally work in a plausible homoerotic emotional underpinning so that the book could be read as a gay coming-of-age story if the audience felt like seeing it that way. All I remembered of King of Shadows was that I thought I had maybe read it once, so I reread it to see if she'd carried it off. Yes. At any rate to my satisfaction; it certainly has several equally possible readings. Also it is a sweet little book that I liked much better this time through, though it will never be remembered in the same breath as the Dark is Rising books. -- I first watched the anime of Samurai Deeper Kyo I don't even know how many years ago, and didn't like it much; the show had significance for me primarily because we started calling our local supermarket the Sea of Trees and because it inspired a category of trivia questions in the set my housemates wrote for Anime Boston. The category was 'The Battle of Sekigahara'. The questions all began in ways such as 'Four years after the battle of Sekigahara...', 'Ten years after the battle of Sekigahara...', 'The fifth-generation descendant of a samurai who was in the battle of Sekigahara...', and, my personal favorite, 'Four miles above the battle of Sekigahara...'. At any rate I started reading the manga recently, and am now through volume 24. It is certainly better than the anime. A little cliched, but entertaining, and some fun characters. Only, I am in a desperate position now: I cannot find any fanfic. Which is beginning to become annoying, because of the mere existence of this version of Yukimura Sanada. Anyway, I am starting to think I will have to venture into the Pit of Voles. Who will all have terribly cliched Kyoshiro/Yuya post-series het babyfic, betcha anything. What I would like is Benitora/Sasuke, Akari/Akira, and Yukimura/everybody, but the world probably does not work like that. -- Apparently the household is going Goth-clubbing tomorrow night. To a club that is not raxvulpine's house, even. The dress code says goth/industrial. I am trying to decide whether 'industrial' means 'Victorian goth, only with more duct tape', or not. Because I could totally manage that. Or I could just wear black. Decisions, decisions. (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 7th, 2008
1:18 am	objects that are too awesome to exist Fortunately, Thrud was still awake, and the door to her room wasn't locked, which is good, as I would have bounced pretty hard if it hadn't opened when I hit it. I don't think I've made it between two of our rooms that quickly in... basically ever. And then after I had stopped waving my arms and flapping incoherently, we sat down and ordered the Japanese edition of Denis Diderot's Jacques the Fatalist and His Master from amazon.jp. Illustrated by Fumi Yoshinaga. Clearly some days the universe loves us and wants us to be happy, on a deeply personal level. If you are one of the people who is confused right now, what you need to understand is this: Jacques the Fatalist is the novel that created the techniques of what we now think of as modernist and post-modernist fiction; I cannot conceive of a vast portion of world literature, including the work of, for instance, Calvino, or Nabokov, existing without it. It is deeply important to Thrud personally and she carries a copy with her at all times. Literally. In her hip pack. And Fumi Yoshinaga is one of my favorite mangaka, writer and artist behind things like Antique Bakery and Flower of Life, things which are actual fiction for actual grown-ups and do things like portray gay people as people and do not assume that all emotional development ceases after high school. I had wondered whether Jacques in Gerard and Jacques was a Diderot reference. Yes. This has been one of the great intercollisions of separate spheres of geekiness of my entire life. Wow. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, April 6th, 2008
2:30 pm	Poetry (Frederick Locker-Lampson) Apparently it is National Poetry Month. I had been planning to make this post before noticing that. At any rate, some while ago, while I was on vacation with my father, I was reading some of Virginia Woolf's essays, as one does, and I found myself reading her review of a book written by her cousin Augustine Birrell. Birrell wrote a biography of the minor Victorian poet Frederick Locker-Lampson, and Woolf managed to make not only the book but the book's subject sound desperately charming and engagingly necessary, despite the fact that prior to the essay I had definitively never heard of Frederick Locker-Lampson. As I was sitting on a ship, and had access to only the books I had brought with me, I could not begin pursuit of Birrell's book (and in fact have still not managed to read it, as it is in storage at the public library due to their renovations). So I went to the anthology of Victorian poetry that I carry with me everywhere (it was my grandmother's)*, which is one of those multi-thousands of tissue-paper pages miscellanies that I am sure I shall never reach the bottom of**, and lo there was indeed a poem by Frederick Locker-Lampson. Which proved to be as Woolf had suggested made of pure delight. Suspecting that Locker-Lampson is not much anthologized, and that other people do not necessarily have access to Edwardian anthologies of Victorian poetry, I have decided to put it up here. ( I swear this is basically a Georgette Heyer novel in light verse. ) * You never know when you may desperately need A Shropshire Lad, or Atalanta in Calydon, or even The Ring and the Book, so having them all in one collection is more than convenient ** No, I'm sure. It also has Patmore's The Angel in the House *** Doctor of Divinity, I'm betting **** Desperately... trying to remember... vaguely familiar reference... ETA: Ah-ha! Trollope, with a much later veer through Truman Capote. I think we may conclude that Mr. Locker-Lampson had read The Three Clerks ^ Which is when I fell desperately and eternally in love with Frederick Locker-Lampson, who clearly understands that the quickest way to a woman's heart is via Voltaire (15 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 3rd, 2008
8:10 pm	Happy birthday, marchharetay! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 1st, 2008
6:49 pm	creating a data entry monster: AKICOLJ As some of you may or may not know, my household's collection of I have no idea how many books is not well catalogued. If by well you mean 'at all'. We've been trying to get a handle on the anime and manga first. Which we have; there are only two shelves left of that to go, and a lovely spreadsheet and system for how one deals with the spreadsheet. So we've been thinking seriously for some time about how to handle the books. Electronic is clearly the way to go. That means that it would be best to buy one of those little thingies where you scan the bar code of the book, for more simple data entry. We have checked five Radio Shacks, two Best Buys and several random places. Where does one get one of those? Which sort would those of you who have them recommend? (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 25th, 2008
12:52 am	recipe notes I mostly took today off, as the day of Official Post-Con Death, but toward evening I was up to cooking, and I wound up making dinner. The recipe I used didn't need much adaptation, and is taken pretty much exactly from Tigers and Strawberries (which, if you are at all interested in Indian food, is an incredibly valuable resource), but I wanted to put it here with my notes so that I can remember the things I did do to it, and also so I can tell everyone that I personally vouch for the recipes from that site now, because it was utterly delicious. ( Chicken with Lemons, Olives, and Artichoke Hearts; also a vegetarian version ) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 24th, 2008
12:57 am	Back from ICFA The paper went well, I think. My thought process surrounding it went as follows: 1) there are maybe ten people in this room, and I know many of them quite well, stop panicking; 2) three of them are Jennifer Stevenson, Brian Aldiss, and Patricia McKillip-- let's see about continuing to panic, shall we? But I do usually read aloud well, and although it is hard to tell think I did so this time. McKillip said she liked it. Now I get to revise it so it has footnotes and things, and then send it to the Journal of the Fantastic in the Arts, whom I am told are interested, though I did go to the panel on publishing, and heard editor after editor say they are not that interested in close-readings, which makes me wonder, as that is essentially what not only this essay but the one on Fire and Hemlock are. Ah well. I did about fifteen hundred words of Altarwise at the con, at any rate, which means that even if I had spent the week in the sixth circle of the Inferno I would have counted it a good week. And it was a very good con, with interesting panels, and a lot of lovely people, and I hope to write up more of it when I am not so totally exhausted, but we will see. I have returned to find that the housemates seem to have had a good Anime Boston, too; it's rather odd to have to search for your own household's projects on Youtube to catch up with them, but that's what I anticipate doing later this week. After I sleep for at least forty-eight hours. Straight. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 18th, 2008
7:09 am	Heading off to ICFA this morning; back late Sunday. I don't think I'll have internet around, but one never knows. In emergencies contact my housemates, but be aware that they'll be eaten by Anime Boston for much of the week. (2 Comments |Comment on this)