Wiscon so far: having a wonderful time wish you were here, unless you are, in which case we should have dinner or something.
Good meals had: 2 (one Jamaican with
coffeeandink,
yhlee,
matociquala,
truepenny,
heresluck,
sosostris2012, and
renenet; one Nepalese with Yoon and
oyceter).
Books purchased: I failed my saving throw versus waiting for contributor's copy on the first print issue of Cabinet des Fees, which is beautiful and has a gorgeous Charles Vess cover and my story 'Une Conte de Fee'. I figure when I get the contributor's copy I can give this one to somebody. Also got... hm, Dora Goss's new collection, Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang used for four dollars, the second book of the Pamela F. Service post-apocalyptic Arthurian duology what I loved when I was twelve, a really nice copy of Seeker's Mask by P.C. Hodgell, which I got signed... uh, I'm forgetting about six things, I'll get back to you. Sighted Twenty Epics, in which
yhlee has a story that looks really cool (yay hopscotch formatting), but it isn't officially out yet.
Panels attended: 3 (Dark Fantasy, which was very good indeed; the Karen Axness Memorial Book Recommendations panel, which provided what I think will be some good recommendations but nearly bored me to tears; the panel on feminist fairy tales, also very good). More on those later.
Readings attended: P.C. Hodgell (from To Ride A Rathorn! Which exists! And will come out! In, like, July!), the two people who were on the same reading slot whose names I can't remember, and the Lady Poetesses From Hell. On my way to the LeGuin reading... Right now, actually.
Having a wonderful time wish you were here. Or did I say that already?
ETA: Have signed copy of Always Coming Home. Must pick new Unattainable Pipe Dream Life Goal.
Vials of perfume swapped: one (Imp of the Perverse for Peony Moon).
Poems written: one, post-fairy-tale-panel, in need of serious revision and also, oh, meter and some other small imponderables like that.
Persons met: everyone in the entire universe, I think. At any rate, many many many.
Hours of sleep: nine. Why am I so tired?
Nude pictures of Samuel R. Delany run across unexpectedly: one, in the art show. Hokay then. (See, what's disturbing is that it is not the first nude picture of Samuel R. Delany I have seen, because when he read at Bryn Mawr he read his autobiographical graphic novel, which has a sex scene, and which he was holding up to the audience with the pages open so that we could see the paintings as he read. I just wasn't anticipating this one.)
Amount of soda drunk: Ohgods I don't even want to think about it. Am hoping this weekend will not rekindle caffeine addiction.
In conclusion: I like Madison. It is a neat little town with very good restaurants and not just free Internet, but free computers on which to use said Internet. I am very glad I came to this con, and I am sure I will enjoy looking back on it after I wake up some time next month and have my brain back-- I am *stupid* tired, the kind of tired where you can't quite tie your own shoelaces or remember that your sandals in fact buckle, and I think I may have proved last night that I can make intelligent conversation on modern retellings of fairy tales *in my sleep*. It can't really be jet lag, because there's only an hour time difference, but it sure as heck feels like it. I think I go sleep now.
Good meals had: 2 (one Jamaican with
Books purchased: I failed my saving throw versus waiting for contributor's copy on the first print issue of Cabinet des Fees, which is beautiful and has a gorgeous Charles Vess cover and my story 'Une Conte de Fee'. I figure when I get the contributor's copy I can give this one to somebody. Also got... hm, Dora Goss's new collection, Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang used for four dollars, the second book of the Pamela F. Service post-apocalyptic Arthurian duology what I loved when I was twelve, a really nice copy of Seeker's Mask by P.C. Hodgell, which I got signed... uh, I'm forgetting about six things, I'll get back to you. Sighted Twenty Epics, in which
Panels attended: 3 (Dark Fantasy, which was very good indeed; the Karen Axness Memorial Book Recommendations panel, which provided what I think will be some good recommendations but nearly bored me to tears; the panel on feminist fairy tales, also very good). More on those later.
Readings attended: P.C. Hodgell (from To Ride A Rathorn! Which exists! And will come out! In, like, July!), the two people who were on the same reading slot whose names I can't remember, and the Lady Poetesses From Hell. On my way to the LeGuin reading... Right now, actually.
Having a wonderful time wish you were here. Or did I say that already?
ETA: Have signed copy of Always Coming Home. Must pick new Unattainable Pipe Dream Life Goal.
Vials of perfume swapped: one (Imp of the Perverse for Peony Moon).
Poems written: one, post-fairy-tale-panel, in need of serious revision and also, oh, meter and some other small imponderables like that.
Persons met: everyone in the entire universe, I think. At any rate, many many many.
Hours of sleep: nine. Why am I so tired?
Nude pictures of Samuel R. Delany run across unexpectedly: one, in the art show. Hokay then. (See, what's disturbing is that it is not the first nude picture of Samuel R. Delany I have seen, because when he read at Bryn Mawr he read his autobiographical graphic novel, which has a sex scene, and which he was holding up to the audience with the pages open so that we could see the paintings as he read. I just wasn't anticipating this one.)
Amount of soda drunk: Ohgods I don't even want to think about it. Am hoping this weekend will not rekindle caffeine addiction.
In conclusion: I like Madison. It is a neat little town with very good restaurants and not just free Internet, but free computers on which to use said Internet. I am very glad I came to this con, and I am sure I will enjoy looking back on it after I wake up some time next month and have my brain back-- I am *stupid* tired, the kind of tired where you can't quite tie your own shoelaces or remember that your sandals in fact buckle, and I think I may have proved last night that I can make intelligent conversation on modern retellings of fairy tales *in my sleep*. It can't really be jet lag, because there's only an hour time difference, but it sure as heck feels like it. I think I go sleep now.
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Date: 2006-05-27 09:24 pm (UTC)I would pass out in disbelief if I weren't instead calculating how much money I can save up between now and then.
Awesome.
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Date: 2006-05-30 08:21 pm (UTC)But damn it would be neat to see it in July!
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Date: 2006-05-30 08:26 pm (UTC)And it is my experience that books by P.C. Hodgell, at least since Seeker's Mask, always take longer to show up than I want them to. But maybe this way I'll have an extra month to pawn my relatives and afford the book . . .
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Date: 2006-05-28 12:08 am (UTC)ee.
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Date: 2006-05-28 08:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-28 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-31 05:59 pm (UTC)