Aug. 3rd, 2009 12:41 am
fictional: (wine)
Minneapolis is a city on the second floor, and its labyrinthine-ness means that directions have three dimensions. (Remember, the enemy's gate is down, I kept thinking.)

Cut for some pictures )

Anyway, I am home now. I have stuff to say about the con as a whole, but I think that must wait till I have a) some sleep, and b) some perspective.

There was some *fail of various kinds, and I'm writing this down here, because I have to write about it, and I want to not be a victim of my own cowardice and, you know, speak about/interrogate how I feel. So, f-list, if I don't do that by tomorrow night, please nudge me. I really want to do this, and I think it's important that I do. But... I'm giving myself a day to compost first.

Plus, I think I'm still hungover.

Met lots of great folk! Hung out with awesome people I already knew. Got a lapdance (???).1 Drank way too many martinis. (See above re: hangover.) [livejournal.com profile] invisible_lift, [livejournal.com profile] rm, [livejournal.com profile] miep and I wrote fic! Post-it Fic! That I love with an inordinate passion, perhaps disproportionate to its, er... significance. But so it goes. Hopefully there will be posting (of the post-its? Hah.) soon.

So, more soon. I promise. (Hold me to it, okay?)

1They said it was burlesque. It was not burlesque. On the other hand, she had nerd glasses and purred in my ear? And rubbed noses? What, as they say, the fuck?
fictional: (doctor traveling)
So, kids, I'll be mainly off line till Sunday night, unless I go crazy and get the wifi in the hotel room. Unlikely, but you never know. Have a happy halloween, and there'll be an update when I return.

I'm starting to fear that this trip is just a bit jinxed. So far I've had a really hard time reading my Tennant paper ([livejournal.com profile] hofnarr made me a mourning band. I may wear it while presenting.

Yes, I am an enormous dork. This is news?

Last night was the resurrection of the stomach death which = no sleep.

Then I dropped my keys down the elevator shaft.


Think good thoughts; I've a feeling I'm going to need them.

Windy City

Oct. 29th, 2008 12:32 am
fictional: (doctor traveling)
Hi guys!

Speak to me of Chicago; I've not been since I was about six or so, and I imagine both it and I have changed sufficiently since then to require some new information regarding happy fun times there. I, and the lovely, effervescently delightful [livejournal.com profile] magnetgirl will be there starting Thursday evening, and leaving Sunday afternoon. This means, among other things, that Halloween'll be spent far from home. Recommendations for things to do, places to spend Halloween, bars, restaurants, sights, etc, would be much appreciated.

I'm giving my paper Saturday morning (at 9am, manifestly unfair, I think) and will be visiting the Newberry Library at some point to look at their children's books exhibit. Other than that - I've not the faintest. Help!
fictional: (whiskey tango foxtrot)
I forgot to mention that while in DC, we had a little adventure, which I thought I ought to document for y'all.

We were walking down the hill from Adams-Morgan (where my cousin lived before leaving for London to take on his new job at The Economist) to Dupont Circle.

The dramatis personae: me, my cousin, and [livejournal.com profile] hofnarr, who for those of you who don't know - is tall, has got light brown hair, green eyes, and if he'd lived in Germany at the appropriate time, could've been a poster boy for Aryan pride (He grew a moustache once, and I called him "Franz" until he shaved it off. I am not always the nicest person in the world, but that's another story entirely.) My cousin, like myself, might also be described as Aryan, I suppose - but of a different stripe entirely, since we're Indian. Short, dark-skinned, etc. etc.

On our way, we happened to pass by the First Church of Scientology.

Visitors Welcome, proclaimed the sign outside. We eyed each other curiously, and then decided this was an opportunity that should not be passed over lightly.

We went in. Pictures of Hubbard's house everywhere. Past the foyer, I could see something with curved computer banks; it looked utterly futuristic, all white and blue, and blinking.

There was a girl at the reception desk; she said, "Hello," and her voice cracked nervously. We said we were tourists, and had heard a lot about this place, and thought we'd stop by.

She said we could have a tour; she pressed a button under her desk, and asked for a guide to report to the desk. We heard voices upstairs, but no one arrived. She kept jabbing at the button like it was a panic button or something.

We waited. Then finally, a gentleman appeared. He did not address me, or my cousin directly. He did however shake [livejournal.com profile] hofnarr's hand, and pressed upon him a business card. He did not give us the tour, but gently indicated that we might prefer to leave - and perhaps visit the Hubbard Museum instead.

If we had wanted to drink the koolaid, we couldn't have. Except for [livejournal.com profile] hofnarr.

These are the facts. Conclusions? I leave that for you.
fictional: (Default)
Off to D.C. for the weekend, such as it is. Something about this seems Alanis Morrisette ironic, but I don't know what.

Probably mostly away from keys till Sunday evening.
fictional: (Default)
World of Victorian magic & Doctor Who? Very cool. J.K. Rowling personally involved in my new fandom, not at all cool. Thank you very much.

Also, will be away from keys till about Friday afternoon/evening. D. & I are taking a little roadtrip up to Woodstock for the night - a very small minibreak. Should be fun. Massive hot tub, great restaurant, and most importantly, away away away.

Don't break the internets while I am gone.
fictional: (Default)
D. & I are off to San Diego tomorrow to spend the Day of Food with his mom. We'll be back sometime Sunday. Have a nice holiday, everyone! Eat well! I shall provide food porn upon my return...
fictional: (Default)
I only have a few minutes before my wireless runs out, but thought I would pop in and say hi.

My paper, despite various a/v issues, a closed Toronto airport, Homeland Security and the general fuckwittedness of Continental airlines, went well - and I've been getting compliments on the panel. So yay! The conference is little and friendly; lots of good papers etc.

[livejournal.com profile] calloocallay and I have been having a lovely time, using lots of the orange ginger aromatherapy bath products (the hotel is really nice!), wandering about sampling used bookstores, and being utterly blown away by the the Osborne and Merill Special Collections at the Toronto Public Library (children's literature & speculative fiction, i.e. everything that I would ever want to read.) The library is kinda making me want to move...

Sigh. I've also got an email from Rich, my renaissance advisor guy wanting to talk about the prospectus - and I have to tell him I'm leaving him - after having committed dissertation adultery with my kidlit advisor. I did not write back. Any suggestions for what I should say gratefully accepted.

When next I write, I will hopefully have time to spin you the long and epic saga of my travels and travails, being guilty of the horrible crime of traveling while brown.

Hope you are are keeping the homefires lit - and looking forward to coming home...
fictional: (dark pixie)

In which [livejournal.com profile] rm charmingly relates, with suitable illustrations, some of the highlights of the evening.


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