This is not a Wiscon 31 report
May. 30th, 2007 08:59 pmWoke up at 0530 EDT on Friday to head to Wiscon. Arrived 2200 CDT at the Ratbastards Karaoke Party. In between there was a broken airplane in Detroit and a bus ride from Milwaukee and lots of waiting areas. Also, a Tequileria. That's not as good as it sounds. Karaoke was fun as usual, hugs and beers all around. Well, not all around, of course, but close enough. Regarding song selection, at this point I'm in favor of some type of "no repeats" guideline. I sang a Highwaymen song I did not know with three other white males and then I sang "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" with one other white male.
Restaurants dined in: Hawk's (great sandwiches), Chautara (decent masala dosa), Nick's (great 1950s trapped in time decor), Maza (Afghan restaurant #1), Michelangelo's (iced coffee of greatness), Kabul (Afghan restaurant #2). Governor's Club, which isn't a restaurant but which does offer a healthy way to start the day. (And an unhealthy way to end it.)
Items purchased in dealers room: Say... magazine. We also picked up our subscriber's copy of LCRW. And Gavin presented me w/ a copy of this interesting looking book on Carol and Ed Emshwiller, Emshwiller, Infinity X Two from Nonstop Press. That was it. My groaning bookshelves thank me.
I'm still ambivalent on panels; both of the ones I was on were media-related. The concom has stepped up in trying to educate moderators and attendees, but. I was amused that the first audience member recognized at the first panel I attended was a "not a question but a..." person. I seem to have missed the uber-controversial panels this year, as I always do. The ones I attended were worthwhile: feminism in YA, what writers owe readers, and the future of feminism.
People hung out with: lots. Too many to name here. And if there was a downside, it was that I didn't bluster up and introduce myself to folks I don't know as often as part of me thinks I should. So instead of talking to Sarah Prineas or Niall Harrison or Jenn Reese, I, um, didn't. It was great seeing Annie Link working the Small Beer table, and attending readings and other programming. Let's just shorten that to, it was great seeing Annie Link. Also great seeing Bill and Linda Link there. And extra-quadruple-great as per usual to see Carol Emshwiller.
Alan DeNiro rocked the mike at his reading. I wish I hadn't missed
megmccarron at her reading, but I arrived late and I now have a BLACK MARK ON MY RECORD THAT WILL FOLLOW ME FOR THE REST OF MY DAYS. I think the reading slot I was in went well. Good stuff from
bondgwendabond,
colonelrowe, and Chris Nakashima-Brown.
Staying until Tuesday was once again a good idea, especially because it meant a chance to get some time with a certain overworked GoH who has a taste for black pepper and violet gelato. And, when I was doing the traditional "walk wistfully through the now empty hotel" I bumped into Timmi Duchamp for a quick chat. Go, serendipity, go.
Next year we'll get there on Thursday, on the backs of giant feminist eagles.
Restaurants dined in: Hawk's (great sandwiches), Chautara (decent masala dosa), Nick's (great 1950s trapped in time decor), Maza (Afghan restaurant #1), Michelangelo's (iced coffee of greatness), Kabul (Afghan restaurant #2). Governor's Club, which isn't a restaurant but which does offer a healthy way to start the day. (And an unhealthy way to end it.)
Items purchased in dealers room: Say... magazine. We also picked up our subscriber's copy of LCRW. And Gavin presented me w/ a copy of this interesting looking book on Carol and Ed Emshwiller, Emshwiller, Infinity X Two from Nonstop Press. That was it. My groaning bookshelves thank me.
I'm still ambivalent on panels; both of the ones I was on were media-related. The concom has stepped up in trying to educate moderators and attendees, but. I was amused that the first audience member recognized at the first panel I attended was a "not a question but a..." person. I seem to have missed the uber-controversial panels this year, as I always do. The ones I attended were worthwhile: feminism in YA, what writers owe readers, and the future of feminism.
People hung out with: lots. Too many to name here. And if there was a downside, it was that I didn't bluster up and introduce myself to folks I don't know as often as part of me thinks I should. So instead of talking to Sarah Prineas or Niall Harrison or Jenn Reese, I, um, didn't. It was great seeing Annie Link working the Small Beer table, and attending readings and other programming. Let's just shorten that to, it was great seeing Annie Link. Also great seeing Bill and Linda Link there. And extra-quadruple-great as per usual to see Carol Emshwiller.
Alan DeNiro rocked the mike at his reading. I wish I hadn't missed
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Staying until Tuesday was once again a good idea, especially because it meant a chance to get some time with a certain overworked GoH who has a taste for black pepper and violet gelato. And, when I was doing the traditional "walk wistfully through the now empty hotel" I bumped into Timmi Duchamp for a quick chat. Go, serendipity, go.
Next year we'll get there on Thursday, on the backs of giant feminist eagles.