What's in your heart? What's in your way?
I had such a nice Readercon!
I went into my last round of programming on just as little sleep as my first because of the fox that screamed in the yard for what felt like all night, but the epically freewheeling breadth of "The Odyssey in 2026" can be gauged by the fact that one of my co-panelists talked about the anarchic receptions of Katerina Gogou and another the diametric adaptational differences between Armand Assante and Ralph Fiennes and a third the modern moralities of Epic: The Musical (2024) while I had the chance for the first time in several decades to mention my master's thesis on the archaic lyric transformation of Homeric motifs. The audience was full of brilliant questions about the oral tradition and the epic cycle and we barely even got into the polyphony of translations. We could have gone another thousand hexameters easy. "Reckoning at 10" came out about half reading and half craft beer-and-cider tasting courtesy of Michael J. DeLuca and his harvesting of post-industrial orchards and spruce tips. I enjoyed the technical discussion and the notes from the audience. The room sang happy birthday to the magazine.
Beyond this point I was already beginning to slump into a pumpkin, but I managed to collapse on a portion of outdoor sofa adjacent to Kate Nepveu and Marissa Lingen and Gwynne Garfinkle and Greer Gilman with interludes of Catherine Rockwood and Michael McAfee and![[personal profile]](/makepkg/implementing-https-www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ckd and Romie Stott. Dean offered me peaches. choco_frosh had to run off to dismantle the con. I caught Mike and Anita as they were loading out and now I have copies of the phantasmagorically endpapered Trail of Shadows (2025) and the brand-new edition of Strange Wisdoms of the Dead (2006/18). The sole reading I made it to was Michael Cisco's. Briefly there was a Cameron Roberson. I hugged a lot of people.
Then I was a pumpkin that had to run a lot of errands, but so long as the monkey's paw does not curl slowly shut, I have not had a nicer weekend this year and I have not had such a professional one in seven. I will feel fragile about my immune system until some days have passed. I will need to sleep a lot. I didn't remember to bring my four-year-old collection which would have been convention-new. I was asked for my website and my social media and the spelling of my name. I have not felt for a long time that I could rely on either my intellect or my stamina and I am still not sure if I can start again, but I made it through all three days of my panels and loved them. It was like being alive to talk with people. At the moment I am looking forward to NecronomiCon.
I went into my last round of programming on just as little sleep as my first because of the fox that screamed in the yard for what felt like all night, but the epically freewheeling breadth of "The Odyssey in 2026" can be gauged by the fact that one of my co-panelists talked about the anarchic receptions of Katerina Gogou and another the diametric adaptational differences between Armand Assante and Ralph Fiennes and a third the modern moralities of Epic: The Musical (2024) while I had the chance for the first time in several decades to mention my master's thesis on the archaic lyric transformation of Homeric motifs. The audience was full of brilliant questions about the oral tradition and the epic cycle and we barely even got into the polyphony of translations. We could have gone another thousand hexameters easy. "Reckoning at 10" came out about half reading and half craft beer-and-cider tasting courtesy of Michael J. DeLuca and his harvesting of post-industrial orchards and spruce tips. I enjoyed the technical discussion and the notes from the audience. The room sang happy birthday to the magazine.
Beyond this point I was already beginning to slump into a pumpkin, but I managed to collapse on a portion of outdoor sofa adjacent to Kate Nepveu and Marissa Lingen and Gwynne Garfinkle and Greer Gilman with interludes of Catherine Rockwood and Michael McAfee and
ckd and Romie Stott. Dean offered me peaches. choco_frosh had to run off to dismantle the con. I caught Mike and Anita as they were loading out and now I have copies of the phantasmagorically endpapered Trail of Shadows (2025) and the brand-new edition of Strange Wisdoms of the Dead (2006/18). The sole reading I made it to was Michael Cisco's. Briefly there was a Cameron Roberson. I hugged a lot of people.Then I was a pumpkin that had to run a lot of errands, but so long as the monkey's paw does not curl slowly shut, I have not had a nicer weekend this year and I have not had such a professional one in seven. I will feel fragile about my immune system until some days have passed. I will need to sleep a lot. I didn't remember to bring my four-year-old collection which would have been convention-new. I was asked for my website and my social media and the spelling of my name. I have not felt for a long time that I could rely on either my intellect or my stamina and I am still not sure if I can start again, but I made it through all three days of my panels and loved them. It was like being alive to talk with people. At the moment I am looking forward to NecronomiCon.
