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Jan. 22nd, 2003
Today's word is "layers"
Jan. 22nd, 2003 01:58 pmIt's *cold* out there. It's 20F, but it feels like 7F. I don't like being cold.
So. I'm wearing tights *and* leggings under my skirt, and I'm wearing a mockturtle and a longsleeved polo shirt and a sweatshirt - well,the sweatshirt is currently folded up because it is warmish in here - as well as my wool beret that won't leave my head until I get home tonight.
And therefore, only my wrists and ankles and cheeks are at all cold when I leave the office.
So. I'm wearing tights *and* leggings under my skirt, and I'm wearing a mockturtle and a longsleeved polo shirt and a sweatshirt - well,the sweatshirt is currently folded up because it is warmish in here - as well as my wool beret that won't leave my head until I get home tonight.
And therefore, only my wrists and ankles and cheeks are at all cold when I leave the office.
Arisia Report
Jan. 22nd, 2003 04:07 pmBecause why not?
First. Way fun convention. This was the first full SF con![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jonbaker and I have attended since, well, last Arisia. And, as much as we like filk cons and Readercon and I liked Eclecticon, there's nothing like a full SF con.
We left on Thursday night, with a insulated bag filled with hot hunan beef and rice. Three hours later, we pulled into a Ramada outside Hartford. The food was still warm *and* I was tired, but not exhausted. The Ramada, btw, had a fridge and a microwave in the room.
We got to Brookline before noon, which gave us plenty of time to shop for food and for books and to have lunch with friends, and then to get to the hotel in time to get ready for Shabbat.
The con itself - wonderful. All those people to talk to or to buy from or to hear talk or to sing with, or to share a Shabbat dinner with. We needed this so badly.
I was on two panels - one about storytelling in the electronic age and one about connecting with communities. The first didn't happen - no one showed up but Jonathan. The second.
Um.
The moderator didn't, and it became a discussion about recruitment for the SCA, even though there were people who wanted to discuss other things, and I did try.
But, speaking of the SCA...I bought garb. I bought a bodice dress with a paisley skirt (made of the oh, so period *rayon*, but beautifully made) and a chemise to make it modest. I also bought a baby Cthullu and a kitty hawk (a siamese kitten with wings on) and a silver stork embroidery scissors and Jonathan bought a necklace that goes perfectly with the dress. And, of course, books and a zine called Southern Hospitality, which includes a story bycatmoran and a truly fine Battlestar Galactica novelette and a squicksome Winnie the Pooh.
I also attended an LJ panel and two fanfic panels, one specifically about slash. Both fanfic panels had Henry Jenkins of "Textual Poachers" fame, and he was wonderful. The slash panel had three men and two women (one beingotherdeb), and began with only one woman listed. We mostly seemed to talk about legalities and about Harry Potter.
We stayed over Sunday night to attend the dead dog and to relax, and got home at about 5PM Monday.
First. Way fun convention. This was the first full SF con
jonbaker and I have attended since, well, last Arisia. And, as much as we like filk cons and Readercon and I liked Eclecticon, there's nothing like a full SF con.We left on Thursday night, with a insulated bag filled with hot hunan beef and rice. Three hours later, we pulled into a Ramada outside Hartford. The food was still warm *and* I was tired, but not exhausted. The Ramada, btw, had a fridge and a microwave in the room.
We got to Brookline before noon, which gave us plenty of time to shop for food and for books and to have lunch with friends, and then to get to the hotel in time to get ready for Shabbat.
The con itself - wonderful. All those people to talk to or to buy from or to hear talk or to sing with, or to share a Shabbat dinner with. We needed this so badly.
I was on two panels - one about storytelling in the electronic age and one about connecting with communities. The first didn't happen - no one showed up but Jonathan. The second.
Um.
The moderator didn't, and it became a discussion about recruitment for the SCA, even though there were people who wanted to discuss other things, and I did try.
But, speaking of the SCA...I bought garb. I bought a bodice dress with a paisley skirt (made of the oh, so period *rayon*, but beautifully made) and a chemise to make it modest. I also bought a baby Cthullu and a kitty hawk (a siamese kitten with wings on) and a silver stork embroidery scissors and Jonathan bought a necklace that goes perfectly with the dress. And, of course, books and a zine called Southern Hospitality, which includes a story by
catmoran and a truly fine Battlestar Galactica novelette and a squicksome Winnie the Pooh.I also attended an LJ panel and two fanfic panels, one specifically about slash. Both fanfic panels had Henry Jenkins of "Textual Poachers" fame, and he was wonderful. The slash panel had three men and two women (one being
otherdeb), and began with only one woman listed. We mostly seemed to talk about legalities and about Harry Potter.We stayed over Sunday night to attend the dead dog and to relax, and got home at about 5PM Monday.
