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pameladeanI had a very moderate Minicon, but my cough came back yesterday just the same. I am annoyed with it. I probably didn't keep up my vitamin intake properly, and I know I didn't keep up my water intake properly, considering how much of it I usually drink at home.
I had an excellent time. I had to flee several rooms because of excessive political content, but really there was not so much of that as one might have expected. I missed a number of events I really wanted to make, including Mike Ford's last-minute addition of a second reading right after Closing Ceremonies. I had ample notice, but my own reading at 2 p.m. had made me start coughing alarmingly in a way lozenges did not alleviate, so I felt that going to a reading would be impolite, to say the least. I also got looked at for coughing in the music session later Sunday evening, and then compounded my transgressions by having my cellphone ring and tripping over a music stand in my headlong rush out of the room.
I missed a bunch of panels I'd have liked to see, particularly the one on the instantiation of metaphor. I can't recall now if I was scheduled against them or just inert at the time. I was very badly organized.
Things I recall fondly at the moment include most of the meals I had, some of them very small, all with people I was delighted to be with; watching children play about the geodesic dome with scraps of lace and paper; PNH's sitting down beside me before the panel called "What good is literary criticism, anyway?" and saying, "I'm F.R. Leavis, and this is Queenie!"; talking to Papersky and Rysmiel and Redbird at the Tor party; talking to various people including redbird in the Green Room; Eric's laughing at all the right places during my reading; Sylvia Li's telling me she liked the description of one place so much that she had closed her eyes so she could be there; going home with David on Friday to collect forgotten items, and having silly conversation on the way to and fro; successfully negotiating some tricky emotional stuff with Eric; being given exotic pepper seeds by Jon Singer.
There's a great deal more, but I'm still exhausted, even though I skipped any Monday evening festivities.
Pamela
I had an excellent time. I had to flee several rooms because of excessive political content, but really there was not so much of that as one might have expected. I missed a number of events I really wanted to make, including Mike Ford's last-minute addition of a second reading right after Closing Ceremonies. I had ample notice, but my own reading at 2 p.m. had made me start coughing alarmingly in a way lozenges did not alleviate, so I felt that going to a reading would be impolite, to say the least. I also got looked at for coughing in the music session later Sunday evening, and then compounded my transgressions by having my cellphone ring and tripping over a music stand in my headlong rush out of the room.
I missed a bunch of panels I'd have liked to see, particularly the one on the instantiation of metaphor. I can't recall now if I was scheduled against them or just inert at the time. I was very badly organized.
Things I recall fondly at the moment include most of the meals I had, some of them very small, all with people I was delighted to be with; watching children play about the geodesic dome with scraps of lace and paper; PNH's sitting down beside me before the panel called "What good is literary criticism, anyway?" and saying, "I'm F.R. Leavis, and this is Queenie!"; talking to Papersky and Rysmiel and Redbird at the Tor party; talking to various people including redbird in the Green Room; Eric's laughing at all the right places during my reading; Sylvia Li's telling me she liked the description of one place so much that she had closed her eyes so she could be there; going home with David on Friday to collect forgotten items, and having silly conversation on the way to and fro; successfully negotiating some tricky emotional stuff with Eric; being given exotic pepper seeds by Jon Singer.
There's a great deal more, but I'm still exhausted, even though I skipped any Monday evening festivities.
Pamela
