The opposite of inapposite
Mar. 5th, 2015 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI'm going to FogCon tomorrow, up in Walnut Creek on the East Bay. Karen's joining me in the evening after work, and we'll be there all weekend.
K's schedule is here; mine looks like this:
Friday, 1.30 - 2.45: "It's as much how you get there..."
How and in what ways does the mode of travel impact a journey? A road trip in a car is one thing; a generation ship another, a teleport across the universe is another thing. What difference do they make in the stories we tell?
Jamie L Henderson. Chaz Brenchley, Kelly Hogan, Phyllis Holliday
(They originally had me down to moderate this panel. I wept and wailed and protested, because I cannot and do not and will not moderate. Since then, I think every other participant has at some time thought that they were moderating. Three moderators, then, and me. That should work very well.)
Friday, 3.00 - 4.15: Reading, with Andrea Stewart. Karen should have made a third reader, but see above under "working". Who knew that jobs were such a nuisance?
Saturday, 1.30 - 2.45: "It's not over until the big spaceship sings..."
From E.E. "Doc" Smith to Iain Banks (who famously said he wrote SF to blow ever bigger things up), space opera has been the home of some of the great imaginations and silly concepts of SF. Why does it fascinate us still? What does it give to the field as a whole, and to its readers?
M: Michele Cox. Chaz Brenchley, Elwin Cotman, Cliff Winnig
Notoriously, I don't prepare for panels; I like to say I prefer the free flow of conversation to a rigid agenda, because that makes me sound more clever than lazy. The truth may be the other thing. But I do think it's a good idea to turn up to a reading with, y'know, something to read; and what with Bitter Waters having just hit the Lambda Awards shortlist, I thought that might be the thing. So of course I had no copies left to take, to display, to read from, to sell. I so very much had no copies, I was in the local bookstore this morning seriously thinking of buying back the couple they still have in stock, that I sold them a little while back. I didn't do it, but I was still poised to ask Jeannie to nip in Saturday morning and bring them up to the con, if it looked like there might be interest.
And then the doorbell rang this afternoon, and Mac took possession of a delivery:
- and look! Once I could persuade Mac to relinquish the box to me:
Can we say "the nick of time", people?
So this is what I'll be reading from. And trumpeting about, all weekend.
K's schedule is here; mine looks like this:
Friday, 1.30 - 2.45: "It's as much how you get there..."
How and in what ways does the mode of travel impact a journey? A road trip in a car is one thing; a generation ship another, a teleport across the universe is another thing. What difference do they make in the stories we tell?
Jamie L Henderson. Chaz Brenchley, Kelly Hogan, Phyllis Holliday
(They originally had me down to moderate this panel. I wept and wailed and protested, because I cannot and do not and will not moderate. Since then, I think every other participant has at some time thought that they were moderating. Three moderators, then, and me. That should work very well.)
Friday, 3.00 - 4.15: Reading, with Andrea Stewart. Karen should have made a third reader, but see above under "working". Who knew that jobs were such a nuisance?
Saturday, 1.30 - 2.45: "It's not over until the big spaceship sings..."
From E.E. "Doc" Smith to Iain Banks (who famously said he wrote SF to blow ever bigger things up), space opera has been the home of some of the great imaginations and silly concepts of SF. Why does it fascinate us still? What does it give to the field as a whole, and to its readers?
M: Michele Cox. Chaz Brenchley, Elwin Cotman, Cliff Winnig
Notoriously, I don't prepare for panels; I like to say I prefer the free flow of conversation to a rigid agenda, because that makes me sound more clever than lazy. The truth may be the other thing. But I do think it's a good idea to turn up to a reading with, y'know, something to read; and what with Bitter Waters having just hit the Lambda Awards shortlist, I thought that might be the thing. So of course I had no copies left to take, to display, to read from, to sell. I so very much had no copies, I was in the local bookstore this morning seriously thinking of buying back the couple they still have in stock, that I sold them a little while back. I didn't do it, but I was still poised to ask Jeannie to nip in Saturday morning and bring them up to the con, if it looked like there might be interest.
And then the doorbell rang this afternoon, and Mac took possession of a delivery:
- and look! Once I could persuade Mac to relinquish the box to me:
Can we say "the nick of time", people?
So this is what I'll be reading from. And trumpeting about, all weekend.