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Did I say sixteen of me? I'm sorry, we're only one
Punch line: not only did it not rain on the potluck or even as I was making my way there, after an initial access of Tiny Wittgenstein I had a really nice time. My jaw is rather unhappy with me, and my body overall is reminding me that we cannot run all social interactions on cortisol forever, but I had some very nice conversations and pistachio-flour pastries. It was the kind of crowd where my high school slime mold science project counted as a party piece. I only had to bring half a lemon cake home with me.
I should also mention that I have joined the ensemble of the 29th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony; I will be singing in the mini-opera Creatures of Habit. Please come hear me and various other talented people musically incarnate various bad habits in September. I am looking forward immensely.
I'm going to see what happens if I fall over on the couch now.
I should also mention that I have joined the ensemble of the 29th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony; I will be singing in the mini-opera Creatures of Habit. Please come hear me and various other talented people musically incarnate various bad habits in September. I am looking forward immensely.
I'm going to see what happens if I fall over on the couch now.
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Me too! I feel as though I have gotten out of the habit of being in strange social situations and I need to remember that I can in fact talk to pretty much anyone about pretty much anything, cf. conversations tonight about Rudyard Kipling, the Eastern Front of World War II, the Eastern Front of WWI, medieval marginalia, the Neo-Assyrians, the discovery of the cosmic microwave background, environmental lead pollution, and science projects I have known. Plus, you know, people's jobs and daily lives. It is useful.
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I think the opera is going to be a blast. I'm also just looking forward to the ceremony itself—the last one I attended was in 2002, of which I remember primarily a pre-show concert by the Dresden Dolls (it was my introduction to them), an award concerning bubbles in a drawn pint of beer, and an introductory performance of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" on the theremin. I got a ride home tonight with the man who played the theremin.
(I loved the Ig Nobel dramatic readings at Readercon.)
The dramatic readings are stupidly fun. I hope they stay at Readercon.
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Oh, wonderful!
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I almost sort-of-inherited one and I still resent that I didn't.
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We got quite a storm here! We were one town over, and as we drove home, the roads were covered with a disconcerting amount of leaves and twigs, and then oh look, big downed branches and hey what? Is that a split tree? It turned out 60 mph winds had been through. And we missed it!
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You would have been a sparkling addition.
and then oh look, big downed branches and hey what? Is that a split tree? It turned out 60 mph winds had been through.
Damn! I am glad no trees came down on your house, and I am sorry you didn't have the fun of watching the winds tear through.
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I'm going to see what happens if I fall over on the couch now.
And what DID happen?
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Well, I didn't move for some hours . . .
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Nine
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Are you coming? (Gary Dryfoos says hi. I got a ride home with him and he turned out to be part of the Buttery crowd as well as a regular at the Ig Nobel dramatic readings and the man who played the theremin in 2002; we have a stupid number of acquaintances in common and never seem to have met outside of Arisia before.)