![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Come and sit down on my knee
The latter portion of the evening has been somewhat marred by computer distress, but I wish to report that Arisia itself has been so far been a success. "Movie Novelizations" was a blast, "The Monomyth Myth" could have gone into next year, I got to lead off the Traditional Ballad Bingo with "Drowned Lovers" as I learned it from Kate Rusby (and even bingo a card of my own to the tune of "happy ending," "spurned love," "father," "execution," and "hanging," which would be a hell of a ballad in its own right), and I performed selections from the improbable research papers "The Other Shoe: Fragmentation in the Post-Medieval Home" and "Eyebrows cue grandiose narcissism." The thing where I am running Zoom off the talkie window and Discord off Bertie is ridiculous, but I don't knock ridiculous when it works.
My poem "Plures" has been accepted by microverses: a hub for tiny speculative narratives. It is the second I have sold them; it is about the uncountable dead.
I have also been informed that people said nice things about my poetry on Twitter.
My father found some of his uncle's flight logs. They are an incomplete selection—we can tell because he numbered them—but seem to have covered at least three decades. I have been charting where he was between 1943 and 1945. A lot of air bases in the Pacific. A lot of C-87s and B-24s.
Tomorrow, I sing chanteys and read something I wrote.
My poem "Plures" has been accepted by microverses: a hub for tiny speculative narratives. It is the second I have sold them; it is about the uncountable dead.
I have also been informed that people said nice things about my poetry on Twitter.
My father found some of his uncle's flight logs. They are an incomplete selection—we can tell because he numbered them—but seem to have covered at least three decades. I have been charting where he was between 1943 and 1945. A lot of air bases in the Pacific. A lot of C-87s and B-24s.
Tomorrow, I sing chanteys and read something I wrote.
no subject
no subject
Thank you!