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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.
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It's how I found out about that particular designation.
I hope at some point to transcribe the logs, because they're neat and fragile (and kept in several different hands: my father recognizes his uncle's, which is a nice all-caps engineer's print, but some of his co-pilots could really scrawl), but mostly what I was doing last night was recording the major routes and dates and plotting them against the timeline of the war. He seems to have been part of the buildup to/fortification after some major battles. And in between just a lot of transport and supply.
I may also ask if you recognize a couple of the place-names we haven't been able to identify. One sure looks like a three-letter airport code, but if so, it's either changed or ceased to exist since the war.
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Feel free, I can't guarantee to be able to answer, but I might have suggestions even if I can't nail it down.
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Thank you!