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Con Burrito
23/8/05 21:55It isn't really big enough to be a wrap-up; I plan on writing one of those later.
I've been overpeopled for the past week and will probably take the next few days just mostly to myself.
Otakon was fun, though I found it somehow more stressful and less fun than in years past. Perhaps this was due to my falling asleep at most of the movies I went to, even the one I really wanted to stay awake for; perhaps this was due to my mad costume-finishing rush; perhaps this was due to the fact that midnightphoenix's car got a flat tire on Saturday and everyone stood around for an hour in their costumes catalouging the roadside plants and was generally stressed. Making the choice to not dress in costume on Sunday was one of the smartest things I ever did, though next year I will make sure that I know where my keys are before I'm packing to return home--I finally found them in a safe pocket in the backpack last night--but it was already 11 pm before I got in.
I wish I'd seen more than five seconds of weyrlady or haplessweasel, though I did get to chat a bit with luna_hoshino, and took a picture of her excellent cosplay, and wish all of you happiness in Pem East basement next semester. Do take a look at the plaque adorning the window.
Many good cosplayers. [Pictures to follow.]
The "I can't believe you haven't seen this anime!" panel was my favorite of the con, as it was last year. The anime music videos this year were all excellent; two in the "dramatic" category actually made my hair stand on end. I am still slowly thinking about Genshiken, an anime about anime fans. [More on these later].
The day before the con at Thrud's home in the marshy bay, though, was lovely. I'd really missed herons. And I got to sleep a lot on the drive down, which was lovely. It worries me how much I can sleep.
I have been reading mostly stuff that rushthatspeaks has recently recommended to me; I consider this fair as it's my copy of Melusine she's reading. The Sherwood Ring - nothing to do with Robin, or fairies and mushrooms - was an excellent fast little bit of a book, dealing with two of my favorite subjects (the Revolutionary War and seldom-examined sidelights of famous historical periods). It's set in 'upstate' New York (Orange County isn't really upstate, for those of you keeping track), a place that saw a lot of action between 1700 and 1900 and hasn't seen much since; and it's really quite well-done. I loved the narrator-switching--most of the narration was in first-person, switching back and forth between about five main narrators, only one of which is currently alive--it was so smoothly done you fell into it rather than being dragged or balking like a horse at a jump before making a go.
I am currently reading Moonwise. It is a deep book, and slow, and demands much of me in piecing it together. I have made a resolution (which I will doubtless break) to not read it on my commute: as I was standing on the platform today it nearly brought me to tears through some small thing. Footnoted academic texts seem to be something of an antidote--a scholarly examination of lesbian life in Buffalo in the 1940's and 50's drew me back to myself for a little space of time. But each time I think of it it sings me away again to the waters and the wild...
I've been overpeopled for the past week and will probably take the next few days just mostly to myself.
Otakon was fun, though I found it somehow more stressful and less fun than in years past. Perhaps this was due to my falling asleep at most of the movies I went to, even the one I really wanted to stay awake for; perhaps this was due to my mad costume-finishing rush; perhaps this was due to the fact that midnightphoenix's car got a flat tire on Saturday and everyone stood around for an hour in their costumes catalouging the roadside plants and was generally stressed. Making the choice to not dress in costume on Sunday was one of the smartest things I ever did, though next year I will make sure that I know where my keys are before I'm packing to return home--I finally found them in a safe pocket in the backpack last night--but it was already 11 pm before I got in.
I wish I'd seen more than five seconds of weyrlady or haplessweasel, though I did get to chat a bit with luna_hoshino, and took a picture of her excellent cosplay, and wish all of you happiness in Pem East basement next semester. Do take a look at the plaque adorning the window.
Many good cosplayers. [Pictures to follow.]
The "I can't believe you haven't seen this anime!" panel was my favorite of the con, as it was last year. The anime music videos this year were all excellent; two in the "dramatic" category actually made my hair stand on end. I am still slowly thinking about Genshiken, an anime about anime fans. [More on these later].
The day before the con at Thrud's home in the marshy bay, though, was lovely. I'd really missed herons. And I got to sleep a lot on the drive down, which was lovely. It worries me how much I can sleep.
I have been reading mostly stuff that rushthatspeaks has recently recommended to me; I consider this fair as it's my copy of Melusine she's reading. The Sherwood Ring - nothing to do with Robin, or fairies and mushrooms - was an excellent fast little bit of a book, dealing with two of my favorite subjects (the Revolutionary War and seldom-examined sidelights of famous historical periods). It's set in 'upstate' New York (Orange County isn't really upstate, for those of you keeping track), a place that saw a lot of action between 1700 and 1900 and hasn't seen much since; and it's really quite well-done. I loved the narrator-switching--most of the narration was in first-person, switching back and forth between about five main narrators, only one of which is currently alive--it was so smoothly done you fell into it rather than being dragged or balking like a horse at a jump before making a go.
I am currently reading Moonwise. It is a deep book, and slow, and demands much of me in piecing it together. I have made a resolution (which I will doubtless break) to not read it on my commute: as I was standing on the platform today it nearly brought me to tears through some small thing. Footnoted academic texts seem to be something of an antidote--a scholarly examination of lesbian life in Buffalo in the 1940's and 50's drew me back to myself for a little space of time. But each time I think of it it sings me away again to the waters and the wild...
