scintillating
Oct. 8th, 2018 03:57 amI am currently running on about fifteen hours' sleep over the last four days, which is not ideal. Expect I will be sleeping a lot over the next week.
I landed at YUL having only slept for a couple of hours on the flight from YVR, got to the hotel, ditched my bags because I was way too early to check in, and stumbled over towards a chair, whereupon I was greeted by someone who clearly recognised me. It took me a good ten seconds to realise that this was Jonathan, who I'd met at the last Farthing Party five years ago. He pointed me at a Chinese bakery around the corner which sold me tea and sweetbuns for breakfast/lunch, and I sat on a bench in the fall sun and watched little sparrows hopping around, and it was good.
Scintillation was quite good. As at Farthing Party before it: I met some interesting people and said hi to some folks I'd not seen in years, some of who even remembered me; I had some good conversations; I went to some lovely panels. Including Why You Should Be Reading John M. Ford, which started with moderator Marissa Lingen saying "How many people in the audience have read Mike's work? All of you? Okay, in that case this can be the Mike's Work Is Awesome panel." And it was, and that was pretty great. Other highlights included, startlingly to me, a panel on why people keep reimagining Lovecraft, and circulating and being actively social at the afterparty. Including finally saying hi to Sherwood again, which, yay, and one hopes it will not be another seven years this time.
I didn't see much of Montreal at all this time. I'd still like to come back and see more of the city somewhen. The con was in Chinatown, which was somewhat bittersweet: Vancouver's Chinatown (the downtown one) is my favourite area of the city, but/and Chinatowns for me are indelibly associated with urban wandering Emily.
Also I seem to have popped my jaw something fierce yesterday, and it's still a bit sore today. I guess if it's not better in a couple of days I'll call my dentist.
I landed at YUL having only slept for a couple of hours on the flight from YVR, got to the hotel, ditched my bags because I was way too early to check in, and stumbled over towards a chair, whereupon I was greeted by someone who clearly recognised me. It took me a good ten seconds to realise that this was Jonathan, who I'd met at the last Farthing Party five years ago. He pointed me at a Chinese bakery around the corner which sold me tea and sweetbuns for breakfast/lunch, and I sat on a bench in the fall sun and watched little sparrows hopping around, and it was good.
Scintillation was quite good. As at Farthing Party before it: I met some interesting people and said hi to some folks I'd not seen in years, some of who even remembered me; I had some good conversations; I went to some lovely panels. Including Why You Should Be Reading John M. Ford, which started with moderator Marissa Lingen saying "How many people in the audience have read Mike's work? All of you? Okay, in that case this can be the Mike's Work Is Awesome panel." And it was, and that was pretty great. Other highlights included, startlingly to me, a panel on why people keep reimagining Lovecraft, and circulating and being actively social at the afterparty. Including finally saying hi to Sherwood again, which, yay, and one hopes it will not be another seven years this time.
I didn't see much of Montreal at all this time. I'd still like to come back and see more of the city somewhen. The con was in Chinatown, which was somewhat bittersweet: Vancouver's Chinatown (the downtown one) is my favourite area of the city, but/and Chinatowns for me are indelibly associated with urban wandering Emily.
Also I seem to have popped my jaw something fierce yesterday, and it's still a bit sore today. I guess if it's not better in a couple of days I'll call my dentist.