Freeform commentary on the past 10 days
Today makes two years since my grad-school adviser died and 100 years since the solar eclipse that provided the first big test of Einstein's theory of general relativity. Monday also made six years since Pedro died.
This year I enjoyed the first two days of Balticon, then spent time with the boy toy on Sunday and Monday. These days, science fiction conventions seem so expensive compared with SCA events, because of those darned hotels. I grumbled about going, but eventually I dragged myself there and then I was fine. I think I struck a suitable balance between hanging out with the "old gang" (R., Mike and Phil) and the "new gang" (people I know through the SCA and Balticon itself). I really wish R. could mingle with my newer friends, but sometimes I think he doesn't know how. I worry about him as he ages (he's 67).
I have three more weeks to decide whether I will go to Pennsic this year. My editor has dangled a plum feature assignment in front of me ... due August 15, which is right *after* Pennsic. There is also the possibility of some work from another freelance employer, and again, it's in the mid-July to mid-August range. *sigh* I really need money. But I also don't know whether I would be going to Pennsic in 2020, because it's a Sokiu Svente (Lithuanian dance festival) year. But it's not guaranteed that I'll be dancing in the festival, either. *sigh again* (More on that in a future entry.)
Plus, my 60th birthday is looming ever larger ... who knows how long I'll have the energy to go to long SCA camping events? At what point will my flesh become too weak for my willing spirit?
Anyhow ...
At least I have been watching some interesting TV. While the rest of the world was obsessing over Game of Thrones, I followed The Red Line, a fascinating drama about the spreading aftermath of the fictional shooting of an unarmed black man by a white Chicago cop. It touched on practically all the major issues of today, from same-sex marriage to coming of age, racial identity, adoptive families, women in politics, casual racism, youth activism, dysfunctional families ... I could go on and on. Tonight I just finished watching the dramatization of The Hot Zone, which as a book fascinated and repelled me back in the 1990s. By the time I'd finished reading it, I honestly thought that I'd rather die of cancer than Ebola....
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This year I enjoyed the first two days of Balticon, then spent time with the boy toy on Sunday and Monday. These days, science fiction conventions seem so expensive compared with SCA events, because of those darned hotels. I grumbled about going, but eventually I dragged myself there and then I was fine. I think I struck a suitable balance between hanging out with the "old gang" (R., Mike and Phil) and the "new gang" (people I know through the SCA and Balticon itself). I really wish R. could mingle with my newer friends, but sometimes I think he doesn't know how. I worry about him as he ages (he's 67).
I have three more weeks to decide whether I will go to Pennsic this year. My editor has dangled a plum feature assignment in front of me ... due August 15, which is right *after* Pennsic. There is also the possibility of some work from another freelance employer, and again, it's in the mid-July to mid-August range. *sigh* I really need money. But I also don't know whether I would be going to Pennsic in 2020, because it's a Sokiu Svente (Lithuanian dance festival) year. But it's not guaranteed that I'll be dancing in the festival, either. *sigh again* (More on that in a future entry.)
Plus, my 60th birthday is looming ever larger ... who knows how long I'll have the energy to go to long SCA camping events? At what point will my flesh become too weak for my willing spirit?
Anyhow ...
At least I have been watching some interesting TV. While the rest of the world was obsessing over Game of Thrones, I followed The Red Line, a fascinating drama about the spreading aftermath of the fictional shooting of an unarmed black man by a white Chicago cop. It touched on practically all the major issues of today, from same-sex marriage to coming of age, racial identity, adoptive families, women in politics, casual racism, youth activism, dysfunctional families ... I could go on and on. Tonight I just finished watching the dramatization of The Hot Zone, which as a book fascinated and repelled me back in the 1990s. By the time I'd finished reading it, I honestly thought that I'd rather die of cancer than Ebola....
This entry was originally posted at https://luscious-purple.dreamwidth.org/240153.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.