Ah, ICFA. The conference centered around a pool. And tropical drinks. These are good things.

Tidbits:

1. For the all of two of you following this saga, the queen bee has successfully been moved from the owl house to the new beehive, and two jars of honey -- labeled Blak Kat - have been harvested. (Technically none of that happened at ICFA, but ( Read more... )

ICFA, which for most attendees is an academic conference discussing profound issues of fantasy, science fiction, art, and creativity, and for me, is drinking stuff by the pool, starts up today. Technically, for me, it started up, rather unexpectedly, yesterday, when I had the chance to meet up with a few writers for dinner. But the real start is ( Read more... )

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As I've previously mentioned, the ICFA conference is, in theory, a conference where academics and writers involved in the arts of the fantastic mingle and engage in scholarly conversation, readings, and paper presentations. I say "in theory" because my part of this is to hang out at the bar or the pool and discuss, in rather less academic fashion, ( Read more... )

So the parts of last week not focused on golf were more or less focused on ICFA when I wasn't sleeping through it. Sorry, guys, that most definitely counts under the "it's not you, it's me," umbrella; the worst thing about ICFA was that I didn't get to spend nearly enough time at it; I was there for maybe 1/3 of the con. The second worst thing was ( Read more... )