Weekend architecture: New Haven was very pretty albeit damp, filled with classical New England-ish sort of houses, a curl of mist or three away from Cthulhu mythos. Vermont was icy on the outside and cozy on the inside, and the tap water was as good as anyone else's spring water. At Yale I saw a white building that has translucent marble slabs in place of windows so that the rare books it contains would never be exposed to direct sunlight, and a wooden building in the shape of a long overturned ship that recycles its own water and heat, and a very good oil bust of a lady over a disused fireplace in a stony chapel behind an iron grille with a knob in the shape of a dragon, where I wasn't supposed to be because it had been turned into office cubicle space for manuscript scholars.
In the mail today: 1 x Hugo Awards nominating ballot. Totally forgot about this part; it seems wrong to ignore it but o_o.
(Auroras too! Mind you, I'd really like to know what the best short-form SFF work in French by a published Canadian writer in 2009 was. Where to even look for that? In CEGEP - CEGEP? I just dug it up and it was '97 - I had an anthology of Quebecois SF short stories as required class reading. That was literally the only way I knew Elisabeth Vonarburg when I saw that she was a guest at Worldcon: I thought, "oh the one who wrote the one about cyborgs and mother-daughter relationships." Which I still remembered, AMAZING HOW I USED TO ACTUALLY REMEMBER SHIZ I READ.)
Fanfictional allegory: somewhere along the line of internet browsing someone genius posited that the characters of the Doctor, the Master, and Captain Jack represented the major subcategories of ficcer motivation; completion of the thought left as an exercise for the reader. It's poetically appropriate, though, how much fix-it fic this fandom contains. XDD Six impossible things before breakfast, and if the writing's good they even contradict each other.