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lauradi7dwLearned some stuff: Jack Kirby and Joe Simon were responsible for the Romance comics that began in the late 1940s. Genetics (shown by testing) isn't good enough for membership in a recognized tribe of the US (although if you're related to a current member, it might help). In Scottish Country dancing it takes twice as long to do what is in essence a grand right and left, because you have to do the RLR hop LRL hop thing between each person. If anybody out there is looking for life in our solar system, it should be obvious that we are here, by analyzing our atmosphere. It would not be possible to hide, presuming a level of science ability that we will have pretty soon. There is a thing that is kind of like a beverage container for keeping knitting yarn together. "How does she know that you love her" from "Enchanted" isn't the best choice for a singalong, because the Giselle part is surrounded by other people's parts. Starbucks croissants are not very good. Even though I don't think we should colonize space (and there really isn't a more polite way to say it than colonize), I was surprisingly moved by Ada Palmer's song "Somebody Will," sung in a filk session (I was only there for about ten minutes, so I don't know how representative it was of the songs). http://www.ovff.org/pegasus/songs/somebody-will.html
At Arisia I see people I know from almost all of my life parts - Follen Church (2 unrelated people I know), ringing, Tech Squares or Boston area contras (most of whom don't recognize me) lots of SCA (ditto), two that I know originally from Tai Chi. Nobody from my tap class. But I go alone, and I do feel alone, even though people are friendly. I don't play games or do puzzles, except the occasional crossword. I generally don't read comic books. And despite the hours I spend watching and reading about space exploration, I really do think we should leave it to a few robots from time to time. I love thinking of the residents of the space station, but we've messed up our planet too much for it to be reasonable to befoul somebody else's. Including Mars. It doesn't look like we'd be displacing anybody, but it's the principle of the thing. I suppose our robot allies could be construed as making a mess there, too, but not much.
I continue to feel that the best costumes are the ones that look like regular clothes, possibly with a twist. I know enough about the history of costume that many garments look like clothes to me, but a fairly authentic-looking mid-19th century gown that somehow shone different lights on the floor prompted a double-take. I dressed up Friday and Saturday, but as far as I know, nobody noticed. On Friday I had fairly carefully put together an outfit that was described in detail in Becky Chambers's "A Closed and Common Orbit." A friend asked with concern if I knew that there were gray streaks on my cheeks. Yes. Long explanation. That was it. On Saturday, I took the opportunity of wearing black leggings to Tai Chi as usual in the morning and then as part of the workout clothes from Star Trek Discovery at the Westin
The t-shirt is commercially available, but instead of ordering it I just embroidered an old one in white thread, and I wore my old black Nike frees, not the Nike Sock Dart shoes that they wear on the show.
Again, nobody commented. On the other hand, I'm not good at remarking to people either - aside from a woman who was dressed as Ms. Frizzle, and a friend with a very pretty (but not character-specific) dress, I didn't say anything to anybody about what they were wearing.
I donated blood on Friday. I think as a spontaneous act, every couple of years is about right.
At Arisia I see people I know from almost all of my life parts - Follen Church (2 unrelated people I know), ringing, Tech Squares or Boston area contras (most of whom don't recognize me) lots of SCA (ditto), two that I know originally from Tai Chi. Nobody from my tap class. But I go alone, and I do feel alone, even though people are friendly. I don't play games or do puzzles, except the occasional crossword. I generally don't read comic books. And despite the hours I spend watching and reading about space exploration, I really do think we should leave it to a few robots from time to time. I love thinking of the residents of the space station, but we've messed up our planet too much for it to be reasonable to befoul somebody else's. Including Mars. It doesn't look like we'd be displacing anybody, but it's the principle of the thing. I suppose our robot allies could be construed as making a mess there, too, but not much.
I continue to feel that the best costumes are the ones that look like regular clothes, possibly with a twist. I know enough about the history of costume that many garments look like clothes to me, but a fairly authentic-looking mid-19th century gown that somehow shone different lights on the floor prompted a double-take. I dressed up Friday and Saturday, but as far as I know, nobody noticed. On Friday I had fairly carefully put together an outfit that was described in detail in Becky Chambers's "A Closed and Common Orbit." A friend asked with concern if I knew that there were gray streaks on my cheeks. Yes. Long explanation. That was it. On Saturday, I took the opportunity of wearing black leggings to Tai Chi as usual in the morning and then as part of the workout clothes from Star Trek Discovery at the Westin
The t-shirt is commercially available, but instead of ordering it I just embroidered an old one in white thread, and I wore my old black Nike frees, not the Nike Sock Dart shoes that they wear on the show.
Again, nobody commented. On the other hand, I'm not good at remarking to people either - aside from a woman who was dressed as Ms. Frizzle, and a friend with a very pretty (but not character-specific) dress, I didn't say anything to anybody about what they were wearing.
I donated blood on Friday. I think as a spontaneous act, every couple of years is about right.
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Date: 2018-01-16 12:07 am (UTC)And that song--"Somebody Will"--is no more typical of filk than, say, Greensleeves is typical of Elizabethan music. It's become an anthem, a rallying cry, a true "song of the fannish people," appealing to a wide variety of fans, from true believers in space colonization to those who are nostalgic for the old sensawunder. It's a difficult song to sing (like our national anthem, come to think of it), and yet appeals to the emotions.
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Date: 2018-01-16 02:59 am (UTC)I loved the Pogo cartoon in which Miz Mam'selle Hepzibah remarked that the national anthem is ideal, because if we all sing together (at our different ranges), all the notes will be covered. Not her wording.
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Date: 2018-01-16 05:23 pm (UTC)