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[sticky post]ArtLog: all the shinies currently available, old and new
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This is the grand list of everything currently available.

All the shinies!Collapse )

An economic data point
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Making and selling the shinies is my full-time day job, and has been for fifteen years now.

WisCon weekend accounts for ten percent of my yearly gross income, with another twenty percent of my yearly gross coming in as email orders in the months following the convention from people who saw pieces there. So yeah, thirty percent of my year's income has been dependent on WisCon.

Pretty sure I'm doing Balticon next year instead. Probably will make a quarter of what I'd usually make, but Jo Walton's going to be there, and she said, "Come! We'll do some fun stuff!" and, you know, there's the whole thing about being able to go into the consuite without being braced for... well, yeah. (Juan saw me making hotel reservations for next year's WisCon, at this year's convention, and said, "Why are you doing the Governor's Club room... oh, right. Has its own lounge. Will you be billing the convention for the extra seventy dollars per night that they're costing you?" My Juan is a snark, but he's not wrong.)

I hate this all so much.

And I am so tired.
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follow up
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Last year I wrote an essay about what happened at WisCon.  I don't have it in me to write an essay about what has happened this year. I am too gutted.

They built new policies and procedures for this year's convention. I hear they're good. I'm glad of that.

But the other day, I asked for a copy of my report from last year. I was told WisCon doesn't have one.

There aren't words for how sick that made me feel.

WisCon needs to do better.

ArtLog: packing for WisCon
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Well, I guess I don't actually need to be worried that I don't have enough pieces for WisCon. I just finished typing in the inventory list, and there are two hundred and thirty one pieces.

OK, I'm in a mood
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... for a surprise sale. I need some traveling money for WisCon. And also, it's spring, and I'm feeling a bit wild.

Today and tomorrow (that's Monday and Tuesday) everything I have is 50% off.

There, that's pretty wild. Tell people, eh?

pondering a thing, following half-formed thoughts
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So there was a comment on Making Light that got me thinking, for which I am very grateful. I posted something in response and gratitude there, but there's more, and it probably fits better over here than it does over there just now.

I don't have all the connections figured out, but somehow issues of identity and particularly of competition as a means of affirming one's own identity and self-concept got hybridized with something I read last week about unforgiveable sin. It was in a footnote to another discussion involving "blasphemy against the Holy Spirit," and I followed some links around, like you do, and fetched up on the shore of a list which included "envy of a brother's spiritual good, i. e. of the increase of Divine grace in the world." That sure looked like it included making spiritual stuff a competition. And that cross-referenced with book envy, from another discussion, where instead of being glad that a wonderful new work has been added to the field and thus enriched us all, one is envious of the writer, sometimes poisonously so, and thrashes around in that envy publically sometimes. (Sometimes obviously, sometimes less so, and never to one's own heart's good, in my opinion.)

It all seems to circle around that portion of the firmament where the phrase "Comparisons are odious" is limned with stars. (Upon googling it, I find it attributed to John Lydgate, and given the form of "Odyous of olde been comparisonis, And of comparisonis engendyrd is haterede." Anybody with more and deeper information on source and context for that one is especially welcome to share it.) I know that comparison is -- or can be -- a kind of navigational tactic, like this: "I want to be a better ukulele player and I'm just starting out; I'll watch Kurt play; wow, he's so much better at that than I am, like by a really long shot; oh, cool, maybe I could learn that one thing he does there..." (This happened last weekend at WisCon, and resulted in Kurt explaining something about finger positions and chord changes that is likely to make learning easier and more satisfying for me -- thanks, Kurt!) Sometimes of comparisonis engendyrd is despair, if I compare and then decide (or fear) that I can never do whatever-it-is anything near that well and that therefore trying at all is worthless.

And all of this relates to people finding their own artistic style, and to the panel that Laurie, Mary Ann, Kate and I were on at WisCon.

So I guess these are notes toward further pondering thereof. You're all welcome to ponder with me here, if you like.

Haiku Earring Party thanks
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Thank you to everybody who came to the Haiku Earring Party and made it so much fun. Especially thanks to the intrepid set-up gang and clean-up gang. I am trying to remember all the people who helped, because it was a blur of helpfulness -- I know my sister was there, and roadnotes and Barb whose LJ handle I forget, darn it, and I believe redbird helped, and there were at least four other people who I am spacing out right now, but it was awesome. (Please leave a post here and tell me if you were one of them, you guys, ok? My forgettery is due to tiredness and spaciness, not due to lack of appreciation.) Speaking of appreciation, I'm grateful that polyfrog made us some wonderful ice cream, and I hope many of you got a chance to taste it. Also, big thanks to everybody who joined in on the musical interlude that ended the party.

So, did you write a haiku and get earrings this year?

home from WisCon, but sans net
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I'm over at the May Day Cafe, because the upgrade at our house didn't go so well, and the valiant Juan will be thumping on it a bit tonight to see if he can get it working. Until then, email and everything else will probably have to wait, although I do have some email access on my phone. (It's limited by my ability to look at tiny-screen email and by the extreme tiredness of post-convention life, though. Tired! So tired! But very happy.)

I'll try to write up a convention report and post it when the net's back at our house. Until then, it was so great to see everybody, and thank you all for so much fun.
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at WisCon
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I'll be off to the wonderland of WisCon bright and early tomorrow. Juan stays home to mind the fort. If anyone is interested in table-sitting or helping with the Haiku Earring Party or such things, stop by my table in the dealers' room and we'll confer.

Yay! WisCon!

WisCon is almost here!
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I'm looking for some of the usual suspects (and welcoming some new ones) who might like to help out here and there, either with Haiku Earring Party set-up and hosting, or with a bit of table-minding while this Lioness goes for lunch or panels.

Interested?
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whee! visitor, and then convention!
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According to the little cartoon airplane on the airline's website, roadnotes is somewhere over Montana right now. I'm about to set out for the airport, allowing generous time for the bus and the light rail.

Tomorrow morning we head to Madison. WisCon, WisCon, WisCon! I am so not ready, but on the other hand, I am so entirely ready to see people and relax and have fun and see a bunch of shiny things find their persons, and all the other good things of a WisCon.

Will you be there? Will I see you at the Haiku Earring Party?

Juan will be home holding down the fort while we're gallivanting, of course, and we'll have a day or two in Mipple City afterwards. That will be nice, because I have wanted to show roadnotes my town, because she's shown me her town a whole bunch. (Of course, she has a different town now. More excuse to visit westward; yay!)

assembled poem: Stevie AND / Stevie AS
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A few of you who were at WisCon heard me do a piece at Lady Poetesses from Hell called "Stevie AND / Stevie AS." Here's the text, and yes, all the words are lyrics from songs Stevie either wrote or performed.

I can still hear you saying....Collapse )


What is Lady Poetesses from Hell, you ask? It's a thing that happens involving a rotating cast of poets, some surprising poems, and (usually) some astonishing hats. Here's Jane Yolen in a fish hat from a 1999 LPfH reading at Minicon. Wish I could find a photo of Rez channeling Grace Lord Stoke, but the snapshot of him as a judge in this contest (scroll down) will have to do. (Grace Lord Stoke was hopelessly enamoured of H.P. Lovecraft. She continues to dictate her poems by curious etheric means to Rez. Oh, I can't explain; you'll just have to come to a LPfH reading and see. It's hilarious. EDITED TO ADD: Hey! I found one of the Grace Lord Stoke poems; it's item 11 in this list of entries.)

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