Who also brought us Homeboys in Outer Space, come to think of it. . .
Still dealing with major cultural shift from going from the symposium at Northwestern to the Gapers' Block Party, since at the former being a dreadlocked Negro made me just part of the crowd, while at the latter I think me and luva integrated the joint. And she spent most of the evening telling me to keep my paws off her girlfriend. I have gots to get my dykedar re-aligned. . .
I did avoid giving Sour Bob a racially motivated beatdown when he tried cutting in front of me at the bar (no Red Bull, hence no Vodka Red Bull. Barbarians.), and ain't tell him that just because he has a pitch in the pipeline at the home of "The Secret Life of Desmond Pfeiffer," that it don't mean he's all that. Honestly. Some people.
And yes, all of us were all about mimi smartypants' milkshake, which brought all the smokers from the lounge, or something like that, and yes, I did kick an extra buck to Gapers' Block at ten minutes to closing to take 'em to breaking even for the evening, and yes, Wendy was possibly dead-on accurate in her definition of the difference between diarists and bloggers, and that's all I have to say about that.
Well, I had fun, anyway. And wondered, briefly, about the unattendance of any of Chicago's right-wing bloggers, like Pejman, but since that may have contributed to the fun, it's all good.
Apologies to Kate, not only for using that link because I'm not sure what else to use, but also for confusing her for someone else. And to Wendy for not chasing away that fool took her seat at the table.
As for the symposium and reception. . . ok, I'm going to try to keep in mind that this should not allow me to think that grad school would actually be a good idea, since just because it featured lots of fascinating, intelligent people with interesting things to say, I should not fall into the trap of thinking this is how all seminars would be. And also, of course, it was at Northwestern. You know how folks talk about seeing how the other half lives? They're the other half.
Between that, Professor Delany's lecture, Abigail's reading/signing, and fitting in coffee with The GhettoFabulous Jessica and Sam, my poor wee brain is slightly overloaded just now.
I may be reading warbloggers just to let it rest for a bit. And to find someone to feel superior to.
Note to R. Gay: I ain't ask for a reading list for you, but will suggest Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction From the African Diaspora just on G.P.
"Homeboys in Outer Space"?? Man, you just cannot make that sort of thing up, can you??
Oh, you so have nerve. Now I'm gay??? Now I'm gay???? Aw Hell no.
Trance, well, you did seem awfully interested in my copy of The Clitourist, after all.
Jack, someone got paid good money for developing and writing HiOS. But George Takei got paid, too, so maybe it's not a complete loss.
Oh, so, you wanna throw down? 'Cause we can throw down.
Or maybe we should just find you some Red Bull.
And how about that broad from SPEC whose four minute reading lasted like half an hour?
Damn.
Good seeing you, though.
Of course I was interested in the Clitourist!! Every man and woman in the world should own the Clitourist!!! It's fun for the whole family!
oh, god. overnight i become an internet lesbian, whatever that means. i assure you, though i was definitely interested in your copy of "the clitourist," the only clit to which i claim loyalty is my own. and that interest serves me well, thankyouverymuch.
you're just pulling out the dyke card because i managed to open that beer bottle after both you and jen nearly broke your teeth on it. don't feel threatened, man. i'm really very gentle.
*grumbles about people stereotyping tall women with deep voices and short hair* You're in the south burbs now, my friend. Best get used to a lack of gay people. They've all migrated north.
Yeah, you did kinda drop us to only 98% white (we *do* have minority readers! they just didn't show up at our party, apparently). Thanks for that. And I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say hi -- I kept looking over at your table and thinking, "Oh, I gotta introduce myself," and then someone would call me over to somewhere else or I'd suddenly remember something I forgot to do or whatnot. So. Next time, I'm shaking your hand.
Thanks for coming, and thanks for the extra buck. It really did help.