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.
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.