THURSDAY, JULY 23
10:30-11:30 AM, Room 8: Science Fiction That Will Change Your Life. I'll be appearing alongside the staff of the excellent science fiction blog io9 and some other special guests, talking "about science fiction from the last year that does more than blow things up. It might also blow your mind. What science fiction should you be reading and watching if you want your brain to grow so big it pops out of the top of your skull and starts throbbing and shooting lasers? The panelists have some tips."
FRIDAY, JULY 24
1:30-2:30 PM, Room 10: After the First 1,000 Pages. It takes 10,000 hours of practice to become an expert at something. Art teachers say that you have to make 100,000 bad drawings before you can make a good one. I'll be moderating a conversation with Gene Colan (Tomb of Dracula), Becky Cloonan (Demo), Zander Cannon (Top 10), Roger Langridge (The Muppet Show Comic Book) and Matt Kindt (Super Spy), discussing how they've developed as artists since their early work and the creative breakthroughs that took them a while to reach.
SATURDAY, JULY 25
1:30-2:30 PM, Room 4: The One-Panel Panel. A single image can hold an entire world in miniature. I'll moderate this panel with Charles Vess (Stardust), Hope Larson (Chiggers), Michael Allred (Madman) and Larry Marder (Beanworld), each showing and discussing one particularly meaningful panel from their own comics--how it came together, and where it led them.
Hope to see you there!
TIA.
- Mood:lost
- Music:Pixies: "Debaser"
End of the World News: Clark POV: I'm not the one wasting my time.
- Mood:artistic
I'm near the Mac-Groveland area, so nearby would be great, but anywhere in the cities is fine. =) Thanks!
Had guests round to the new place yesterday and it functioned well; six boxes remain in the living room but I'm tackling them, day on day. Speaking of day, the day bed is in my studio now, closed up to its narrowest setting and shoved between the desk and the shelves. Yay! Teasel celebrated by disappearing for hours; I found him curled up on it, camouflaged against the black and white disturbance pattern fabric that covers the matress, purring with his paws over his head. I understand, fluff. It is a nice place to lounge. Though, right now -- not if you're tall!
At moment it looks a bit like someone set the room up as a set ("Jeremy Dennis's studio") rather than the place in which I sit and work but I'm sure a thin layer of dust and the remaining three boxes of playmobil and dinosaurs will take care of that.
P.S. For the first time, educated crow and little plastic owl are in the same room. I've put them at opposite ends of the topmost glass shelf of the desk, but they're still looking at each other funny. "I could take you" (flap) "no, dear ... um (it is hard to tell with little owls) ... I think you'll find that I am the one who will take you... back to school! Cawcawcawcaw!". Oh dear.
Oh, and anything downtown or in the north suburbs would be great.
Thanks!

Trim and cut into whatever size you like:
1 pound green beans (or flat beans!)
Dunk them in boiling water for just a couple of minutes, until they're not raw any more but are still crisp. Then drain and shock them by running cold water over them until they're room temperature-ish. Drain and set aside.
Combine in a food processor or blender:
1 tablespoon or so chopped or grated ginger
3 tablespoons miso (I think it was a bit better with red miso, but your mileage may vary)
1 teaspoon soy sauce
a couple of tablespoons of water
1/2 cup pecans
Blend (or process) until they're a relatively consistent sauce--pourable more than scrapeable, if you see what I mean. (There will probably be some scraping-down-the-side involved.) Add a bit more water if you need to. Then pour the sauce over the beans and stir to coat them, and you're done. SO GOOD.
As I write, I'm watching Jeremy Clarkson being blown up by soldiers.They're right up his trumpet, apparently. But if they'd been really trying he would be dead by now. Television, full of lies.
Today was IKEA. I have shelves. Yaris tetris be praised. We returned gingerly through Bletchley, fingers white on the flatpacks, ill-advised impulse purchases rattling against improvised padding made from
timscience's trendy jacket. We didn't break the car or get stopped by the police, but we did annoy two young men in red joyrider cars. From the hand gestures, they planned to have sex later; I hope it was the regular type, rather than crash-style.
returning house of leaves
Originally uploaded by Jeremy Dennis.
The picture is from
waistcoatmark's copy of House of Leaves, which I finally returned to him, shortly before I moved house. I'd filled the book with little scribbled notes, on scraps of paper. I should probably get my own copy. Um, when we have more shelves, the current lot are full.
Last night I was pulling similar little bookmarks out of another book while
timscience editidied a couple of pieces of music. Tomorrow we take them to Heather the registrar. Wow.
Nathan and Jessie and I spent the morning on a whale watch with Grammy and Kevin, had lunch at the place that says it invented fried clams, and– rather than dinner– had something better than dinner: a rock show at the Lowell Spinners field, with K and W (friends), and with Conor Oberst, whose work I still love, and Wilco, whose new record is just fine. We are having a summer!
During the brief interval of inaction at home this afternoon Nathan lay down in a dark room on a “beach” made of pillows and told me, and then told Jessie and Grammy, all about the African hawk seagull, whose friends are regular seagulls, but who is different from the regular seagull species: the African hawk seagull is purple and orange, has a light in the tail like a firefly, eats blowfish which it finds by diving into blowfish schools, and lives on the moon. I hope this sort of imagination persists into adulthood. Or else I hope for something very like it.
Summary: Someplace where there isn’t any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place?
Prompt: medea_aries: What if, in Ruat Caelum, when Lex sends the message about being kidnapped by the Justice League, Batman does go ahead and handles it himself?
Warning: character death; otherwise PG.
Clark/Lex.
( I can cause accidents, too )
Comments on DW; comments on LJ.
- Music:Draw Your Brakes - DJ Shortkut
(via BoingBoing)
It safely dodged the crocodiles, so I went back to the vast read/research list which hopefully will bring me up to stage on IAG and checking the information schedule for the next few months. Which was when I found out that National Samaritans Day is on my birthday. I mean, I don't begrudge them and the whole 24/7 thing makes it an obvious choice, and yes, OK, but nevertheless it was a real Saturday's child moment.
Got home to discover that we'd achieved wall and Handy Andy the Indie Builder came round with some beer to regale us with tales of backstage boosh and relieve us of some of our savings. Upstairs, last night's sealant fit had made the shower uglier but less inclined to wash water down the wall. Me last night: I thought the black stuff between the tiles was dirt, not gaps! More learning from last night; check how to get silicon sealant off your hand before your hands are covered with the stuff.
I harvested my first aubergine. Tim used it to bulk out a kedgeree. It was delicious.
