On my way back from Boskone where, yes, I had a lovely time. matociquala introduced me and Fran Wilde to "Drink," a bartender's bar in which they make pale fruity things called Bohemians, which I'll be hankering after for a long time. Other things I'll be hankering after for a while included the Boskone art show, which had some of the strongest pieces I've seen so far at cons. But alas, the budget would not let me buy.
I didn't end up attending that many
panels, but those I did proved interesting. Jim Kelly gave an intriguing talk on
the Virtual Utopia, which gave me some ideas for my upcoming lecture on The
Matrix. And the "gamechanger" panel added to my reading list, as I knew it
would. Other than that, I mainly hung out in the lobby and caught up with
familiar faces, including some of the ICFA brigade and mindstalk, who I had
yet to meet in his new Boston habitat.
On Sunday we were kidnapped by
James D. Macdonald and Debra Doyle and taken indoor skydiving, which is, btw,
AWESOME, and does not come with the same terrifying quantity of space and ground
found in the other kind of skydiving. I thoroughly approve.
observations re: indoor skydiving are limited to the fact that a) it's harder
than it looks and b) I'd like to do it again. Actually, I'll add that the thing
that constantly surprises me about skydiving is the nothing-beneath-you part.
The hindpart of my brain equates flying with swimming, but there's a significant
difference between feeling yourself supported by water and the
what-the-hell-is-THAT sensation of being supported by wind. Wind's much less
stable, and it's also full of light and noise and NOTHING, and to someone who's
a confident swimmer, it's very odd.
Now: back to work.