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There have been many lively doings in and amongst the job interview (Tuesday) and wacky amounts of overtime earlier in the week.
Thursday night was the redoubtable Mr. Eric Heideman's birthday soiree at Dulano's. There was cake and enjoyable chatting about everything from the new Korean immersion school (coming soon to the Twin Cities) to property tax liens to various and sundry fannish things. Oh yeah, and our upcoming nuptials which are still relatively big news. Afterward, I helped Eric haul out a car trunk load of stuff, including cake leftovers. Another good time had by all.
Friday was an expedition with Jana, Rebecca K. and mr_bad_example to the Twin Cities Book Fair, hosted by the Midwest Antiquarian Booksellers. There I scored a 1904 edition of Famous Women: As Described by Famous Writers (because it just doesn't get more famous than that), one H.G. Wells novel and a Fritz Leiber collection I was unfamiliar with. And of course, the all important additions to the ever-expanding Edward Gorey collection. This time around, it was a copy of the Fantod Pack (reissue) and a signed copy of The Awdrey-Gore Legacy. Awdrey-Gore is a deconstructed cosy mystery that comes with character cards, implements for murder and plot devices, sort of like Clue if Gorey had designed it. It is second only to The Unstrung Harp or Mr. Earbass Writes a Novel in the sheer awesomeness of its send up of the writing process. Am v. pleased.
Saturday morning was the finale of the installation of the fabulously expensive new concrete paths around the house in the morning. Very necessary given that the old paths turned into life-threatening ice rinks in the winter and were horribly cracked, as well as draining directly into the house. The whole $500 over original estimate was a tad painful, however. :-(
From thence, it was on to Pride where I hung about the True Colors Bookstore booth with the store owners and staff in hopes of enticing someone or other to buy signed copies of my works. It was quite odd and a tad painful in its own right, though not entirely unsuccessful. I suspect that simply signing the books and not being there would have been as effective. It's fairly difficult to sell erotica in these parts as it is and the fact that I now resemble someone's artsy grandmother or possibly a younger Auntie Mame does not seem to help all that much. Hard to say. At any rate, Lyda Morehouse and Lori Lake dropped by on various errands and I had some nice chats with customers. And didn't smack any of the more irritating ones, which is always a victory.
Rebecca K. and mr_bad_example (Jana was off teaching, in a no doubt out and proud sort of way) swung by to pick me up and we gadded about the park for awhile running into people and petting the various animals at the various rescue tents. We also did a lot of people watching and job networking (not me), as well as sundry other activities. I somehow managed to pick up less stuff than I usually do, quite possibly due to sidewalk completion sticker shock. I did have my picture taken with two lively young lads who were smitten with the notion that I was wandering about wearing a t-shirt with "LABIA" on it in big pink letters. It is a souvenir from a long ago women's music festival trip and was a plug for a now defunct Queer Nation offshoot called "Lesbian and Bi Women in Alliance." Since I date back to a period when lesbians and bi women were seldom, if ever, in voluntary alliance, I like to treasure it as an example of how far we've come. At any rate, it was appreciated and admired in several quarters so that was quite nice.
We skipped the Parade in favor of getting other stuff done this morning. Probably should have just done the parade, all things considered but still entertaining hopes for getting a bit more done today before collapsing tonight.
Currently reading: Beyond Heaving Bosoms: The Smart Bitches' Guide to Romances. Oh, the marvelous snark! Am checking out to see if it's worth recommending to my classes this summer. So far, am giggling a lot.
Thursday night was the redoubtable Mr. Eric Heideman's birthday soiree at Dulano's. There was cake and enjoyable chatting about everything from the new Korean immersion school (coming soon to the Twin Cities) to property tax liens to various and sundry fannish things. Oh yeah, and our upcoming nuptials which are still relatively big news. Afterward, I helped Eric haul out a car trunk load of stuff, including cake leftovers. Another good time had by all.
Friday was an expedition with Jana, Rebecca K. and mr_bad_example to the Twin Cities Book Fair, hosted by the Midwest Antiquarian Booksellers. There I scored a 1904 edition of Famous Women: As Described by Famous Writers (because it just doesn't get more famous than that), one H.G. Wells novel and a Fritz Leiber collection I was unfamiliar with. And of course, the all important additions to the ever-expanding Edward Gorey collection. This time around, it was a copy of the Fantod Pack (reissue) and a signed copy of The Awdrey-Gore Legacy. Awdrey-Gore is a deconstructed cosy mystery that comes with character cards, implements for murder and plot devices, sort of like Clue if Gorey had designed it. It is second only to The Unstrung Harp or Mr. Earbass Writes a Novel in the sheer awesomeness of its send up of the writing process. Am v. pleased.
Saturday morning was the finale of the installation of the fabulously expensive new concrete paths around the house in the morning. Very necessary given that the old paths turned into life-threatening ice rinks in the winter and were horribly cracked, as well as draining directly into the house. The whole $500 over original estimate was a tad painful, however. :-(
From thence, it was on to Pride where I hung about the True Colors Bookstore booth with the store owners and staff in hopes of enticing someone or other to buy signed copies of my works. It was quite odd and a tad painful in its own right, though not entirely unsuccessful. I suspect that simply signing the books and not being there would have been as effective. It's fairly difficult to sell erotica in these parts as it is and the fact that I now resemble someone's artsy grandmother or possibly a younger Auntie Mame does not seem to help all that much. Hard to say. At any rate, Lyda Morehouse and Lori Lake dropped by on various errands and I had some nice chats with customers. And didn't smack any of the more irritating ones, which is always a victory.
Rebecca K. and mr_bad_example (Jana was off teaching, in a no doubt out and proud sort of way) swung by to pick me up and we gadded about the park for awhile running into people and petting the various animals at the various rescue tents. We also did a lot of people watching and job networking (not me), as well as sundry other activities. I somehow managed to pick up less stuff than I usually do, quite possibly due to sidewalk completion sticker shock. I did have my picture taken with two lively young lads who were smitten with the notion that I was wandering about wearing a t-shirt with "LABIA" on it in big pink letters. It is a souvenir from a long ago women's music festival trip and was a plug for a now defunct Queer Nation offshoot called "Lesbian and Bi Women in Alliance." Since I date back to a period when lesbians and bi women were seldom, if ever, in voluntary alliance, I like to treasure it as an example of how far we've come. At any rate, it was appreciated and admired in several quarters so that was quite nice.
We skipped the Parade in favor of getting other stuff done this morning. Probably should have just done the parade, all things considered but still entertaining hopes for getting a bit more done today before collapsing tonight.
Currently reading: Beyond Heaving Bosoms: The Smart Bitches' Guide to Romances. Oh, the marvelous snark! Am checking out to see if it's worth recommending to my classes this summer. So far, am giggling a lot.