As usual, I had a great time at Arisia. Of course, how could I not have fun at your run of the mill, gothy, leatherette clad, spiked heel wearing, kilt clannish, anime watching, glbtq friendly, multi-culti, literate, cinematic, masqued, alcohol soaked (over 21 only), science fiction convention.
Friday Evening – This was really all about meeting / reconnecting with my fellow fans. I got in somewhat late, so no panels! I saw the first half of Jamie Fessenden’s “The Sacrifice”, but I could not stay, I had to catch the last T out of the city.
Started off viewing a demonstation on how to do space paintings using spray paint, bowls, saucers, high gloss art paper, and newspaper. It was facinating.
Next, “The Best SF You’ve Never Heard Of” where I found out about:
“The Dreaming Dragons” by Damien Broderick
“The Jehovah Contract” by Victor Koman
“The Death of the Necromancer” by Martha Wells
“Arslan” by MJ Engh
“Sea of Glass” by Barry Longyear
“Wheel of the Infinite” by Martha Wells
“The Metal Monster” by Abraham Merritt
At this point I slipped out of the back to see a panel called, “Cloning: Moral Quagmire”. And what a quagmire it was. I should have stuck with the books panel.
Next it was off to the art show to see Bob Eggleton and Frank Wu (the Artist Guest of Honor) duel. And duel they did. They were read a passage from Alan Steele’s “Coyote” about a shuttle launch and then, GO! Off they went. Bob worked in pencil / charcoal while Frank labored in his usual technicolor. If I can find online shots of them, I’ll post links. The entire hour long process was facinating and both artists were highly entertaining. The audience even broke into song, singing along with Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven from the atmosphere tape Bob supplied. In the end, who won? I have no idea. Both pieces were auctioned off the next day in the silent auction.
This is getting to be a really long entry. Much more went on, including, my purchase of my first kilt (I’ll post pics later (no, those aren’t my legs)), the Gay Fandom party hosted by the Boston Gaylaxians, and the Chris party, where Rocket Fuel (a mad scientist’s brew of limeade, dry ice and everclear) was served.
I did not drive home that night.
One last thing…
While there, I’ve noticed something which I found extremely heartening. Some years ago, David Brin gave a speech at a convention where he bemoaned the lack of kids being born to fans. From his point of view, Fandom was aging rapidly and was in danger of dying out.
It seems as though fen have gotten the message. There were a bunch of kids-in-tow at Arisia. Kids in snuglies, kids in tummy packs, kids in the kids programming. They were all over the place. It was excellent!