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Sep. 6th, 2004 11:02 pmJyn says her favorite light is late afternoon/early evening fall light, presumably on a clear day, since that's when she mentioned it. It is nice, but I prefer the evening light of mid-spring, in Atlanta, and early morning in late spring in Chicago. The spring I returned, it was the long walk from my room on 49th and Woodlawn to Japanese every morning that helped keep me sane enough to survive the quarter. The light through the trees is perfect. My personal absolute favorite is probably the early morning light in the Appalachians, when the light is filtered not only through the leafy trees, but also through the mist. Still, Georgia right before a storm is probably the very best. Especially in the evening. Light is important. It makes Miyazaki movies special, it makes early mornings nice, and evenings wonderful.
I didn't see much light during this weekend though (how's that for an attempted segue?), because I was at Dragon*Con (and why does it have that asterisk, anyway?). I spent almost all of my time there staffing at VIP Registration, with a little following neechan around for good measure. I'd get there in the morning or early afternoon, work for a while, and then follow neechan around. Saturday and Sunday I worked without her, because she was of sleeping or hanging out with Duby, so she wouldn't turn up until I'd been working for a while. But then I'd follow her around, and that way I got to see Jeremy and David and Damien. Peter Beagle cancelled, which was really disappointing. Overall, the con was sort of boring, even though working staff is actually pretty fun. I didn't actually do any con things, mostly because they didn't interest me. I wanted to do tech stuff, but there were too many other people who were doing that, ad even the actual competant people with seniority were getting slighted in favor of people's buddies and girlfriends. If I do it next year, I'll make more of an effort to hang out with more of my friends so I don't feel quite so stuck onto neechan's schedule, and hopefully I'll get radio duty more at guest reg. I like radio duty. I get to feel all professional and serious, and if I want a graceful way out of a conversation, I can just hold up a finger, press the headphone against my ear, and look like I'm listening to something important. But it's mostly just the feeling of secondhand competance.
I didn;t eat well at all during con, so I was quite happy to have a good meal tonight. My dad grilled lamb, and there was garlic broccoli and wild rice. Hooray for real food. Plus I got to grocery shopping at Whole Foods, which is always fun. It's been so long since I've been able to go grocery shopping without worrying about the price of everything that grocery shopping always feels like such a luxury. If only people didn't think I was so weird for doing it.
I wanted to talk on the phone, but almost no one I called was actually there. スーシュー、どこですか~?And according to my brother, "some random dude" kept calling while I was at con. I think I know who that was (there aren't many people who have my phone number and weren't at con themselves, after all), but I was unable to confirm my guess because apparently no one is picking up their phones today. Except Julian. It was cool getting to talk to him, after all these months. Especially since there wasn't any feeling of unresolved issues going on, so I no longer feel that I've lost a good friend. Plus, it's a chance to exploit the free long distance, another luxury restricted to my dad's. Actually, my mom has it too, but I'm no longer wlecome over there, I came home to a remarkably unhappy e-mail from my mom, including informing me that I was no longer welcome at her house, and the doors would be locked against me. As usual, just enough of her accusations are justified to make me feel guilty, and she cced Uncle Dan on the entire thing, which also worries me. Then again, she does the same thing on the phone all the time, and he's still speaking to me, so it seems that the rest of the de Grazia clan havn't completely given up on me. Well, not the cool ones, at least.
Anyway, bedtime so I can be up and walking at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Oyasumi.
I didn't see much light during this weekend though (how's that for an attempted segue?), because I was at Dragon*Con (and why does it have that asterisk, anyway?). I spent almost all of my time there staffing at VIP Registration, with a little following neechan around for good measure. I'd get there in the morning or early afternoon, work for a while, and then follow neechan around. Saturday and Sunday I worked without her, because she was of sleeping or hanging out with Duby, so she wouldn't turn up until I'd been working for a while. But then I'd follow her around, and that way I got to see Jeremy and David and Damien. Peter Beagle cancelled, which was really disappointing. Overall, the con was sort of boring, even though working staff is actually pretty fun. I didn't actually do any con things, mostly because they didn't interest me. I wanted to do tech stuff, but there were too many other people who were doing that, ad even the actual competant people with seniority were getting slighted in favor of people's buddies and girlfriends. If I do it next year, I'll make more of an effort to hang out with more of my friends so I don't feel quite so stuck onto neechan's schedule, and hopefully I'll get radio duty more at guest reg. I like radio duty. I get to feel all professional and serious, and if I want a graceful way out of a conversation, I can just hold up a finger, press the headphone against my ear, and look like I'm listening to something important. But it's mostly just the feeling of secondhand competance.
I didn;t eat well at all during con, so I was quite happy to have a good meal tonight. My dad grilled lamb, and there was garlic broccoli and wild rice. Hooray for real food. Plus I got to grocery shopping at Whole Foods, which is always fun. It's been so long since I've been able to go grocery shopping without worrying about the price of everything that grocery shopping always feels like such a luxury. If only people didn't think I was so weird for doing it.
I wanted to talk on the phone, but almost no one I called was actually there. スーシュー、どこですか~?And according to my brother, "some random dude" kept calling while I was at con. I think I know who that was (there aren't many people who have my phone number and weren't at con themselves, after all), but I was unable to confirm my guess because apparently no one is picking up their phones today. Except Julian. It was cool getting to talk to him, after all these months. Especially since there wasn't any feeling of unresolved issues going on, so I no longer feel that I've lost a good friend. Plus, it's a chance to exploit the free long distance, another luxury restricted to my dad's. Actually, my mom has it too, but I'm no longer wlecome over there, I came home to a remarkably unhappy e-mail from my mom, including informing me that I was no longer welcome at her house, and the doors would be locked against me. As usual, just enough of her accusations are justified to make me feel guilty, and she cced Uncle Dan on the entire thing, which also worries me. Then again, she does the same thing on the phone all the time, and he's still speaking to me, so it seems that the rest of the de Grazia clan havn't completely given up on me. Well, not the cool ones, at least.
Anyway, bedtime so I can be up and walking at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Oyasumi.