It was fun!

I need to read a Michael Chabon novel called the Yiddish Policemen's Association, or something like that. Also a nonfiction book called Paradise Rex, which is about sexual reproduction having evolved as a defense against parasites.

Look up Maslo's Hierarchy.

Steve Barnes on teaching old dogs new tricks (e.g., southern whites and learning to be colorblind): "Just because we like sugar doesn't mean we can't put it off until the end of the meal. Adults can learn to do that."

Vonda says I need to read a short story called "The Cool Equations," by Deborah Wessel. Apparently a reply to the infamous "The Cold Equations."

The filkers sang "There's a Hole in the Middle of it All," "Have You Got Any News of the Iceberg?" (a song about the Titanic from the point of view of a polar bear), and a capstan shanty called "Paddy Lay Back."

I got a couple of good ideas for drawings/paintings which I am not a good enough artist to render. Yet. But the art show was disappointingly, um, typical. Fairies and rocket ships. SF authors write books about more than fairies and rocket ships ... how long will the artists continue to be purely derivative? Sigh.

Great panels on global warming, cloning and genetic engineering. Lousy panel on reconciling science and religion ... stacked in favor of the religious. Say what?

Ctein has a book out on digital photo retouching that might be fun to get for Matt. As if he didn't have enough to do with his time.

I had a good time, and was welcomed by the filkers and complimented on my ST uniform and Matrix coat. Kudos to Lauri for the latter. Yay!