Current mood:	chipper
Current music:	A-ha, "Take On Me" (playing on VH1)
Entry tags:	conventions, ribbons

In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs of every head ...
Saturday, part 1 of 3.

On Saturday I saw and photographed several people, including: James Bacon (jamesb), Scratch Bacharach, Margene Bahm, Sandra Battye, Zara Baxter (zarabee), Sandra Bond, Seth Breidbart, Cindi Somebody Cabal, Philippa Chapman, Piotr Cholewa, David W. Clark, Cardinal Cox, Kathryn Daugherty, Keith R.A. DeCandido, Miki Dennis, Nick Edwards, Robin Elliott, jan howard finder (aka "Obi-Wombat Kenobi"), Ela Gepfert, Ed Green, Susan de Guardiola, Lisa Hayes, Louise Hoiles, Janet C. Johnston, Ethan Lawlor, Andy Leighton, Christian McGuire, Pat McMurray (pmcmurray), Liz Mortensen, Myrna Parmentier, Andrew Patterson, Elayne Pelz, Terry Pratchett, Corlis Robe, Juan C. Sanmiguel, Sharon Sbarsky, Joyce Scrivner, Kevin Standlee, Bill Sutton, Arthur Taylor, Katt Thornton (katt1028), Clare Thorpe-Tracy, Megan Totusek, Andy Trembley (bovil), Sylwia "Kiro" Zabinska, Lucy Zinkiewicz (l_zinkiewicz), Julie (our landlady) Nojay, Paul of Light and Smitty. Also all of the grown-up Masquerade entries; I don't have the names handy for those right now because library_lynn is upstairs sleeping.

Joyce Scrivner had written to me a week or two before I left, about getting "Timebinders" ribbons printed up. I had a last-minute order going into RV Awards, so I piggybacked her request onto mine. I mailed half of them to her address. She didn't receive them before I left, so I brought the other half with me. I left them in a box, with her name and address, at the laconiv table, and eventually she picked them up. But she and I never met up again after she picked up the ribbons, so I didn't get one myself. I've heard that Elayne Pelz will be taking over curatorship of the Worldcon History Exhibit starting when it arrives in L.A.; can anyone else confirm it? I suppose I can ask Elayne when I see her next.

Saturday morning when I went up to The Goat to post my Thursday and Friday afternoon notes, i stopped to take a picture of the Ahmadiyya Muslim Centre & Bait-ur-Rahman Mosque that's across the side street from it.

Saturday afternoon I spent some time at the Masquerade check-in desk, and a lot of time sitting on the blue couches at the other end of that aisle. While at the Masquerade desk, I was talking to Susan de Guardiola who was keeping a minute-by-minute journal of her trip. She was tired, and a little vague (her description), and her remarks were mostly free-association. Vlatko Juric-Kokic came up because we'd agreed to meet here at noon, and we determined that someone else (Nojay mostly) was taking care of setting up our backdrop and lights so we didn't need to do anything. I told him he should come back at 18:00.

Vlatko hung around talking for a while. I told Susan that the Croatians invented the necktie, and that the word Cravat comes from the same word as Croatia. This flabbergasted her. Vlatko assured her that I wasn't making it up, and we both tried to explain it. Croatia = Hrvatska. A person from Croatia = a Croat = Hrvat. The plural is hrvati. They tied cloth around their necks, and the cloths came to be known as hrvati too. Hence cravat. We tried to explain that the C, and the H, are just like the Kh sound in chutzpah and Hannukah and the greek letter Chi, but it was just blowing her little synapses left and right. Not a linguistics major, our Susan, no... She teaches historical dance, and had some research planned during her U.K. trip which would help make her trip tax-deductible. She has a house in Connecticut, with a laughably tiny mortgage and plenty of space. And she was raised as an Ashkenazi goy. But that's another story.

The Masquerade exhibit people needed some Hefty bags (bin liners) to protect an exhibited costume that had to go away because its owner had a plane to catch. I remembered I had some enormous clear plastic bin liners in my luggage, and I knew library_lynn was asleep in the room and had been for about two hours. She usually takes a two-hour nap. (My naps are usually half an hour, unless I'm really tired. When I just doze off at a convention because I've been sitting still instead of standing or moving around, they tend to be shorter than that.) Susan and I went over to Number 36, and I tried to reach Lynn on the phone. No luck. I tried ringing the doorbell. Nobody home. I threw pennies at the downstairs window. She didn't wake up. Now, I should have programmed my landlady's number into my phone, but hadn't thought of it at the time, so Susan and I walked back to the SECC empty-handed.

Miki Dennis was orbiting the Masquerade desk and exhibit, when I noticed she had a "Filk Program" gizmo. I gave her the "Immortalized in Song" ribbons to hand out. She showed us her green-filled bun -- it looked like it was wrapped in a tortilla, actually, but they still call it a bun. There was something green in the filling -- pesto? guacamole?

We learned from Arthur Taylor, I think, that the zig-zag lane markings in the street mean that you're near a pedestrian crossing, and there's no parking there either.

Robin Elliott admired my "Glomp Me!" ribbon -- he was one of the few people to recognize it and know what it means.

Scratch Bacharach wasn't the only one to find me at the Fan Gallery and nominate themselves for inclusion. He was, however, the only one to ask a number of his friends and long-time acquaintances to tell me what he's done for fandom. Nobody could really point to much of anything; he's been around in fandom since 1969, he was one of the people who broke the charge (the riot attempt) at Heicon, and he lives in a Philadelphia suburb. Sometimes costumer, SCA, volunteer locally... but nobody could actually point to anything of significance.

Cindi Somebody Cabal was in pink. Very pink. All pink clothing, purse, shoes and hair. An interesting change for her; I think I like it better than the crazy hair she used to sport.