So, SFRA. It was my intention afterwards to make an extensive report post, but given that as soon as I got off work post-conference I slept a total of seventeen hours (with a five hour break in the middle), I shall end up passing. Possibly in part because I'm still bothered by the fact I slept that long--sleeping for more than eight hours at a time just makes me feel like I've lost productivity.
Let me just say, in bullet points:
- Apparently, being an SF author or scholar does not exclude you from needing to get your Liberal Tolerance Cookie.
- Just because someone is a person of color and teaches at an HBCU does not mean that their panel on Race in SF is a great time to ask, as a white HBCU prof, for advice on combating homophobia in your students. Way to derail the panel, white dude.
- Wow, I have so much to read now, and no time at all in which to consume it.
- The SF Lit community is made of nice people, but decidedly old-fashioned and insular. I was clearly one of the few people who had a very strong pan-fandom focus and influence.
- However, I liked it enough that I'd like to try and bring in some more pan-influenceness.
- I am permanently stuck thinking in activist-mode. This shows when I least expect it.
- I still worry too much.
- I feel very bad for the grad student who tried to discuss Buddhism and utopia with me. I was worn out terribly for most of the conference, so my coherency level on serious topics was abysmally low by the end after I presented.
There are other things which I wish I had the brain to talk about, but instead I am going to go make myself a mayo and tomato on white bread sandwich (alternately known as the easiest way to get katarik
to forswear friendship) and listen to On The Media