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May. 14th, 2007 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseWelll....
I've been in Winnipeg again just over 24 hours.
Crown tourney was fun, but it might have been a better event if there were anything to do for non-fighters other than watch the tourney and shop (There was a small A&S display, too, so one could also look at some excellent craftwork, but it was as small as some I've seen in town, little-documented and seemed very much focused on illumination and its variants.) I'll grant you that a Crown tourney tends to feature a level of play and pageantry that's absent from smaller events, and the fighting is worthwhile to watch. (Those interested in details might have to ask someone else.)
But... the ONLY other scheduled activity was the Northshield choir practice, which didn't have an exact time slot, and which i ended up joining more by dumb luck than anything. We had a new member with us, too, and she doesn't sing. I'd have liked to show her a few other things we do.She did get to meet a few people, mostly around the Herald's table.
I bought trim (One for fabric I already owned, one because it would be so pretty it was worth hunting out fabric to match), a CD (trad mostly-a capella music, by ladies obviously very familiar with the repertoire of Steeleye Span and Silly Sisters.) a bone seahorse I thought would make a perfect toggle for my pouch, which currently lacks a decent closer. Also a sterling silver lizard that could be either a pendant or another toggle - the woman sellign silver had bout the bar before the price skyrocketed early last year, so the prices were surprisingly looooow.
The post-revel party was rather a different mood. The site was dry, so the post-revel was very very wet. There were two "Hot Sex fairies" running from room to room at the hotel plying people with their eponymous substance (The booze, not the action). Yumm. We brought some of Bearaich's honeymoon mead. Much flirting was had. Castel Rouge's room was the more sedate party, though we didn't lack for silliness or conversation; the room next door (Ostensibly Windhaven but full of more people from elsewhere) was the loud one with the people doing party tricks. I fretted a bit about how much booze I'd had, but I think it was actually under three glasses, just weirdly scattered.
The day after, a group of us went to IHOP and ate much pancakes and the like; then did much shopping. Colin and I had picked up duty-free alcohol, and having had a late start on Friday night, had to stay in the US to nine-o-clock Sunday, so we weren't exactly rushing. We stopped at Barnes and Noble where I went only mildly crazy.
To explain; yesterday was also Colin's and my first anniversary, which is, of course, paper... so he paid for my books (I paid for the CDs) and I for his - and some other later purchases of his - but he picked up fewer things total, so in spite of also getting him a birthday gift in advance, I still feel like I should get him another thing of some kind.
The Barnes and Noble tally for me ran:
CDs:
Fairport Convention - Liege and Lief (I have it... on vinyl I can't listen to.)
Ruthie Foster - the Phenomenal
Books:
Martha Wells - The Wizard Hunters (Listed first because it's the one I cracked open already.)
Patricia Wrede and Caroline Stevermer - The Grand Tour
Diana Wynne Jones - The Game (A novella that's so new I hadn't known it was out. But I couldn't find copies of the Pinhoe Egg anywhere; the US has a different publisher from Canada, so it's actually easier to find here)
Peter S. Beagle - the Line Between
Worlds of Amano (Art of Yoshitaka Amano)
David Wiesner - Tuesday (Still one of the coolest picture books out there.)
Holly Black - Valiant (Technically picked up at a book store in Grand Forks, later, and paid for by me.)
Books I was peeved not to find:
The Pinhoe Egg (As above)
Sherwood Smith - Senrid. (We were at three bookstores total. No luck anywhere, grrr.)
I was amused to realise I was having trouble tracking down Smith and Jones...
We then made a deadly stop at a fabris store goign out of business, where I found the perfect fabrics for my new trim. Alas, that was a velvet somewhere between dark purple and indigo (One of those colours that you just lose yourself in), and a dark green velveteen, less soft, but not so far off texture they'd look wrong together. Between those and Colin's trim what we bought would have gone over $300.00 any other time. But we got it all at 80% off and dropped the total to just over $70.00. Wheee!
Since I already have enough white fabric for chemises, I've a purple and green Tudor coming up, I think... possibly Elizabethan, but I'm going to do some looking. A couple of people at the event certainly had dresses I was lusting after. (I'll need to think abut hoops. Hmmm. Whether I already have the material to hold the hoops depends on how heavy it needs to be. Excellencies?)
I also finished reading James Alan Gardner's Radiant in the car. If you don't like his work, this isn't the book to persuade you; if you do, it's another good entry, and I think he stretched himself harder here trying to depict the Buddhist attitudes fairly (even a future extrapolated Buddhism). His last attempt was a very areligious character of vaguely Muslim background - so areligious that the ethnicity felt half-hearted. So far, too, he's doing rather well at having each book stand alone, though it helps in picking uup some implications and nuances to have read the others. But I haven't once worried, however long since I read one of his League of Peoples books, that I'd be lost in the next one. (I did obsess about getting them in order in the past, but I think that was unfounded worry based on too many other series'.)
Started Dorothy Dunnett's Queen's Play, too. So far, it's not losing me as much as I feared it would, but like The Game of Kings, I sometimes feel as if there's too many subtle hints slipping over my head. However, also like the first book, there's a lot of fun in the language, especially the dialogue, that carries me along until I *do* put the pieces together.
In theory I work tomorrow, so I should sleep. (I'm working three days a week - the one at the Rehab Centre is still ongoing, and for last week, this week and next week, I have two more days at another job.)
Writing: I wrote once between my last progress note and today, and that was mostly hammering at edits of a scene where the action is almost unchanged (I break at least three characters all in one shot. Ow.), but pieces of the prose needed some heavy squelching. Today, I got through a chunk of the next chapter's opening, which is mostly fresh; the manner of his self-destructive slide has changed. (Faster, more drastic, but his motivation feels easier to understand).
I've been in Winnipeg again just over 24 hours.
Crown tourney was fun, but it might have been a better event if there were anything to do for non-fighters other than watch the tourney and shop (There was a small A&S display, too, so one could also look at some excellent craftwork, but it was as small as some I've seen in town, little-documented and seemed very much focused on illumination and its variants.) I'll grant you that a Crown tourney tends to feature a level of play and pageantry that's absent from smaller events, and the fighting is worthwhile to watch. (Those interested in details might have to ask someone else.)
But... the ONLY other scheduled activity was the Northshield choir practice, which didn't have an exact time slot, and which i ended up joining more by dumb luck than anything. We had a new member with us, too, and she doesn't sing. I'd have liked to show her a few other things we do.She did get to meet a few people, mostly around the Herald's table.
I bought trim (One for fabric I already owned, one because it would be so pretty it was worth hunting out fabric to match), a CD (trad mostly-a capella music, by ladies obviously very familiar with the repertoire of Steeleye Span and Silly Sisters.) a bone seahorse I thought would make a perfect toggle for my pouch, which currently lacks a decent closer. Also a sterling silver lizard that could be either a pendant or another toggle - the woman sellign silver had bout the bar before the price skyrocketed early last year, so the prices were surprisingly looooow.
The post-revel party was rather a different mood. The site was dry, so the post-revel was very very wet. There were two "Hot Sex fairies" running from room to room at the hotel plying people with their eponymous substance (The booze, not the action). Yumm. We brought some of Bearaich's honeymoon mead. Much flirting was had. Castel Rouge's room was the more sedate party, though we didn't lack for silliness or conversation; the room next door (Ostensibly Windhaven but full of more people from elsewhere) was the loud one with the people doing party tricks. I fretted a bit about how much booze I'd had, but I think it was actually under three glasses, just weirdly scattered.
The day after, a group of us went to IHOP and ate much pancakes and the like; then did much shopping. Colin and I had picked up duty-free alcohol, and having had a late start on Friday night, had to stay in the US to nine-o-clock Sunday, so we weren't exactly rushing. We stopped at Barnes and Noble where I went only mildly crazy.
To explain; yesterday was also Colin's and my first anniversary, which is, of course, paper... so he paid for my books (I paid for the CDs) and I for his - and some other later purchases of his - but he picked up fewer things total, so in spite of also getting him a birthday gift in advance, I still feel like I should get him another thing of some kind.
The Barnes and Noble tally for me ran:
CDs:
Fairport Convention - Liege and Lief (I have it... on vinyl I can't listen to.)
Ruthie Foster - the Phenomenal
Books:
Martha Wells - The Wizard Hunters (Listed first because it's the one I cracked open already.)
Patricia Wrede and Caroline Stevermer - The Grand Tour
Diana Wynne Jones - The Game (A novella that's so new I hadn't known it was out. But I couldn't find copies of the Pinhoe Egg anywhere; the US has a different publisher from Canada, so it's actually easier to find here)
Peter S. Beagle - the Line Between
Worlds of Amano (Art of Yoshitaka Amano)
David Wiesner - Tuesday (Still one of the coolest picture books out there.)
Holly Black - Valiant (Technically picked up at a book store in Grand Forks, later, and paid for by me.)
Books I was peeved not to find:
The Pinhoe Egg (As above)
Sherwood Smith - Senrid. (We were at three bookstores total. No luck anywhere, grrr.)
I was amused to realise I was having trouble tracking down Smith and Jones...
We then made a deadly stop at a fabris store goign out of business, where I found the perfect fabrics for my new trim. Alas, that was a velvet somewhere between dark purple and indigo (One of those colours that you just lose yourself in), and a dark green velveteen, less soft, but not so far off texture they'd look wrong together. Between those and Colin's trim what we bought would have gone over $300.00 any other time. But we got it all at 80% off and dropped the total to just over $70.00. Wheee!
Since I already have enough white fabric for chemises, I've a purple and green Tudor coming up, I think... possibly Elizabethan, but I'm going to do some looking. A couple of people at the event certainly had dresses I was lusting after. (I'll need to think abut hoops. Hmmm. Whether I already have the material to hold the hoops depends on how heavy it needs to be. Excellencies?)
I also finished reading James Alan Gardner's Radiant in the car. If you don't like his work, this isn't the book to persuade you; if you do, it's another good entry, and I think he stretched himself harder here trying to depict the Buddhist attitudes fairly (even a future extrapolated Buddhism). His last attempt was a very areligious character of vaguely Muslim background - so areligious that the ethnicity felt half-hearted. So far, too, he's doing rather well at having each book stand alone, though it helps in picking uup some implications and nuances to have read the others. But I haven't once worried, however long since I read one of his League of Peoples books, that I'd be lost in the next one. (I did obsess about getting them in order in the past, but I think that was unfounded worry based on too many other series'.)
Started Dorothy Dunnett's Queen's Play, too. So far, it's not losing me as much as I feared it would, but like The Game of Kings, I sometimes feel as if there's too many subtle hints slipping over my head. However, also like the first book, there's a lot of fun in the language, especially the dialogue, that carries me along until I *do* put the pieces together.
In theory I work tomorrow, so I should sleep. (I'm working three days a week - the one at the Rehab Centre is still ongoing, and for last week, this week and next week, I have two more days at another job.)
Writing: I wrote once between my last progress note and today, and that was mostly hammering at edits of a scene where the action is almost unchanged (I break at least three characters all in one shot. Ow.), but pieces of the prose needed some heavy squelching. Today, I got through a chunk of the next chapter's opening, which is mostly fresh; the manner of his self-destructive slide has changed. (Faster, more drastic, but his motivation feels easier to understand).
