Friday, June 22, 2001
Thursday, June 21, 2001
Day Six, Entry Thirtyone
ohhh lunch. smuckerspb&j shaped like a pie in a little plastic wrap. 2 oreo sandwhich cookies, america's favorite. glacier valley natural spring water in a little covered cup. And a nasty little bag of carrots. Delicious. And of course, my airplane pretzels and pepsi.
ohhh lunch. smuckerspb&j shaped like a pie in a little plastic wrap. 2 oreo sandwhich cookies, america's favorite. glacier valley natural spring water in a little covered cup. And a nasty little bag of carrots. Delicious. And of course, my airplane pretzels and pepsi.
Day Six, Entry Thirty
People you obviously werent reached by my telepathic channels becuase here i am on the plane, writing away and coming back to you. Morgan is telling me she envies my bladder as I sip my pepsi and i boast on the fact that i just had a starbucks mocha frappacino in the airport as well and im talking about the queens of ireland and how they were great-bladdered women. We've been on the plane a good bit but we've only been in the air for about an hour or less. Less. Morgan's in the window seat which I had last time making the realization that when you fly through clouds its sort of like the death of dreams, the end of an innocent fantasy, a nasty shock to settle your feet and your flight. I might have less spacey cloud poems now so watch out for more shitty metaphors. So my family's been kinda scaring me, through the whole trip. Im wearing an Emily shirt. This morning in the hotel room, Dad was like, "Alanna. You look good in that. You should wear red more often." and i went "O_O;;;;;;;;;;;;;...................... " and i keep somehow becoming 'cute' and a few minutes ago my mom spilled water on herself because i was "funny" doing nothing more than opening this pepsi in my little lana way. which is not a very special cool way. And now my Dad has lost his glasses. The other day we had this conversation in the Italian restaurant about how old they are. Mom: HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THOSE?!?!?! Dad: a decade or so........ so the other day (forever ago in Memphis) i was messing with them and the little nose pads nearly came off. theyre ancient and green and decaying and everything wiggles in ways they shouldnt. Now Morgan is trying to tell me that my airplane pretzels (theyre called snaps isnt that funny) are mustard pretzels and I am becoming horrified. All my batteries are dead and I think Dad threw away the good ones back at the hotel. Crappy, eh? Morgan and I shared my headphones, listening to about 3 songs before they died. So now at random internvals we put them back on and listen to 40 seconds of any random song. Thank god i only brought 12 CDs in one little black case. Ive hardly had time for them and havent listend to a single one. Ive been to into Sleater-Kinney and my new ones.
People you obviously werent reached by my telepathic channels becuase here i am on the plane, writing away and coming back to you. Morgan is telling me she envies my bladder as I sip my pepsi and i boast on the fact that i just had a starbucks mocha frappacino in the airport as well and im talking about the queens of ireland and how they were great-bladdered women. We've been on the plane a good bit but we've only been in the air for about an hour or less. Less. Morgan's in the window seat which I had last time making the realization that when you fly through clouds its sort of like the death of dreams, the end of an innocent fantasy, a nasty shock to settle your feet and your flight. I might have less spacey cloud poems now so watch out for more shitty metaphors. So my family's been kinda scaring me, through the whole trip. Im wearing an Emily shirt. This morning in the hotel room, Dad was like, "Alanna. You look good in that. You should wear red more often." and i went "O_O;;;;;;;;;;;;;...................... " and i keep somehow becoming 'cute' and a few minutes ago my mom spilled water on herself because i was "funny" doing nothing more than opening this pepsi in my little lana way. which is not a very special cool way. And now my Dad has lost his glasses. The other day we had this conversation in the Italian restaurant about how old they are. Mom: HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD THOSE?!?!?! Dad: a decade or so........ so the other day (forever ago in Memphis) i was messing with them and the little nose pads nearly came off. theyre ancient and green and decaying and everything wiggles in ways they shouldnt. Now Morgan is trying to tell me that my airplane pretzels (theyre called snaps isnt that funny) are mustard pretzels and I am becoming horrified. All my batteries are dead and I think Dad threw away the good ones back at the hotel. Crappy, eh? Morgan and I shared my headphones, listening to about 3 songs before they died. So now at random internvals we put them back on and listen to 40 seconds of any random song. Thank god i only brought 12 CDs in one little black case. Ive hardly had time for them and havent listend to a single one. Ive been to into Sleater-Kinney and my new ones.
Day Five, Entry Twentynine
Thinking about how many librarians are here is amazing. You know, though, its more amazing that so many of them DONT come. Like, for instance, Mom and Dad are like representatives for the entire Memphis Shelby County library system. BLOWS YER MIND, EH?! And I also didnt know that the number of nonlibrarian adults were here as well. And that always gets me thinking about a few cool people (insert mass coughing) who've said theyd like to come to ALA just for the books, not the travel. My parents love to take us sightseeing and the things i like about a city are the people!!! i dotn say that while being dragged over the mountainous san francisco sidewalks unfortuneately. There seem to be more things I need to talk about. I forgot everything I thinkt about while i walk and stand on the escalator and wait in book lines. Im not good at writing inconspicuously. Maybe I'll remember some on the plane tomorrow? You should hope not.
Thinking about how many librarians are here is amazing. You know, though, its more amazing that so many of them DONT come. Like, for instance, Mom and Dad are like representatives for the entire Memphis Shelby County library system. BLOWS YER MIND, EH?! And I also didnt know that the number of nonlibrarian adults were here as well. And that always gets me thinking about a few cool people (insert mass coughing) who've said theyd like to come to ALA just for the books, not the travel. My parents love to take us sightseeing and the things i like about a city are the people!!! i dotn say that while being dragged over the mountainous san francisco sidewalks unfortuneately. There seem to be more things I need to talk about. I forgot everything I thinkt about while i walk and stand on the escalator and wait in book lines. Im not good at writing inconspicuously. Maybe I'll remember some on the plane tomorrow? You should hope not.
Day Five, Entry Twentyeight
Woah I havent written at all today! And its freaking 10:20pm already. OK Im trying to remember what we did today. firstly, we woke up an hour later than usual. at the exhibits we rushed around and tried to demand books of people. i DID get a Death book and the galley of Echo by Francesca Lia Block. THE ONLY ONE!! Diamond people remained whores and wouldnt let me have a damn thing. Except another JLA button pin thingie. After we came back to the hotel we went back to North Beach to XOX Truffles where mom went chocolate crazy and bought a lot of trufflies. Shes only let us eat the two free ones that came with it and we all had to share those. I did not get very much. But it was blissful bitter and caramel all at once and I loved it. Then we had lunch there (North Beach, not truffle place.) and got on the bus to the Golden Gate Bridge. We walked to the first pole or whatever and walked back. It was very windy and very cold. Brittany, your jacket was not sufficient. Have I talked about how fucking cold it is here? Much too cold for summer. Mark Twain said something along the lines of "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco." i think it has to do with being southern. Afterwards we decided to go to the (pronounced hate->) Haight-Ashbury district which is like where hippies originated. We waited so fucking long for the bus, though, that we didnt have time. So we just drove through it and I had to sit next to three old men today! One was an old odd little Chinese guy who was very nice to give me a seat. The next guy kept muttering stuff under his breath and speaking randomly and asking shit and looking at me as I watched the landscape (i.e. stores) flashing by. And there was a guy with a massive coat and sunglasses and headphones and at first i thought he was blind until his friend (also in headphones and a huge coat) communicated with him through a hand signal. Then I thought he was deaf but I heard music and his headphones and then i figured he was just weird. then we watched Chocolat in the hotel room which was quite good.
Woah I havent written at all today! And its freaking 10:20pm already. OK Im trying to remember what we did today. firstly, we woke up an hour later than usual. at the exhibits we rushed around and tried to demand books of people. i DID get a Death book and the galley of Echo by Francesca Lia Block. THE ONLY ONE!! Diamond people remained whores and wouldnt let me have a damn thing. Except another JLA button pin thingie. After we came back to the hotel we went back to North Beach to XOX Truffles where mom went chocolate crazy and bought a lot of trufflies. Shes only let us eat the two free ones that came with it and we all had to share those. I did not get very much. But it was blissful bitter and caramel all at once and I loved it. Then we had lunch there (North Beach, not truffle place.) and got on the bus to the Golden Gate Bridge. We walked to the first pole or whatever and walked back. It was very windy and very cold. Brittany, your jacket was not sufficient. Have I talked about how fucking cold it is here? Much too cold for summer. Mark Twain said something along the lines of "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco." i think it has to do with being southern. Afterwards we decided to go to the (pronounced hate->) Haight-Ashbury district which is like where hippies originated. We waited so fucking long for the bus, though, that we didnt have time. So we just drove through it and I had to sit next to three old men today! One was an old odd little Chinese guy who was very nice to give me a seat. The next guy kept muttering stuff under his breath and speaking randomly and asking shit and looking at me as I watched the landscape (i.e. stores) flashing by. And there was a guy with a massive coat and sunglasses and headphones and at first i thought he was blind until his friend (also in headphones and a huge coat) communicated with him through a hand signal. Then I thought he was deaf but I heard music and his headphones and then i figured he was just weird. then we watched Chocolat in the hotel room which was quite good.
Day Four, Entry Twentyseven
when we got back to the hotel we looked everywhere everywhere for my glasses which were found (after a two-hour nap and 30 minutes of looking) in MORGAN'S SUITCASE. Seriously. I mean what the hell is that. Of all the god-ridden places. Oh well. So then we went to uh.... North Beach which is a lot like San Francisco's own Little Italy. We went to a really cool bookstore called City Lights. The YA section was pretty puny, nothing I hadnt seen. A huge selection of books on homosexuality of course. And the whole third floor was poetry so I looked at some pretty wicked stuff. Then we walked round and round and finally found a place to eat on a street called Beach Blanket Babylon Boulevard. A very funny street. And I saw so many homeless people including this man playing Italian violin music under a street lamp. After that we tried to find coffee or truffles or any other kind of chocolate, basically, but it had been a late dinner for a Monday night and everything was closed. We took the bus back to the hotel. Dad had promised to take me to the internet cafe at the convention center which allows ALA members to go online and stuff. It had been advertised to be open 24 hours a day but when we got there, (as Dad put it) the internet cafe may have been open, but he convention center wasnt. So my one chance for online freedom ws blown away and I have to wait another 1.5 days. Im almost done with my Changeover book (yes I know I read slowly) its quite good though and i dont really have a lot of time anyway. morgan loves the book she's reading. its called 'flipped' and she had an epiphany, apparently, or what she calls a "Eureka Moment" ive listened to Juliana Hatfield, Nina Hynes, half of Sleater-Kinney, and currently Fisher. Its good as well but the version of "My Life" I had downloaded is different from the album one. for some reason the Nina Hynes and my book keep triggering thoughts of Nick. I actually for some reason remembered some thing i told him once and his hilarious reaction and i laughed right in the middle of my book. and its quite a serious book. i think i scared my parents.
when we got back to the hotel we looked everywhere everywhere for my glasses which were found (after a two-hour nap and 30 minutes of looking) in MORGAN'S SUITCASE. Seriously. I mean what the hell is that. Of all the god-ridden places. Oh well. So then we went to uh.... North Beach which is a lot like San Francisco's own Little Italy. We went to a really cool bookstore called City Lights. The YA section was pretty puny, nothing I hadnt seen. A huge selection of books on homosexuality of course. And the whole third floor was poetry so I looked at some pretty wicked stuff. Then we walked round and round and finally found a place to eat on a street called Beach Blanket Babylon Boulevard. A very funny street. And I saw so many homeless people including this man playing Italian violin music under a street lamp. After that we tried to find coffee or truffles or any other kind of chocolate, basically, but it had been a late dinner for a Monday night and everything was closed. We took the bus back to the hotel. Dad had promised to take me to the internet cafe at the convention center which allows ALA members to go online and stuff. It had been advertised to be open 24 hours a day but when we got there, (as Dad put it) the internet cafe may have been open, but he convention center wasnt. So my one chance for online freedom ws blown away and I have to wait another 1.5 days. Im almost done with my Changeover book (yes I know I read slowly) its quite good though and i dont really have a lot of time anyway. morgan loves the book she's reading. its called 'flipped' and she had an epiphany, apparently, or what she calls a "Eureka Moment" ive listened to Juliana Hatfield, Nina Hynes, half of Sleater-Kinney, and currently Fisher. Its good as well but the version of "My Life" I had downloaded is different from the album one. for some reason the Nina Hynes and my book keep triggering thoughts of Nick. I actually for some reason remembered some thing i told him once and his hilarious reaction and i laughed right in the middle of my book. and its quite a serious book. i think i scared my parents.
Day Four, Entry Twentythree
After a lunch of french fries and a vanilla milkshake at Mo's we went to (guess) the Metreon! Surprise, surprise. We finally bought three Emily shirts between us after a hard decision-making process. I was very hot in my long sleeves and am now wearing one. Oh and also we found this really cool lady's booth finally at ALA (ive bought her stuff three years in a row now), Carolyn Forsman. i got a necklace *its black with little colorful beadie flowers* and two rubber band braclets. one says 'goddess' and one says 'dreamer' theyre supposed to boost my esteem and be all moralicness while i write, edit, type, (or the rare) compose poetry. Hahaha yeah right.
After a lunch of french fries and a vanilla milkshake at Mo's we went to (guess) the Metreon! Surprise, surprise. We finally bought three Emily shirts between us after a hard decision-making process. I was very hot in my long sleeves and am now wearing one. Oh and also we found this really cool lady's booth finally at ALA (ive bought her stuff three years in a row now), Carolyn Forsman. i got a necklace *its black with little colorful beadie flowers* and two rubber band braclets. one says 'goddess' and one says 'dreamer' theyre supposed to boost my esteem and be all moralicness while i write, edit, type, (or the rare) compose poetry. Hahaha yeah right.
Day Four, Entry Twentytwo
MY GLASSES LOST ME AND I CANT SEE A GODDAMN THING AND IM DEVELOPINGA HEADACHE. We were just at Darkhorse Comics and they also run TokoyoPop and the lady was really nice and she gave us some free books and theyre like the ONE comics place actually selling. even though the Clover is being held for someone so i cant get it. *pout pout*
MY GLASSES LOST ME AND I CANT SEE A GODDAMN THING AND IM DEVELOPINGA HEADACHE. We were just at Darkhorse Comics and they also run TokoyoPop and the lady was really nice and she gave us some free books and theyre like the ONE comics place actually selling. even though the Clover is being held for someone so i cant get it. *pout pout*
Day Three, Entry Eighteen
We went on a rickety cable car up/downhill ride with some... oh say... college guys who really pissed me off. And the line to get on that thing was extremely long. So we ate some seafood shit in Fisherman's Wharf and watched this guy (he was probably homeless) sit behind a fake bush on the edge of the sidewalk next to the dock and attack passersby with fake branches. THe people at the restaurant call him George (Bush, get it? hahahahaaaaa) and they said he's been at it for 29 YEARS!!!! Afterwards, we hung out at Ghiradelli (yes the chocolate) Square and looked in some cool stores and I ACTUALLY DIDNT BUY A THING!! arent you proud. Oh wait, nevermind. I bought some Chinese cat earrings at a street booth on the way. And then Dad bought me some really good chocolate ice drink while Morgan and Mom bought hilarious ridiculous hats and sunglasses and I froze to death. We took a street car (a bus that was on a little wire) back to near our hotel where I reminded Dad of the two artists I had forgotten to look for at Virgin the night before, and we all scuttled in there. I bought Nina Hynes (Creation) for $12.99 as well, but didnt discover till afterwards that there were only 6 songs (and a bonus track) The guy behind the counter with the odd red hair and the ankhs all over his suit dropped my cd and the case broke, as we discovered later. The bastard. However, I convinced Morgan to buy Fisher (True North). And I was very disappointed that they had no Bikini Kill because I like fucking. Then Mom, Morgan, and I looked at more Emily merchandise while Dad paid for everything and we left and he discovered he had LEFT HIS WALLENT IN THE FREAKING BUILDING. ...............I was not amused. And neither was Miss Viola Swamp. Luckily, he had only left it on the counter and Security had it. When we finally got back to the hotel, we left almost immediately (3.5 Juliana Hatfield songs later) to go see a movie. We went back to the Metreon, which is like 2 blocks away and right next to the convention center, a park thingie, and a Dr. Martin Luther King Jr memorial monument thingie. (its very pretty. there's a waterfall.) So we saw Shrek which was humorous (based on a William Steig book, you know) and then we lost Morgan when she went to the wrong bathroom afterwards. Its really fairly cold here at night and I wore Brittany's star jacket while we walked back. Did you know there's a lot of homeless people? Maybe I'm never in the right part of Memphis to see them, I mean, I know they leave under freeways and stuff and you see their beer bottles lying there near the Summer exit to Nashville (on the way to Gwood) but there're more here, it seems like. Or my eyes are open. Earlier I asked Dad what his favorite city was. He apparently couldnt choose and his top three were 1) San Francisco (of all god-ridden things) 2) London (sweet) and 3) NYC! (always cool) Mom's first two were the same but she switched New Orleans (nice town) for NY ( =( ) because she likes 'the feel' better. She said she's not spent enough time in Chicago to know, which is of course my favorite. AAHH ALL THE LIGHTS ARE gone and I can hardly see my pen ill try to find a computer tomorrow and blog at you poor deprived lunatics.
We went on a rickety cable car up/downhill ride with some... oh say... college guys who really pissed me off. And the line to get on that thing was extremely long. So we ate some seafood shit in Fisherman's Wharf and watched this guy (he was probably homeless) sit behind a fake bush on the edge of the sidewalk next to the dock and attack passersby with fake branches. THe people at the restaurant call him George (Bush, get it? hahahahaaaaa) and they said he's been at it for 29 YEARS!!!! Afterwards, we hung out at Ghiradelli (yes the chocolate) Square and looked in some cool stores and I ACTUALLY DIDNT BUY A THING!! arent you proud. Oh wait, nevermind. I bought some Chinese cat earrings at a street booth on the way. And then Dad bought me some really good chocolate ice drink while Morgan and Mom bought hilarious ridiculous hats and sunglasses and I froze to death. We took a street car (a bus that was on a little wire) back to near our hotel where I reminded Dad of the two artists I had forgotten to look for at Virgin the night before, and we all scuttled in there. I bought Nina Hynes (Creation) for $12.99 as well, but didnt discover till afterwards that there were only 6 songs (and a bonus track) The guy behind the counter with the odd red hair and the ankhs all over his suit dropped my cd and the case broke, as we discovered later. The bastard. However, I convinced Morgan to buy Fisher (True North). And I was very disappointed that they had no Bikini Kill because I like fucking. Then Mom, Morgan, and I looked at more Emily merchandise while Dad paid for everything and we left and he discovered he had LEFT HIS WALLENT IN THE FREAKING BUILDING. ...............I was not amused. And neither was Miss Viola Swamp. Luckily, he had only left it on the counter and Security had it. When we finally got back to the hotel, we left almost immediately (3.5 Juliana Hatfield songs later) to go see a movie. We went back to the Metreon, which is like 2 blocks away and right next to the convention center, a park thingie, and a Dr. Martin Luther King Jr memorial monument thingie. (its very pretty. there's a waterfall.) So we saw Shrek which was humorous (based on a William Steig book, you know) and then we lost Morgan when she went to the wrong bathroom afterwards. Its really fairly cold here at night and I wore Brittany's star jacket while we walked back. Did you know there's a lot of homeless people? Maybe I'm never in the right part of Memphis to see them, I mean, I know they leave under freeways and stuff and you see their beer bottles lying there near the Summer exit to Nashville (on the way to Gwood) but there're more here, it seems like. Or my eyes are open. Earlier I asked Dad what his favorite city was. He apparently couldnt choose and his top three were 1) San Francisco (of all god-ridden things) 2) London (sweet) and 3) NYC! (always cool) Mom's first two were the same but she switched New Orleans (nice town) for NY ( =( ) because she likes 'the feel' better. She said she's not spent enough time in Chicago to know, which is of course my favorite. AAHH ALL THE LIGHTS ARE gone and I can hardly see my pen ill try to find a computer tomorrow and blog at you poor deprived lunatics.
Day Three, Entry Sixteen
We bought a book I'd read about right as the author was coming to sign. Richard Peck as well as this woman (oh im terrible i cant even remember her name... sonya sones i think?) both asked me if i wrote. (theyre both Young Adult writers) to her i answered a nervous wishywashy "yeah..........." she asked me that meant and did an imitation. mom said that i write but never show anyone. and i was thinking about DOY and the lost poems which i found in my kitchen after several weeks. and ms. sones wrote in this lovely neat little handwriting "And to Alanna- who writes in secret.... shh!" and signed her name. those are always my favorite messages. the personal ones from the authors with the tiny lines. *she didnt actually have a line* i cant wait to read her book. its done in poetry form as well.
We bought a book I'd read about right as the author was coming to sign. Richard Peck as well as this woman (oh im terrible i cant even remember her name... sonya sones i think?) both asked me if i wrote. (theyre both Young Adult writers) to her i answered a nervous wishywashy "yeah..........." she asked me that meant and did an imitation. mom said that i write but never show anyone. and i was thinking about DOY and the lost poems which i found in my kitchen after several weeks. and ms. sones wrote in this lovely neat little handwriting "And to Alanna- who writes in secret.... shh!" and signed her name. those are always my favorite messages. the personal ones from the authors with the tiny lines. *she didnt actually have a line* i cant wait to read her book. its done in poetry form as well.
Day Three, Entry Fourteen
Last night after the convention, we went back to the hotel (fairly early, actually) before we went to Chinatown and had dinner. And I saw Jerel, with his hair and shirt. I got sweet and sour chicken and my fortune told me to "Listen attentively. You will come out on top" or some crap. In bed. Then my family left me before I was done and I had to chase them for two blocks madly running through the crowds. or walking briskly. for two feet anyway. Then we walked downhill for a forever and Mom and Morgan went back to the hotel. Dad and I went to the Virgin Megastore and I waddled around carrying about 12 CDs. I only bought 3. =( And I didnt even remember to look for a couple of things I'd really wanted but Dad said we'd go to another music store as well. I bought:
another Sleater-Kinney album (The Hot Rock)
another Juliana Hatfield album (Become What You Are)
and the debut Shea Seger album (May St. Project)
all for $12.99 each. And I almost bought Pj Harvey and Ani DiFranco and uh.. some other things? It was really late, it seems. Then we got back to the hotel to discover that Mom had just gone to bed and that Morgan was very hyper having consumed a good many chocolate chunk cookies. I havent gotten a chance to actually listen to any of the CDs but we're at the convention center again waiting for Dad to come back from his meeting so that we can go to lunch. Mom is talking to someone she used to work with about.... chickens? Apparently so. So today's been good. We met the guy who writes the Green Lantern comics and I had a bagel w/cream cheese and a bottle of Starbucks Mocha Frappacino for breakfast. Then we hung out at Scholastic a while and did some more signings. I cant remember what publisher Amelia Atwater-Rhodes is on but I havent seen any of her stuff yet and shes not coming to sign. But GARTH NIX is coming and I CANT WAIT. he's probably (definitely) the best person here. im seeing more kids this year, kinda like they dont have a daycare this year. and i see quite a few people who look like 'natives' wearing 'Exhibits Only' badges so i guess some non-librarians come but you can tell theyre not hardcore. Mmom says we're not hanging at the convention this afternoon and she wants to take us sight-seeing to Fisherman's Wharf or something. But I like the convention best. And, as always, people give us free stuff just because of our age and eagerness.
Last night after the convention, we went back to the hotel (fairly early, actually) before we went to Chinatown and had dinner. And I saw Jerel, with his hair and shirt. I got sweet and sour chicken and my fortune told me to "Listen attentively. You will come out on top" or some crap. In bed. Then my family left me before I was done and I had to chase them for two blocks madly running through the crowds. or walking briskly. for two feet anyway. Then we walked downhill for a forever and Mom and Morgan went back to the hotel. Dad and I went to the Virgin Megastore and I waddled around carrying about 12 CDs. I only bought 3. =( And I didnt even remember to look for a couple of things I'd really wanted but Dad said we'd go to another music store as well. I bought:
another Sleater-Kinney album (The Hot Rock)
another Juliana Hatfield album (Become What You Are)
and the debut Shea Seger album (May St. Project)
all for $12.99 each. And I almost bought Pj Harvey and Ani DiFranco and uh.. some other things? It was really late, it seems. Then we got back to the hotel to discover that Mom had just gone to bed and that Morgan was very hyper having consumed a good many chocolate chunk cookies. I havent gotten a chance to actually listen to any of the CDs but we're at the convention center again waiting for Dad to come back from his meeting so that we can go to lunch. Mom is talking to someone she used to work with about.... chickens? Apparently so. So today's been good. We met the guy who writes the Green Lantern comics and I had a bagel w/cream cheese and a bottle of Starbucks Mocha Frappacino for breakfast. Then we hung out at Scholastic a while and did some more signings. I cant remember what publisher Amelia Atwater-Rhodes is on but I havent seen any of her stuff yet and shes not coming to sign. But GARTH NIX is coming and I CANT WAIT. he's probably (definitely) the best person here. im seeing more kids this year, kinda like they dont have a daycare this year. and i see quite a few people who look like 'natives' wearing 'Exhibits Only' badges so i guess some non-librarians come but you can tell theyre not hardcore. Mmom says we're not hanging at the convention this afternoon and she wants to take us sight-seeing to Fisherman's Wharf or something. But I like the convention best. And, as always, people give us free stuff just because of our age and eagerness.
Day Two, Entry Thirteen
I just tried to wish on an eyelash that ************ (if you tell a wish, even if you didnt get to actually wish it, it wont come true) It blew away before i could though. Disappeared. That's not a very good sign, now is it? It represents never having the chance, the loss of opportunity, arriving too late.......
Or it means that its sure to happen and I dont need to waste a perfectly good eyelash on it.
I just tried to wish on an eyelash that ************ (if you tell a wish, even if you didnt get to actually wish it, it wont come true) It blew away before i could though. Disappeared. That's not a very good sign, now is it? It represents never having the chance, the loss of opportunity, arriving too late.......
Or it means that its sure to happen and I dont need to waste a perfectly good eyelash on it.
Day Two, Entry Twelve
There's something about San Francisco that I don't like as much as Chicago. (or Memphis for that matter) That city was full of well..... more rebellish independents. Here, I see a lot of Asians, beachy tan Californians (there's something about them i cant put a finger on but i dont like it) and librarians (well they were in Chicago too. I couldnt think of a third thing) But, as a city, I like Chicago more. I think im really into the PEOPLE and observing them where I go because I base my rating of the city on who lives there but even though its probably judgemental (which it seems i usually am) a city is only what its citizens make it...... right?
There's something about San Francisco that I don't like as much as Chicago. (or Memphis for that matter) That city was full of well..... more rebellish independents. Here, I see a lot of Asians, beachy tan Californians (there's something about them i cant put a finger on but i dont like it) and librarians (well they were in Chicago too. I couldnt think of a third thing) But, as a city, I like Chicago more. I think im really into the PEOPLE and observing them where I go because I base my rating of the city on who lives there but even though its probably judgemental (which it seems i usually am) a city is only what its citizens make it...... right?
Day Two, Entry Nine
Mom is in a meeting right now. ive been picking up postcards so that i can write to everyone (as if) and im having a great time getting lots of free stuff. i met the author and illustrator of such as classics as the Stinky Cheese Man which im sure youve all read. One woman at the Tor/Forge booth, which is a teeny company, gave us loads of free books. Its always the teeny companies. At Harper-Collins we saw the proof of a new Suza Scalora faerie photos book (!!!) and a new Francesca Lia Block. They werent giving them away and theyre not selling yet, but when you come back on the last day they'll sell them to you cheap. Most everybody does that. Except Poets House. Except Diamond, these comic people, who produce a lot of graphic novels and comic collections. And some manga as well. All very cool. But they suck and i couldnt beg anything off them. I intend to go back to DC (comics) on Tuesday and demand the Death books ((Sandman)) with their Tori Amos introduction blissage thingies. They did give me Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and JLA pin button thingies though. And a shirt. We had lunch at Sony's Metreon which is a mall-type place where the Wild Things exhibit was. I'm having a great time so far except that Morgan insnt built for this, really, and she's already complaining about the walking. And we watched Save the Last Dance last night on the hotel tv. I miss you guys desperately and the worst part about all this is sight-seeing.
Mom is in a meeting right now. ive been picking up postcards so that i can write to everyone (as if) and im having a great time getting lots of free stuff. i met the author and illustrator of such as classics as the Stinky Cheese Man which im sure youve all read. One woman at the Tor/Forge booth, which is a teeny company, gave us loads of free books. Its always the teeny companies. At Harper-Collins we saw the proof of a new Suza Scalora faerie photos book (!!!) and a new Francesca Lia Block. They werent giving them away and theyre not selling yet, but when you come back on the last day they'll sell them to you cheap. Most everybody does that. Except Poets House. Except Diamond, these comic people, who produce a lot of graphic novels and comic collections. And some manga as well. All very cool. But they suck and i couldnt beg anything off them. I intend to go back to DC (comics) on Tuesday and demand the Death books ((Sandman)) with their Tori Amos introduction blissage thingies. They did give me Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and JLA pin button thingies though. And a shirt. We had lunch at Sony's Metreon which is a mall-type place where the Wild Things exhibit was. I'm having a great time so far except that Morgan insnt built for this, really, and she's already complaining about the walking. And we watched Save the Last Dance last night on the hotel tv. I miss you guys desperately and the worst part about all this is sight-seeing.
Day One, Entry Seven
i got my happy thingie from the ALA people but we havent done anything library-related yet. i did buy a Peach Girl manga and a Wild Things shirt at the Metreon, though.
i got my happy thingie from the ALA people but we havent done anything library-related yet. i did buy a Peach Girl manga and a Wild Things shirt at the Metreon, though.
Day One, Entry Six
in this 'where the wild things are' exhibit at the metreon, feeling so young surrounded by by kinds, having a GREAT time, wanted to write.
in this 'where the wild things are' exhibit at the metreon, feeling so young surrounded by by kinds, having a GREAT time, wanted to write.
Wednesday, June 20, 2001
Day One, Entry One
so after the plane we rode in some smelly freaky-assed white taxi, listening to the radio's foreign songs and some guy talking about Allah. Our driver like didnt say anything and mom talked my ear off the whole time. i looked at houses built sideways slanted on a hill and graffiti and 'public art' as my mom called it.
so after the plane we rode in some smelly freaky-assed white taxi, listening to the radio's foreign songs and some guy talking about Allah. Our driver like didnt say anything and mom talked my ear off the whole time. i looked at houses built sideways slanted on a hill and graffiti and 'public art' as my mom called it.
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