Consumerist miscellany

Best thing about being home from WisCon? It has officially been two years since my last pair of glasses, which means that my union will pay for me to get new ones! Somehow the price seems to come out to some scary number even after what the union throws in, because my prescription is strong enough that I don't want to do without thin/lightweight lenses, but it would be a scarier number without.

Since my current pair looks like it has at some point been run through a rock polisher, this is a Good Thing.

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I have now looked through an entire Kirkus and pronounced it "meh," which I think means that I am officially burnt out on YA. (...I realize the irony of saying this when at the WisCon dealer's room I was all, "Hey Beth look it's Tender Morsels! Hey look it's Half World! Heck yes you should buy Red Spikes!")

The cure for this tends to be some book with audacious prose that is going to sail right over my head, or else nonfiction, and thus I am very happy with my Zoo City and my Samuel Delany and my Joanna Russ and my Secret Feminist Cabal.

I try to read boredom as a good sign. It's that first stage of making something, that certainty that there is something else I need even if I have absolutely no idea what that is going to look like.

Having absolutely no idea is always the exciting part.