"The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts / And puts them back into his golden quiver"

[larryhammer]

This weekend is our local science fiction convention (40th year!) which promises to be a lot of fun. My current schedule:

Friday 8 Nov 5pm-5:50pm - Origami workshop ("learn how to fold origami" according to the official description)
Saturday 9 Nov 11am-11:50am - The dynamics of couples in adventure
Saturday 9 Nov 3pm-3:50pm - Don’t even tell them once (letting your audience figure it out for themselves)
Sunday 10 Nov 11am-11:50am - Vogon Poetry (very bad poetry round-robin)

If you're in the area, come on down. There's single-day passes, even. If you can't make it, here's some links to console yourself:

Moray eel feels pretty today. (via)

Bishônen W.B. Yeats, complete with bonus adorable chibis. rot13: Lrf, gung'f n puvov Znhq Tbaar. (via)

Timelapse from the Albuquerque balloon festival. (via)

---L.

Subject quote from "The Golden Legend," Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Comments

[larryhammer]

Vogon Poetry (not my name for it, but it does convey something to the audience) is usually fun. Especially late at night.

It's by Longfellow, a closet-drama called "The Golden Legend," based on a continental medieval tale of the same name. It has a lot of beautiful passages, but I've never managed to read all the way through it -- it's not very successful as a story.

---L.