Anne (netmouse) wrote,

Another five words

Two people gave me five words with the Five words meme. The other one was shsilver. Here are his words and what they mean to me:

1) Neil Gaiman
2) Apples to Apples
3) Midfanzine
4) Dayton
5) Ann Arbor

  1. Neil Gaiman is a friend of mine. I first met him at Torcon when Cheryl Morgan (who knew him) and I borrowed his Hugo to pose with as we imagined winning one for Emerald City (which in fact we did, later, but that's another story). But I didn't really speak to him at the time, so I really truly met Neil as his Guest of Honor liaison at Penguicon 2.0. I was not previous to that a big fan of Neil's, and I'm not exactly a rabid fan of his work now - though I find much of it delightful, other of it is not to my taste or goes over my head much in the manner of the writing of Gene Wolfe, of whom Neil is, in turn, a big fan.

    I had heard of The Sandman comics but hadn't read them until my honeymoon in 2001, when Laura Hewitt sent them with us to Cozumel and they became a critical factor in the lying-around-recovering-from-the-sunburn-we-got-while-snorkeling phase of the week. Previous to that, I'd read Good Omens when the wolfpack loaned it around enthusiastically, which I think was shortly after it came out. But when I became Neil's liaison, like a good liaison, I went to read his work. Turned out there was too much of it to read between then and that Penguicon, but it also turned out Neil was a delight, and we got along really well, so by happenstance and inclination I helped him out at three more events that year, (and at the Nebulas the next spring thanks to shsilver himself, actually). I have kept picking up his books and stories, many of which I have read before they were published, because sometimes he honors me with beta reader duty, or asks me to favor him with a quick proof of something, so in this way and also through working for Subterranean Press I have beta read, copyedited or proofed drafts or editions of Sunbird, Anansi Boys, How to Talk to Girls at Parties, The newspaper/poster version of A Study in Emerald, some of Fragile Things (that was during Balticon; Neil almost never stops working on his writing, even during a con), Odd and The Frost Giants, Coraline, The Graveyard Book, and his story in Songs of the Dying Earth, plus little things like the Halloween piece he published a couple years ago and showed a few of us the weekend of Mike Ford's funeral, which was just before it went to press.

    In the meantime, Neil and I have become friends, and I have also gotten a little slice of fame through an essay I wrote that first year, called Notes on Neil-Handling. It has been convenient for Neil to refer other conrunners to that essay, and he has delightedly related to me how people in distant countries I've never been to say things like, "We're not sure we have exactly followed the instructions of Anne Murphy, but we have tried." Sometimes I meet people and find out they are fans of Neil, and mention the essay, and find out they have read it already. I also had fun and privilege of introducing him at the banquet at Mythcon.

    As a friend and assistant to Neil, I am sometimes privy to information about his private life that is not public, but I don't share it with other people any more than he does, so if you are looking for gossip I will likely disappoint you. But I have very much enjoyed meeting all of the people I have been lucky to meet through my association with him, including of course his other assistants, the Fabulous Lorraine and Cat Mihos -- they are both of them fabulous in truth. It will be good to see him at the upcoming Worldcon, Anticipation, where he is a Guest of Honor and I am his liaison to the con. It will also be a lot of work - Neil is currently a rock star in fandom, so assisting him involves crowd management, phrases like "and we're moving," press conferences, skill at procuring dinner reservations for suddenly larger groups of people or acquiring clothing accessories like cuff links and bow ties on short notice, and etc. But it's good work, and rewarding work, and I'm happy to do it. Because he's also a very nice person who works very, very hard, and he's also, well, Neil. Whose smile when he shares something that truly tickles him still manages to be shy, after all these years of all of us loving him.

  2. Apples to Apples

    Nothing compares to my first game of Apples to Apples, which was also the first time I met shsilver, and though we did not know each other found we were sufficiently on the same wavelength that I took every one of Steven's adjective cards, to the point where he drew one and turned to me to ask, "should I just give it to you now?"

    In some ways it is sad how few times since then Steven and I have met in person, but since he was and is happily married to a very nice person, I had to conclude a long time ago that that legendary Apples to Apples game was not in fact the Universe saying we were fated to be together romantically. Then again we have collaborated on a number of endeavors, and I dare say we shall again, so fate has at least thrown us together in the same bag. (of apples...? And made pie? Keith, I'm blaming you for this turn of mind.)

    Other memorable games include playing Apples to Apples with Carl Sagan's niece over at Mary's apartment and learning how much it bugged her when people misquoted her uncle as saying "billions and billions..."

    I believe the game is best played in smaller groups of people. Say, fewer than 8. Which is probably part of why my crate version of the game has gotten very little use.

  3. Midfanzine was and perhaps is the fanzine produced by Midwest Conventions, Inc, or MidFan. The group and the fanzine are about smoffing in the midwest, as was MidWest Construction, the con where I met Steven and Apples to Apples. I edited three editions of MidFanzine, which I will get up on eFanzines any year now. One includes an essay by Steven on "Fannish Apples to Apples" and some awesome illustrations of that by Kurt Erichsen. I'm trying to revive the group; we have a discussion list. Check it out.

    Through MidFanzine I had fun publishing artwork and articles and also one of my favorite poems by Laura Hewitt:


    You know that dream?

    You know, the science-fiction one. Where you have been given a bi-cornate uterus, and your ovaries stuffed with millions of redundant-data engineered unicellular genotypes, and eventually you will allow yourself to give birth, every month, to the hermaphroditic parents of two more species to colonize a terraformed planet, becoming the Supreme Justice of Clarke's law, a living ark of a new covenant, the Isis throne to the Osiris cycles of a new earth, Moses' cradle among the bulrushes? Where every cell your skin sheds will grow to be a new plant, a colony of microorganisms? You should be a little grossed out, but it all feels perfectly natural — perfectly wonderful, perfectly blissful. And you smile benignly, fat with life, floating among millions of spilled-salt, throbbing stars, and press your forehead against the viewport, reaching tender fingertips to that blue-white saltwater opal that calls you to your mutual destiny? And you know that, whenever you have that other dream from now on, that other dream where you haven't really graduated and can't find the final exam for the course you'd never been to even once that semester, you'll smile serenely at the principal and say, "I'm sorry I didn't learn what I came here to learn, but it's not what I need to know. Excuse me, I have a world to populate." And you look...

    You know that dream?

    The dream of anticipating cats?

    How do you have it again?

    How do you have it again?

  4. Dayton

    I haven't seen much of Dayton yet. I live half an hour away, in Yellow Springs. I've been downtown in Dayton four times for a) dinner in the Oregon District, b) dinner and a drag show, c) the gay pride parade, and d) dinner in the Oregon District (same place as a. The oregon district is not actually that big).

    There are good people in the area, though, and an amazing network of Rails to Trails biking trails. Soon I intend to check out the museums and the art institute.

  5. Ann Arbor

    I can speak at great length about how Ann Arbor is no longer the hippie down-to-earth small town with all the resources of a big city where I was privileged to be born and grow up attending alternative, student-centered schools and thus become one of that rare breed of person who can say "I liked high school" without having her nose grow metaphorically longer. It is yippified so that art galleries are more common than art and dance studios, the music scene is not what it was and Zingerman's is not what it was and Drakes Candy shop and restaurant is gone and downtown is gutted of many of the wonderful things like, well, drugstores and camera stores and department stores and a downtown McDonalds with stained glass windows and the Pan Tree restaurant (and then Denny's downtown, briefly) and Fantasy Attic Costumes and Ryder's Hobby Shop, and Borders died and came back in Zombie form (shudder) and Kerrytown is Upscale and no longer a place to make your own candles on the lower level, but Dawn Treader books still exists (now above ground!) as does the Michigan Theater and the Hands-on Museum and many things but not the Graceful Arches stage at the Art Fair nor Discount records, nor our once-proud record of having the most used book stores per capita of any town in the US.

    For the last 7 years of living there I drove around with my head half in a ghost shell of the city that was no longer there, and it hurt.

    So it was time to leave.

    But it's still a nice place to visit.

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