Other than that fumble, I thought the panel went really well; we had some great contributions both from panelists and from the audience, and managed to touch on a host of interesting topics, including problematizing the term 'assimilation', giving some historical examples of interesting immigration conjunctions (I was fascinated by Ay-leen's description of the situation faced by Punjabi men, very young Mexican women, and land rights; need to look it up so I can use it in my classes), considering what constitutes 'worth' in an immigrant (or refugee) body, and discussing what additional duties, if any, immigrants 'owe' to their host nations. We didn't get to fiction at all, except for a very few examples at the end (so, clearly, we should have had a second panel immediately following when we could just talk about fiction), but we did mention Shaun Tan's amazing graphic text, The Arrival.
Other than that, it's mostly just been good food, good friends, good fun. Laotian lunch at Ventienne Palace, where I discovered that I actually like the bean thread noodles even better than the spicy plate. POC dinner here at the hotel, and can I say that it was just astonishing to see 55 people in that room, and know that there are quite a few more POC at this convention that didn't even bother to come to the dinner. That's great! From the early days when there were six of us (Nalo, Victor, Ian, Diantha, M.J., me) out of a crowd of a thousand, I think we may actually be close to one in ten at WisCon now. It really changes the feel of the convention, and I think in a good way. Of course, I would think that. :-)
After dinner, some lovely hanging with Jessie and Jed in the lounge, and then it was all karaoke all the time. I had a blast dancing, which reminds me that I wish I knew a good way to incorporate more dancing into my life. I don't really think I'm at the life stage for going out to night clubs anymore -- none of my friends do that in Chicago. And house parties tend to be more dinner parties and kid things right now. But I do love shaking my booty in a totally incompetent way. I can't really dance, but what I do, I do with enthusiasm. :-) Which I suppose also applies to my rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart, accompanied by many very dramatic back-up singers and by Ben, who also throws himself (and his whole body) into everything he does. The crowd went wild, because really, when faced with Benjamin flinging himself about in a fine, mad frenzy, how could you not?
I collapsed, exhausted, after midnight, and woke up at 6. I have a packed day, so I suspect no nap, so tonight may be a bit painful. But, y'know, it's WisCon. Even with a little pain, it's all good.