The panel was on SF/F and Suburbia, which I wasn't sure we could talk about interestingly for 75 minutes, but actually, there turns out to be quite a reasonable amount to say on the subject, and it might well reward a doctoral thesis, should someone be casting about for a topic. Not me, though!
Panel followed by quickly packing, quickly checking out, not quite quickly exchanging many hugs goodbye, in the way of convention lobbies on the last day of the convention. And then Jed took me to the airport, but first we made a flying meal out of meeting Nilofer at Ensarro for Ethiopian (my second-favorite cuisine) and I ate too much, per usual, so I ended up needing to let out the notch on my airplane seatbelt but it was totally worth it. Also, lovely to talk to her, even if only in a flying manner.
And then I actually flew home, which was uneventful; I mostly finished reading Diana Gabaldon's _Voyager_ and played a little of the iPad mini version of San Juan, which was entertaining-enough. Also a bit of writing. And now I'm home again home again, jiggity jig, and Kevin has managed to keep house and children in one piece, or rather, in their respective and appropriate pieces. And I love travel to bits, but it is also so good to be home.
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Mary-Anne. I’m working on an article on scifi and immigration theory and I am having a hard time finding sources. It occurred to me, you might know some. Any suggestions?
Sorry, not off the top of my head…