Notes from not-Salem

The Witching Hour made Yahoo! News this morning long enough for me to print the article and come back to find that the headline had disappeared. (Here it is from the Boston Globe website.) It's a surprisingly okay piece from the Associated Press, considering the tendency of journalists to poke fun at adult HP fans and events. It had the typical opening paragraph of "Potter fans descend on [name of city] to [wry phrasing of 'discuss the books']" followed by the list of three or four paper titles and the obligatory reference to costumes, and predictably neglected to put the conference in the context of those that have been held before, both here and internationally (other than HPEF's own Nimbus in 2003). But then he got into some statistics and quotes in the second half without adopting a condescending tone. Hooray!

( Thoughts on not attending the conference. )

One of the benefits of holding the conference in Salem is that they got Henry Jenkins to give a keynote speech. The article mentions a forthcoming book of his that sounds great: 'Converge Culture: Where Old and New Media Collide' (which may be mistitled; his CV calls it 'Convergence Culture: Where Old and New Media Intersect'). I'm wondering once again whether it's a good idea to solicit something from him for Distraction. He's quoted as saying that one of the exciting things about TWH was "the total fusion of fan and academic discussions [... in] a breaking down of the walls that hasn't occurred in many other places," so I'd like to think he'd be similarly enthused about our project.

Highlights of the non-Witchy weekend included apple picking and pie-making (and filling the ground floor with smoke, but that wasn't my fault), getting a penguin-shaped gourd and naming it Gordon Glutbutton, reattaching the gutter to our house in the pouring rain, picking up a Chinese evergreen a.k.a. aglaonema a.k.a. Leon's plant in The Professional for my poor empty cubicle shelves, getting up the skeletal Sebastian Roche site so the search engines can start indexing it while I finish filling the pages, washing ONE MILLION POUNDS of produce including the world's LARGEST HEAD OF BROCCOLI (honestly -- I stood by the sink holding it up and blinking at it, feeling like I'd shrunk or landed in a sci fi film), taking a stab at the MIT application, sending a fairly stupid email to my old thesis advisor asking for advice about getting a PhD in English, and seeing MirrorMask with synn and Wallace and Gromit and the Curse of the Were-Rabbit with my dad and sister.

W&G rocked. Beat out Corpse Bride and kept on runnin', and I'm not saying that just because it was fun to reimagine some scenes as occurring between Voldemort and Lupin instead of Quartermain (Ralph Fiennes, you see) and the were-rabbit. According to a family photo in the opening credits, Gromit went to Dogwarts University. You know you've poisoned your sister's mind with HP when she laughs at that joke, and when you mutter "Professor Lupin?" or "This is not you, Remus; this is not your heart - I'll make out with you if I have to!" when the were-rabbit starts to transform ... and also when she says, completely unsolicited, glancing at the sticky, littered movie theater floor, "Garden shears, Moony, GARDEN SHEARS." There were bunnies tumbling serenely in a vacuum and a man attacked with Pansy Spray; what more can you ask?

Oh yes, and Steve said I should quit my job and write a book, because "even the shittiest fantasy novels sell thousands of copies, and you can do better than shitty." What does it say about my life that that's a tempting idea?