To BEA or not to BEA

So I don’t know about you, but the big thing I did today was attend BookExpo America.

Yesterday evening, just before I left for the day, there were whispers that a few badges might be floating around the office. We don’t attend as an exhibitor (which I find a little weird, even with the Expo’s heavy focus on trade publishing), but when it’s in New York, we do sometimes put in an appearance. And sure enough, this morning there was a sign-up sheet for anyone interested in using one of three badges to attend. The BEA isn’t open to the public, and I’ve never been to it before, so I was really interested in getting a badge, even if I’d only get to use it for a couple of hours.

Almost no one else had signed up for any of the morning or early-afternoon slots — just one other person before me — so I had to track down one of the people who’d attended yesterday to get a badge. I’d taken the 11 am to 1 pm shift, so I decided to walk over to the Jacob Javits Center around 10:45. It was a little hot and muggy for that long a walk, maybe, but a cab ride’s expensive and the subway probably wouldn’t have saved me much time. (And I probably still would have had to walk. Our office isn’t right next to any subway stops.) And then I spent the next couple of hours just walking around the exhibit hall, picking up the occasional freebie and just taking it all in.

I’ve heard that this year’s Expo was a much diminished thing, smaller and shorter than in years past, but I can’t speak to that. The biggest convention I’ve ever been to (with the exception of a New York sf/comic con when I was much younger) in the American Psychological Association‘s, a couple of years ago in Washington, D.C. At the time, I thought that was pretty big, with the vast resources and constructions of drug companies on display. (Eli Lilly, for instance, had a Starbucks in their booth.) This wasn’t quite that extravagant, but it was significantly bigger and more impressive.

Then again, the last conference I attended as an exhibitor, it was just us and one other publisher, with tables outside the hotel’s meeting rooms.

I picked up some free stuff — a kazoo, a book light and pad, a T-shirt advertising Tom Clancy’s newest book, another different book about urban farming. And I saw a few people I recognized, like actress Bernadette Peters, skateboarder Tony Hawk, and publishers/editors Gavin Grant and Ellen Datlow. I also saw someone dressed up as Olivia the Pig. (Someone working for the publisher, that is. This isn’t ComicCon.) I kind of wish I’d picked up the courage to say hello, but that pig, man, she’s a rock star.

I met the next group around 1 pm, to hand over my badge, and then I walked back to the office. I grabbed a quick bite to eat for lunch — hot dogs from a street vendor, something I very rarely buy — and got back to the office just in time for the dullest information session I’ve ever attended. Several of us left, an hour and a half into it, when it became clear the session was just going to continue covering things we already knew, or didn’t need to know, and do so in the most drawn-out way imaginable. The person leading the session seemed nice enough, and it was useful enough information — the half we needed know, and already knew, that is — but I was definitely reminded why I’d originally planned on skipping the session altogether. It certainly wasn’t anywhere as much fun as the BookExpo.

Other than that, my father had another doctor’s appointment this evening — his eye troubles from awhile back might be worsening, unfortunately — so we ate out again at a local Thai place. The restaurant wasn’t remarkable — but was very slow — but my garlic shrimp were quite tasty. It seemed very much like a pale imitation of a Thai restaurant much closer to home, though I did quite like the tamarind candy they had instead of mints at the door.

Anyway, that was my day. I’m looking forward to Friday and another three-day weekend.

Wōdnesdæg, anyone?

Today was remarkably uneventful. It was quite hot, if that’s counts for anything, but the closest Wednesday came to differentiating itself from the rest of the week was when my parents and I went out to dinner at a local rib place. Not exactly rip-roaring excitement, that, but hey, what’re ya gonna do?

I’ve got a mullycrush on you

I’m almost disappointed that today went by so uneventfully, because I was kind of looking for an excuse to use today’s bit of “forgotten English” — mullycrushed, meaning “ruined beyond repair.”

But, alas, it was a pretty uneventful day, with no mullycrushing to be seen. We had a going-away party for one of our co-workers, a guy who sits in the cubicle directly next to mine but whom I never really speak to, except maybe to nod in passing. He’s always seemed nice enough, but we don’t really work together, just for connected groups. He’s going off to journalism school, so we had a small get-together with donuts and fruit and conversation that for some reason strayed to a recount of top YouTube videos and recent scandals involving the Duchess of York. At least, that’s what the older editors in attendance seemed to want to talk about. But hey, free food.

Other than that, just a typical Monday. Which, as luck would have it, is actually a Tuesday, due to some weird quirk in the space-time continuum called a “day off.” I’m a big fan of the four-day week.

Gales fully spanged

Time to spang my gales and write a quick recap of what did today on my day off. Except I spent the day doing mostly the same sort of thing I did all weekend, which is really nothing much. I watched last night’s Lost series finale first thing on my iPad. (I tried watching it on my laptop, but I wound up with a virus I had to clean up, and ABC’s player app is actually really good.) I don’t really have a lot more to say about it than the very little I said about it here. Except for the AV Club’s write-up, I’ve been pretty much avoiding reviews of the episode, preferring instead just to have enjoyed it. At some point, I think I’ll revisit the commentary, just as I plan at some point to revisit the series in its entirety, but for now, I’m just amazed the show is actually over. I don’t think I’m going to go into crazy withdrawal (thanks Betty), but I will miss the show. It really was like nothing else on television. (And the few shows, like FlashForward, that have tried to be like it have mostly only adopted the superficial elements. It was never about the mystery, but about the characters those mysteries happened to.)

Okay, maybe I had a little more to say about it. But, for now anyway, that’s it.

Other than that, I spent the day mostly just lounging about, reading some, trying to get caught up on Kaleidotrope slush submissions. I think I only have a couple of stories still hanging around since February, but those couple really do need to get read right away. I try to keep my response time down to a month or two if at all possible.

It’s back to work tomorrow, for a grueling four-day week.

They say it’s Sunday


Me, at around two or three years old.

How did I spend today? Well, I worked on the New York Times crossword and thoroughly failed to complete it, despite getting a couple of the themed answers. I joined friends for our weekly writing group, meeting again after a long hiatus. And I read a little. I still have off tomorrow, but it’s amazing how quickly this weekend flew by.