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catsittingstillHa—I knew someone here could help me! Thanks Almeda, Kitzani and Occams_pyramid for assistance with posting without causing my friends f-lists to go up in flames.
I went to OVFF last weekend. It was great! Short version: Pegasus Concert—wow! Judi Miller –squee! Much good music, too little sleep, wrote song, received mimmoth, mind starts to blur…
The Pegasus Concert knocked my socks off. Thanks Erica! When bedlamhouse stood up after the Torch Song category and said something like “I can’t make up my mind; can we hear that category again?” I was hoping Erica would say “yes.” I’m honored that “No Quarter” was nominated, but it was, well, probably the weakest member of its category. My arrangement of it went just fine (aside from the occasional muffed chord, but nobody let on that they noticed). My poor uncalloused fingers are beginning to recover (I’d set the mando aside for months on account of a pinched nerve in my neck. Something about wearing the mando makes my hand start tingling.)
Judi signed for the whole Pegasus concert and for many of the concerts on Saturday. I’m starting to understand whole lines as she signs them. To the point where, when she mis-hears the lyrics, I can sometimes tell what she thought she heard. I have a hard time understanding because living ASL is much more variable and makes much more use of signing in space than the ASL one sees in books, but I am starting to get the hang of it a little bit. I’m very psyched about that and want more practice.
Also Friday night I got a few minutes to speak with Judi about a lullaby that I wrote at FilkOntario to sing and sign simultaneously that I never got a chance to do for her there. She was very helpful both with tweaking the sign language for better intelligibility and with alternate signs that can be made with one hand so I can keep holding the imaginary baby. She showed me the cutest translation for “my love”--instead of signing “my” (flat hand, palm in, on chest) and love (crossed fists, palms in, on chest (as if clutching something precious to one’s heart)), she suggested a one handed sign with the fingertips of the flat hand touching the chin, dropping to a closed fist (S hand), palm in, over the heart, which is precisely the kind of thing one would use to a little baby in one’s passive arm. I need to practice the changes, but I think they really improve the song.
I staggered off to bed after that.
Saturday there were concerts and I made it to part of one workshop, with boomwhackers. Boomwhackers have potential. Had to leave early to get to a concert. Don’t remember if I got there or not. Somehow I always end up wishing I could have gone to more stuff, but now it all blurs together in my mind. They were great—and once I review what’s in my mp3 recorder, I’ll remember what happened J
I took a new song to the con that I don’t think I’ve posted yet. I’ll include the lyrics here:
Patience isn’t Tame
By Cat Faber
Patience is my new canoe; she dances o'er the foam.
In truth, she is the swiftest thing I've ever paddled home
She's strong and fair and spirited: for all adventures game.
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
Patience isn't tame, my lads,
Thank you all the same, my lads!
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
With bungees in the thwarts to hold my coat when it might rain,
And tie-downs in the bilges floating luggage to retain
She's perfect in most every way, except one minor claim:
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
A trout, a gull, a thoroughbred, she's long and lean and sleek
Unsuited to the faint of heart whose swimming skills are weak
If you come home sopping wet you've got yourself to blame;
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
Handle her respectfully; beware her boatish wrath;
One wrong move and she'll decide it's time you had a bath!
Other boats are couch potatoes; she's a spunky dame.
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
It got a good response from the folks at the con—they laughed at the right places (though the song really should have included more pause between lyrics to let people laugh and still hear the song—I’ve noticed that when laughing means missing part of the lyric even the most appreciative audience will muffle their laughter. And dang it, I’m working for that laugh; I want to hear it. I need to take that into consideration more in the future), and clapped afterwards.
The Pegasus Banquet had pretty good food, but no dessert. Perhaps it’s just as well for my weight that there was no dessert, as my self-control drops when I don’t get enough sleep. I started a new song at the banquet, before the winners were announced, which turned out to be most fortunate later.
I was very pleased when Judi Miller won Best Performer (because she’s just generally cool, and because I think she has enlarged our ideas of what a filk performance can be) and again when “Girl That’s Never Been” won Best Filk Song (not that any of the other categories had unsatisfying entries or wins, but Vixy and Judy make me go squee).
After the banquet, I frantically struggled to finish my new song, pulled out a preliminary version in the Saturday circle (I ended up in a small circle in Metro; I like smaller circles better generally, and when I wandered over to check the other circle on a potty break, there were cool people there like Mary Crowell and Vixy and Tony, but they were packed in three deep and I just didn’t have the energy to deal), where I taught people the chorus and swore them to secrecy. I got to hear Peteralway at that circle, and another woman with a mando, whose name I forget but whose music I will remember, and more good performances that have slithered out of the steel trap of my memory (it catches only one thing—but that thing stays caught). I tire easily and left for bed about 1:30 a.m. I probably missed something neat. Indeed, that’s a fear that follows me around cons—that I’m missing something neat.
I cornered Quadrivium in the hall on Sunday, I think, to show her the new song and explain that I’d really like to perform it publicly at some suitable time before the con closed. So she stepped in at the start of the Farewell jam and explained that I had a special song, and summoned Judi to the stage to sign for it. I hadn’t counted on putting Judi on the spot that way, but when I glanced over in the middle of the song she was beaming and signing away, so I decided that was okay.
The Second Voice
By Cat Faber 2006
Dedicated to Judi Miller.
(chorus)
Judi makes us laugh;Judi makes us cry--
Her face is bright and her hands are light, and we love to watch them fly.
Songs take shape and form, and from her stance they shine
And the lyrics feel more alive and real as she echoes them in Sign.
I start to understand and never wonder why
As the sweet songs play while she lights their way like a fire that draws the eye.
The music draws us in and binds us tighter yet
As the music stands with her body’s dance in a dual-tongued duet.
Judi's smart and strong; Judi's sweet and bold
A mirror true, with a different view of the story being told
Chameleon and Queen of all the actor’s art
She shows her stuff leaving space enough for imagination’s part!
When we were done she hugged me. Until finally somebody said “Turn around Judi; we’re getting tired,” and we looked up and the whole audience was “applauding” by fluttering their hands in the air, the way people do in Sign. It was so cool. This is one of the things I like about filk; sometimes there’s a Moment. Sometimes I even get to be nearby
Plus some kind soul (I blush to admit her name has slithered out of the steel trap of my mind) saw I was wearing a Girl Genius badge holder and gave me a little stuffed Mimmoth on Saturday. (It’s a beanie baby elephant, actually, but it looks just like the mimmoths (miniature mammoths) that appear in Girl Genius and are apparently pests on the order of mice or rats, and are occasionally seen doing something amusing in the background of a shot while the main characters are talking. I spent much of the weekend carrying it around in my badge holder or shirt pocket and explaining that the pestiferous little beast had crawled into my bag when I wasn’t looking and I didn’t want it to get away since it would just get into the walls and breed, and I was going to break its verminous little neck as soon as I found the appropriate place to dispose of its biohazardous corpse. While gently petting it. On the way home I started writing a song. I was going to post it here, but have changed my mind. 1) it’s not quite finished and 2) much of the impact may be in the surprise value. So it will have to wait for GaFilk.
I stayed over Monday morning so I could stay for the dead dog filk Sunday night, and I’m glad I did. The filk was so big it split into two parts—I ended up in the one in the consuite by default, because it was the one I found first while it was just starting to condense. That was where I got to hear Becca and Graham sing together, and I heard Urban Tapestry sing a silly song about Paul Kwin. They really do comic stuff very well; somehow I hadn’t noticed the way they can turn their excellent timing and teamwork to humor before. Also I asked Vixy if she had any of Blake’s new stuff and she sang “Penelope’s Loom.” Blake and his wife Jen did a beautiful job on that one—I cried when Vixy got to the line about weeping as she unravels the pictures of hope. At one point I stepped out for a potty break, glanced into another room that had a circle, decided it was too big a circle for me, and besides, I wanted to hear more from the people I was with, as my small Saturday circle hadn’t had them in it, and went back to the consuite.
I thought almeda’s post about circle dynamics was fascinating, and it made me realize how important circle size is to me. I’m normally drawn to Class II (big enough not to collapse if someone leaves, small enough to get to sing often) circles myself. (Well, my ideal would be a non-accreting class III, but I don’t see any way to swing that.) Class IV (big enough it probably needs moderation) is usually okay. Class Is are intimidating, but okay as long as they grow to Class II within a reasonable amount of time. I had a horrible experience in a Class V (two hours to go around) circle a long time ago, and have avoided large circles ever since.
I wonder if it would be possible to prearrange with heavies (people who attract filkers to a circle) to seed several Class II circles and see what happens. Would they stay Class II? Would it be like soap bubbles—one would become Class IV and swallow the others? Maybe have heavies sign up in threes and and fives to seed/host circles in different rooms? Of course that runs into questions of who decides who’s a heavy and will my feelings be hurt if I’m not picked, and what if nobody comes to my circle, and maybe it’s just easier not to open that can of worms. But I wonder.
Thanks OVFF, for a wonderful time! Thanks Almeda, for a thought-provoking post.
I went to OVFF last weekend. It was great! Short version: Pegasus Concert—wow! Judi Miller –squee! Much good music, too little sleep, wrote song, received mimmoth, mind starts to blur…
The Pegasus Concert knocked my socks off. Thanks Erica! When bedlamhouse stood up after the Torch Song category and said something like “I can’t make up my mind; can we hear that category again?” I was hoping Erica would say “yes.” I’m honored that “No Quarter” was nominated, but it was, well, probably the weakest member of its category. My arrangement of it went just fine (aside from the occasional muffed chord, but nobody let on that they noticed). My poor uncalloused fingers are beginning to recover (I’d set the mando aside for months on account of a pinched nerve in my neck. Something about wearing the mando makes my hand start tingling.)
Judi signed for the whole Pegasus concert and for many of the concerts on Saturday. I’m starting to understand whole lines as she signs them. To the point where, when she mis-hears the lyrics, I can sometimes tell what she thought she heard. I have a hard time understanding because living ASL is much more variable and makes much more use of signing in space than the ASL one sees in books, but I am starting to get the hang of it a little bit. I’m very psyched about that and want more practice.
Also Friday night I got a few minutes to speak with Judi about a lullaby that I wrote at FilkOntario to sing and sign simultaneously that I never got a chance to do for her there. She was very helpful both with tweaking the sign language for better intelligibility and with alternate signs that can be made with one hand so I can keep holding the imaginary baby. She showed me the cutest translation for “my love”--instead of signing “my” (flat hand, palm in, on chest) and love (crossed fists, palms in, on chest (as if clutching something precious to one’s heart)), she suggested a one handed sign with the fingertips of the flat hand touching the chin, dropping to a closed fist (S hand), palm in, over the heart, which is precisely the kind of thing one would use to a little baby in one’s passive arm. I need to practice the changes, but I think they really improve the song.
I staggered off to bed after that.
Saturday there were concerts and I made it to part of one workshop, with boomwhackers. Boomwhackers have potential. Had to leave early to get to a concert. Don’t remember if I got there or not. Somehow I always end up wishing I could have gone to more stuff, but now it all blurs together in my mind. They were great—and once I review what’s in my mp3 recorder, I’ll remember what happened J
I took a new song to the con that I don’t think I’ve posted yet. I’ll include the lyrics here:
Patience isn’t Tame
By Cat Faber
Patience is my new canoe; she dances o'er the foam.
In truth, she is the swiftest thing I've ever paddled home
She's strong and fair and spirited: for all adventures game.
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
Patience isn't tame, my lads,
Thank you all the same, my lads!
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
With bungees in the thwarts to hold my coat when it might rain,
And tie-downs in the bilges floating luggage to retain
She's perfect in most every way, except one minor claim:
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
A trout, a gull, a thoroughbred, she's long and lean and sleek
Unsuited to the faint of heart whose swimming skills are weak
If you come home sopping wet you've got yourself to blame;
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
Handle her respectfully; beware her boatish wrath;
One wrong move and she'll decide it's time you had a bath!
Other boats are couch potatoes; she's a spunky dame.
Patience is a lovely boat but Patience isn't tame!
It got a good response from the folks at the con—they laughed at the right places (though the song really should have included more pause between lyrics to let people laugh and still hear the song—I’ve noticed that when laughing means missing part of the lyric even the most appreciative audience will muffle their laughter. And dang it, I’m working for that laugh; I want to hear it. I need to take that into consideration more in the future), and clapped afterwards.
The Pegasus Banquet had pretty good food, but no dessert. Perhaps it’s just as well for my weight that there was no dessert, as my self-control drops when I don’t get enough sleep. I started a new song at the banquet, before the winners were announced, which turned out to be most fortunate later.
I was very pleased when Judi Miller won Best Performer (because she’s just generally cool, and because I think she has enlarged our ideas of what a filk performance can be) and again when “Girl That’s Never Been” won Best Filk Song (not that any of the other categories had unsatisfying entries or wins, but Vixy and Judy make me go squee).
After the banquet, I frantically struggled to finish my new song, pulled out a preliminary version in the Saturday circle (I ended up in a small circle in Metro; I like smaller circles better generally, and when I wandered over to check the other circle on a potty break, there were cool people there like Mary Crowell and Vixy and Tony, but they were packed in three deep and I just didn’t have the energy to deal), where I taught people the chorus and swore them to secrecy. I got to hear Peteralway at that circle, and another woman with a mando, whose name I forget but whose music I will remember, and more good performances that have slithered out of the steel trap of my memory (it catches only one thing—but that thing stays caught). I tire easily and left for bed about 1:30 a.m. I probably missed something neat. Indeed, that’s a fear that follows me around cons—that I’m missing something neat.
I cornered Quadrivium in the hall on Sunday, I think, to show her the new song and explain that I’d really like to perform it publicly at some suitable time before the con closed. So she stepped in at the start of the Farewell jam and explained that I had a special song, and summoned Judi to the stage to sign for it. I hadn’t counted on putting Judi on the spot that way, but when I glanced over in the middle of the song she was beaming and signing away, so I decided that was okay.
The Second Voice
By Cat Faber 2006
Dedicated to Judi Miller.
(chorus)
Judi makes us laugh;Judi makes us cry--
Her face is bright and her hands are light, and we love to watch them fly.
Songs take shape and form, and from her stance they shine
And the lyrics feel more alive and real as she echoes them in Sign.
I start to understand and never wonder why
As the sweet songs play while she lights their way like a fire that draws the eye.
The music draws us in and binds us tighter yet
As the music stands with her body’s dance in a dual-tongued duet.
Judi's smart and strong; Judi's sweet and bold
A mirror true, with a different view of the story being told
Chameleon and Queen of all the actor’s art
She shows her stuff leaving space enough for imagination’s part!
When we were done she hugged me. Until finally somebody said “Turn around Judi; we’re getting tired,” and we looked up and the whole audience was “applauding” by fluttering their hands in the air, the way people do in Sign. It was so cool. This is one of the things I like about filk; sometimes there’s a Moment. Sometimes I even get to be nearby
Plus some kind soul (I blush to admit her name has slithered out of the steel trap of my mind) saw I was wearing a Girl Genius badge holder and gave me a little stuffed Mimmoth on Saturday. (It’s a beanie baby elephant, actually, but it looks just like the mimmoths (miniature mammoths) that appear in Girl Genius and are apparently pests on the order of mice or rats, and are occasionally seen doing something amusing in the background of a shot while the main characters are talking. I spent much of the weekend carrying it around in my badge holder or shirt pocket and explaining that the pestiferous little beast had crawled into my bag when I wasn’t looking and I didn’t want it to get away since it would just get into the walls and breed, and I was going to break its verminous little neck as soon as I found the appropriate place to dispose of its biohazardous corpse. While gently petting it. On the way home I started writing a song. I was going to post it here, but have changed my mind. 1) it’s not quite finished and 2) much of the impact may be in the surprise value. So it will have to wait for GaFilk.
I stayed over Monday morning so I could stay for the dead dog filk Sunday night, and I’m glad I did. The filk was so big it split into two parts—I ended up in the one in the consuite by default, because it was the one I found first while it was just starting to condense. That was where I got to hear Becca and Graham sing together, and I heard Urban Tapestry sing a silly song about Paul Kwin. They really do comic stuff very well; somehow I hadn’t noticed the way they can turn their excellent timing and teamwork to humor before. Also I asked Vixy if she had any of Blake’s new stuff and she sang “Penelope’s Loom.” Blake and his wife Jen did a beautiful job on that one—I cried when Vixy got to the line about weeping as she unravels the pictures of hope. At one point I stepped out for a potty break, glanced into another room that had a circle, decided it was too big a circle for me, and besides, I wanted to hear more from the people I was with, as my small Saturday circle hadn’t had them in it, and went back to the consuite.
I thought almeda’s post about circle dynamics was fascinating, and it made me realize how important circle size is to me. I’m normally drawn to Class II (big enough not to collapse if someone leaves, small enough to get to sing often) circles myself. (Well, my ideal would be a non-accreting class III, but I don’t see any way to swing that.) Class IV (big enough it probably needs moderation) is usually okay. Class Is are intimidating, but okay as long as they grow to Class II within a reasonable amount of time. I had a horrible experience in a Class V (two hours to go around) circle a long time ago, and have avoided large circles ever since.
I wonder if it would be possible to prearrange with heavies (people who attract filkers to a circle) to seed several Class II circles and see what happens. Would they stay Class II? Would it be like soap bubbles—one would become Class IV and swallow the others? Maybe have heavies sign up in threes and and fives to seed/host circles in different rooms? Of course that runs into questions of who decides who’s a heavy and will my feelings be hurt if I’m not picked, and what if nobody comes to my circle, and maybe it’s just easier not to open that can of worms. But I wonder.
Thanks OVFF, for a wonderful time! Thanks Almeda, for a thought-provoking post.
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Or whomever. But make sure you haven't got the name capitalized; it has to be all lower case. I don't know why.
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:36 pm (UTC)Thanks for your advice.
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:34 pm (UTC)Thanks for your help.
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:49 pm (UTC)(I'm hoping to get a chance to actually write a proper comment on the entry! But it's rather busy at the moment)
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:38 pm (UTC)Lovely song, "The Second Voice". I'd love to hear it sometime. GAFilk, maybe??? I hope?
*hugs*
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Date: 2006-10-27 11:45 pm (UTC)and another woman with a mando, whose name I forget but whose music I will remember,
I wonder if it was
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Date: 2006-10-30 03:10 am (UTC)Maybe I should start recruiting male voices :-)
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Date: 2006-10-30 05:16 am (UTC)I like Cambreth just fine -- but it's overplayed, and No Quarter has a much stronger story. Regardless, those were easily the two strongest songs in the category -- none of the other songs were really "songs to live or die by" and both songs are awfully good.
Re the other topic, I think seeding (either naturally or artificially) with heavy-weight people is definately the way you get multiple medium-weight filk circles.
The best approach I've seen for this is OVFF's theme filks -- which tend to draw enough reasonable weight people to bleed people off of the main filk while putting them in small enough rooms that they're size limited. Officially assigning leaders or moderators with high weights isn't a bad approach, but is a bit more artificial, and people have to recognize and care about the problem.
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:50 am (UTC)We all know a lot about each other, we just don't always know we know it.
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:48 pm (UTC)I wonder if the circle-particle interaction should be modeled as several steps, the way infiltration of a blood borne cell (like a white cell) into the tissue takes several steps. First the blood borne cell is running along down the center of the blood vessel, then it contacts the side and begins rolling adhesion, that is, rolling down the side of the blood vessel, moving with the blood flow but sticking to the side, then it stops rolling and sticks flat to the side, then it oozes through into the tissues. These stages are (if I remember right) triggered by different environmental factors; a cell undergoing rolling adhesion may let go without ever sticking flat if the environment changes
Would circle particle interaction have similar stepwise interactions, for instance first glancing in the door, then deciding to hang around for a while, then deciding to hang around for the long term? Perhaps different factors affect these decisions?
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:04 pm (UTC)Secondly in this prefatory part (ah-hem), I'd like to suggest that further detailed study is very necessary to provide better data, though removing observer bias may be difficult (as in all fanthropological research).
Now, on to your comment!
Biological model is probably more accurate than physics, though physics made it seem easier to understand. Easier than, in fact, it is, of course. :-> You know more about blood cell interactions in detail than I do.
It does work rather like that, with the added complication that perhaps the particle is thinking things like, "If this room isn't full of rollicking people, maybe I'll have more fun up in the parties." Since at general cons we're not only dealing with dedicated love-to-filk particles (who at worst are pulled away by the competing gravity of other circles, the entropy of sleep, or the appeal of conversations in the hall), but with drop-in mainstream fen who like to listen for a few songs and then find something 'better to do'.
This is why themed circles, on themes of general fannish interest, work so well to get mainstream fen to dip their toes and stick around for half an hour or so -- funny/sad songs about Babylon 5/Star Trek/Tolkien/Vorkosiverse/cheesy movies, are of general interest to the fannish public, and make us seem more accessible and less inscrutable (as, perhaps, might happen if someone wandered into the middle of us amusing ourselves by playing different parodies of 'Green Hills of Harmony' that had little else in common with each other).
Basically my physics model was attempting to simplify by looking only at one factor, the circle's gravity, and deliberately ignoring the subtleties. Though ability to be sensitive to circle mood greatly affects one's circle heaviness -- the best analogy I can come up with is that if you can get your filkcircle flowing like a really good mix tape, it gets heavier.
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Date: 2006-10-29 02:54 pm (UTC)BTW it has been years since I studied blood interactions, so don't take my ramblings as gospel, ok? I'm pretty sure my example was more-or-less the general consensus at the time I learned about the issue, but things change fast in biology.nteraction for the example. Hence the biological model.
Anyway, I absolutely agree with you about further study. Ideally, in my opinion, we should recruit someone interested in these kind of questions for their own sake, but not presently a part of the filk community. As a project for a field study in sociology, perhaps? I'm not quite sure what departments we should approach to buttonhole graduate students.
I agree that particular particles will be drawn by particular clump qualities not sought by other particles. I'm not sure whether particles can be divided into groups of types on this basis (the way a blood cell could be
A, B, AB, or O (pick only one) and also rhesus positive or rhesus negative, (pick one), or whether there will be so many types and degrees (*really* wanting funny songs vs kind of wanting funny songs) that classification of this sort will not be possible and particles must be modelled in bulk, like a fluid. The problem is that several of the circle classes involve small numbers of particles, suggesting that they *must* be modelled as particles. Also I suspect that so many interactions and moment-to-moment changes in particle state will be involved that the system will rapidly become chaotic, with sensitivity to initial conditions so extreme that it is not possible to accurately control the final state (ideally, to my mind, a nice mix of Class II and Class IV circles, but YMMV). However even chaotic systems have clumps of likely outcomes, and we might be able to aim for those.
Also, I agree with you that some qualities of stickiness are not ascribable to individual particles. I understand the reasoning behind themed filks better now you explain it, and I should make time to go to more of them. (I have found myself avoiding them in the past because I felt like I didn't have any material on the topic, but even if I don't have material, it would be interesting to observe their dynamics). I also agree about circle flow--I wonder if this is a quality that could be modelled and eventually engineered too, but I can't even imagine how to go about measuring it. Circle stickiness could be measured by accretion of particles, but circle flow...
Anyway. Interesting issue.
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Date: 2006-10-31 04:38 am (UTC)Of course, here in Chicago we do have three good filk-positive conventions a year, and lots of grad students.
The 'studying filkers' (or fen period) thing would have to be approached verrrry delicately, though, so as not to turn people off. I like the color-coded-stickers-on-badges thing the filk film project came up with, for example.
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Date: 2006-10-28 01:03 am (UTC)What a delight it was to see Judi and Vixy accepting their awards.
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:45 am (UTC)I'm sorry you missed Second Voice too, but I intend to keep pushing it on the filk community, so hopefully there will be other chances.
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Date: 2006-10-28 03:00 am (UTC)As I've been reminding myself as well as everyone else who will listen, it is inevitable that we'll miss wonderful things happening elsewhere while we are busy doing whatever (hopefully wonderful) things we are doing. There will be other chances to hear it, whether from you or from one of the many great people who spread songs around.
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Date: 2006-10-28 02:16 am (UTC)It was so great to spend time with you on Sunday night- I really enjoyed our dinner!
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Date: 2006-10-29 01:49 pm (UTC)I hope you're doing well.
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Date: 2006-10-28 04:46 am (UTC)*hugs*
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