The Locus Awards are in town this weekend. A writer friend of mine (Rachel Swirsky) talks about how SF conventions and awards ceremonies are like this epically long party where people go home for a while but then show up across the country in these liminal, beige, anonymous rooms and the party keeps going and going. I like that quite a bit, and hope to be at a little bit of the party this weekend. Also, speaking of seeing the extraordinary inside the ordinary, Elizabeth Hand will be there and I shall like very much breathing the same air as her. "Last Summer at Mars Hill" is one of the best long-short stories I've ever read, for anyone who hasn't read her.