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a quick open letter from the land of vacation

Dear Dad,

Thankyouthankyouthankyou for teaching me how to do the whole f-stop adjustment thing. OMG. I’m finally able to take the kind of artsy, short depth of field pictures I’ve been trying to achieve since, oh, 1997 or thereabouts. And some of the results are AMAZING.

Love,
your now exceedingly trigger-happy photographer-daughter

(P.S. to everybody else: if you have to come to Japan during the summer, aim for Obon; the special events make up for the way you melt to death in the heat and humidity. If any of my shots from the light-up at Kiyomizu-dera come out, they alone will have been worth all the suffering.)

ジェットで出るの

So many icons, and yet none that are appropriate for Japan. Well, have Neuschwanstein instead.

Heading out tomorrow morning for vacation. Like, an honest-to-god, picture-taking, sightseeing, hang-out-with-starlady38-and-kurayami_hime kind of trip. We’ll be hitting Kyoto, Fukuoka, and Nagasaki, and I will find out if I’ve buffed my Japanese language skills up to survival level or not (my guess: not), and it will all (I hope) be lovely.

. . . I don’t feel remotely ready. But as I’ve been telling various people, I think that’s because my brain’s baseline standard for international travel has become “London trip,” which is not a good comparison at all; by the time the fourth one of those rolled around, I could pretty much do it in my sleep. Last time I was in Japan was 2001, and it was for five days. Also I speak, like, 1/1000th of the language. So yeah, it looks less manageable. But I remind myself: so long as I have my passport and a credit card, most problems can be surmounted.

Back on the 18th. Until then, blogging will be sporadic at best, though I’ll do what I can. And there will be pictures afterward, oh yes, there most definitely will.

tickets make it official

日本に行くよ!

Having bought the plane tickets yesterday, I can now say with confidence that kniedzw and I are going to Japan!

I’ve been once before, briefly (over spring break my senior year of college); he’s never been. We’ll be heading down to Kyushu, where kurayami_hime is currently living, then enjoying about a week and a half of sightseeing in Kyushu and western Honshu. Our exact plans haven’t yet been nailed down, but are shaping up to include Nagasaki, Kyoto, and points in between.

If you’re familiar with that area, feel free to recommend things in the comments: sights to see, hotels or ryokan to stay in, etc. We’ll be there during Golden Week, so this will need to be the kind of trip that’s planned in advance, with reservations secured ahead of time.

(True story: when I was in Japan before, I arrived right when cherry blossoms were blooming in the Kansai region. kurayami_hime and I had vaguely planned to stay in Kyoto for three nights, starting on a Wednesday, but when we got to the city and went to make a reservation at a ryokan, there was a sign above the desk warning us “NO VACANCIES IN KYOTO FRIDAY OR SATURDAY NIGHTS.” The entire city was sold out. So we stayed two nights instead of three, and that’s how I ended up going to Takayama, which had not been on my original itinerary.)

Now I’d better get to work dusting off my language skills. It’s been a long time since I really tried to speak Japanese . . . .

On Cruising

I’ve been on two cruises in the last few years — first for my honeymoon, more recently for a friend’s wedding — which is funny, because I used to think of them as really expensive things only done by old people. These days, I know that I really enjoy them . . . though they do provoke some thorny thoughts, which I’ll get to in a minute.

There’s some truth to my old view. Let’s start with “cruises are expensive.” The thing about them is that their cost is fixed; when you make an ordinary trip, you can choose piecemeal what kind of hotel to stay in, what kind of food to buy, cutting corners or indulging yourself at each point. But when you crunch the numbers, they turn out to be quite reasonable: your ticket buys your hotel room (small, but you also have the rest of the ship to roam about), your transportation (zero hassle, compared to trains and ferries and flights between destinations), your food (generally quite good, though you have to pay extra for sodas and booze), and entertainment (if you want to take part in shipboard activities). A la carte, that stuff adds up to about as much as a cruise ticket, unless you really do it on the cheap.

What about old people? Depends on where you are and what you’re doing. The honeymoon cruise was in the Mediterranean (expensive, and expensive to get to), and it lasted for eleven nights; that kind of free time and disposable cash isn’t often found among the young. The wedding cruise was a weekend in the Bahamas, and the average age on board that ship was probably about thirty years lower.

The great thing about cruises is that they are relaxing. You can pretty much be as lazy as you want. You can also be active; they have onboard gyms, you can sign up for energetic shore excursions, or arrange your own sightseeing, more or less as you would on any other trip. The “less,” of course, is that you’re pinned to an external schedule: you can’t decide you want to stay a day longer, or swap one destination out for another, and you have to be back on board by a particular time (usually circa five o’clock) or you’ll be left behind. There are times when that may feel restrictive. But if you want to see a bunch of (sea-adjacent) places with a minimum of logistical difficulty, while being well taken care of, cruises are great.

It’s the “well taken care of” part that gets thorny. As one of my friends said this weekend, cruises are flagrant examples of conspicuous consumption. They’re basically floating hotels — complete with restaurants, lounges, theatres, gyms, swimming pools, shops, even casinos that come with a list of pay by phone slots right from the rooms — and the number of staff they carry to keep the place running is borderline absurd. Very international staff at that (the Bahamas cruise had people from sixty countries), but of course it isn’t egalitarian; it’s stratified like whoa. kniedzw and I noticed patterns on the Mediterranean ship, certain nationalities gravitating toward certain roles. Most of the bartenders, for example, were from the Philippines. The ship officers, entertainers, and other passenger-facing positions that were less about direct service skewed European/white; as you move toward the more menial and below-stairs positions, the staff become darker, come from less affluent nations. A room steward might be Brazilian; the person who washes the dirty linens taken away by the room steward might be Cambodian, and you would never lay eyes on her. Thinking about patterns like that tempers my enjoyment of the luxury.

Having said that, I generally have to give cruising a thumbs-up. I wouldn’t do it often, even if I had the money; it’s only one flavor of travel, and not one I would want to do all the time. But if you are in a mood to indulge yourself, to relax and take it easy while also seeing interesting places, they turn out to be a pretty decent deal.

post-cruise report in brief

I am back from the Bahamas. I brought with me:

1) a Christmas tree ornament, for my collection of same
2) a doll, ditto
3) a cold, which I really could have done without.

I have various bloggy things to say — some about the cruise, some not — but those will have to wait. For now, sleep.

leaving on a jet plane (and then a ship)

Don’t expect to see much of me in the next few days. It’s not that I don’t love you all; it’s that I’ll be on a cruise ship in the Bahamas for a friend’s wedding, and I love sunshine and the sea and friends I haven’t seen in a year more. You know how it is.

Ta!

getting ready to go

It’s odd, watching my brain ricochet around on the things I Have To Get Done before I go to London. Some of them are entirely practical: buy contact lens solution. Some of them are ongoing: do my writing each day. Some could be delayed, but are better off being done now: mail books to people who have been promised them.

Some? Are just a function of how my brain works. Clean my office. Because I hate coming back from a trip and finding my desk buried under all the crap I didn’t deal with before I left. Buy a new lamp. Because we moved the stand-lamp from my office downstairs to improve the lighting there, which had the unfortunate side-effect of worsening the lighting in here, and that’s making it hard to get work done at night. Move the convertible chair-thing out to the front hall, and find a place for the tiny shelving whose place it’s taking. Why? Because I thought of it while driving back from buying the lamp, and having thought of it, had to do it immediately upon getting home, even if as priorities go it isn’t all that high.

I’m not too concerned about getting the absolutely critical things done in time. But I’d like to get the little things done too, if I can, and those are what are making me twitch. Will I have time to get a back massage? Not sure. Maybe I should bump that up from the “nice, but not necessary” list to “critical requirement.” It might even be true.

on a brighter note, ICFA was great

I was going to post some lengthy ruminations about travel problems and how people respond to them, but y’know, I’ve lost steam on it. I’m currently parked in the lobby of my hotel, since they have free wireless, comfortable furniture, peace and quiet, and nobody tripping over my suitcase, none of which the Atlanta airport can supply. So now seems like a nice time to talk about ICFA.

First things first: the Super-Sekrit Awesome Jacket was a resounding success. I bought this thing last summer and test-drove it at the Dickens Fair in November, but the real idea was that I was going to debut it publicly at the ICFA banquet. There will be pictures eventually, I’m sure — even if I look like a radioactive ghost in most of them; ye gods have I gotten pale — but in the meantime, I can say that it is a black brocade jacket of Victorian appearance, wide-necked with satin lapels, a narrow double-breasted closure just below the bustline, and then tails in front and back. I wore it with an underbust corset (since the front is cut high enough that it needs some kind of waistcoaty thing to look right), a semi-vintage shirt, and a long skirt, and got many admiring reactions. Unfortunately, as it came from Black Peace Now, which is the goth end of a Japanese fashion boutique that has an outpost in San Francisco, nobody is likely to be able to buy one for themselves.

Other than that, I read “The Last Wendy” and got fewer laughs than usual, but I think we just had a non-laughing audience; Eileen Gunn said the same thing about her story, which was quite funny. Then I socialized a bunch and hung out by the pool (when it wasn’t raining) and went swimming, which I kept thinking of as My Ankle’s Last Hurrah, seeing as how it’s about to spend four weeks in a plastic boot. The socializing was also key, as I won’t be going to karate for a couple of months (thus removing two social events per week) and may not be able to drive while I’m in the boot (thus removing my ability to get to where other people are).

It was a good ICFA, too. The topic this year being “Race and the Fantastic,” it provoked a lot of good papers and discussions, and Nalo Hopkinson’s luncheon speech was amazing. Sunshine and seeing friends aside, this is what I really love about ICFA: the chance not only to geek about SF/F, but to do so in a critically thoughtful way, among people who won’t look at you funny if you bust out the theoretical jargon. (My jargon is on the rusty side, of course, but still. I like to flex it occasionally.)

That’s pretty much it for con-reportage, I suppose. (Confidential to people who saw me obsessively checking e-mail while I was there: alas, no dice. Got my reply this afternoon, and will be sending the story elsewhere once I get home.) Now I continue to entertain myself for another four hours or so, until Airtran’s one daily flight to San Francisco rolls around.

an everything update

Back from India. I definitely need to post pictures and thoughts eventually, but I’m not sure when I’m going to do it, because of the rest of this post . . . .

World Fantasy is this weekend. If you’re going to be there, you can find me at the big autograph session, or at the “Bad Food, Bad Clothes, and Bad Breath” panel on Sunday at 11 (the topic being the grittier and less-pleasant side of premodern life).

I will also be at the second group signing at Borderlands Books on Monday night. Assuming, of course, that I don’t end up eaten alive by my Very First Jury Duty that day.

Aaaaaaalmost done with book revisions. I pretty much finished before I left for India, so I could let the book sit and then tweak anything else needing tweaking. Well, kittens, it’s time for some tweaking. But that needs to get done before World Fantasy, so I can send the book off to my editor.

And then there are some projects I intend to dive into as soon as that’s done with. More on those later.

In other news, a new interview with me has gone live at I Am Write, where (among other things) I talk about how the Onyx Court books were almost an all-folklore extravaganza instead of focusing on faeries.

Now I need to convince myself not to crawl back into bed (curse you, jet lag!), but rather to knock some of these things off my to-do list. I haven’t been reading LJ at all in my absence, so if you or anyone else posted anything I should see, let me know . . . .

prepping for the monsoon

Of course. I have to pick the one day it pours rain to fly to India.

(Understand: I live in a place where October is not a month in which it rains. Almost ever.)

Anyway. I’m off to India, weather permitting. Internet access will be unpredictable, so don’t expect to hear much from me for the next two weeks. But there will be pictures afterward.

The LiveJournal Guide to Southern India

So, I don’t think I’ve gotten around to mentioning that next month, kniedzw and I are skipping off to India — specifically, Bangalore. His company is sending him there for two weeks of work, so we’ve bought me a ticket and extended his trip an extra week and a half, and will be running around sightseeing for a while.

Our timing coincides very fortuitously with Diwali, so we’ll be hanging around Bangalore for the festival. After that and a bit of local sightseeing, though, we’re interested in spending roughly five days Somewhere Else. Ergo I throw this open to you, O Internets: if you know southern India at all, where do you recommend we go? Mumbai? Goa? We like places of historical interest, temples, that kind of thing, but we’re skipping the big-name things in the north like the Taj Mahal because we’d rather see a tiny fraction of one region than an even tinier fraction of the whole country.

This is the first trip to India for both of us, so any and all advice is appreciated.

unrelated

kniedzw has been posting honeymoon pictures to Flickr, so I shall, too. These are my most interesting or artistic shots from Rome, Delos, Mykonos, Rhodes, Santorini, Istanbul, Ephesus, and Athens; the Pompeii pictures are on his camera, mine having gone belly up the night after Athens.

You will notice some duplication between his set and mine; we had a habit of taking extremely similar shots. Which isn’t a bad thing: sometimes one or the other of us got a better angle or frame on it.

Special to Lymond folks: there’s a picture of the Topkapi Palace harem.

returning to the world of the internet-living

I am back home. Half a day and change later than I should have been — weather cancellations stranded us in Chicago last night — and horribly jet-lagged, but otherwise fine. (And, judging by the comments I’ve received so far, much more tan than anyone here has ever seen me.)

I have not read the Internet since May 6th. If you got married/had a sex change/moved to Laos/cured cancer/did anything else you would like me to know about, please say so in comments. ‘Cause God knows I’m not reading through the archives of all this stuff for the last three and a half weeks.

If you contacted me, I will be responding as soon as I can, jet-lag permitting.

Expect regular blogging to resume henceforth.

oy, research.

As I just said to the boy, I feel like I’ve e-mailed half the population of London now with research inquiries. So far we’ve contacted Hardwick Hall (okay, not in London), Hampton Court Palace, the Globe, the Worshipful Company of Armourers and Brasiers, and the Tower of London, though that last one bounced and I need to figure out why. I’ve also made my hostel reservation. The Museum of London I don’t have any questions for; I probably don’t need a reservation for the Thames River Boat to Hampton Court; Lambeth Palace appears to be almost never open to the public (since the Archbishop of Canterbury still lives there), so I will only be photographing the exterior of the Tudor brick gatehouse.

Oy, research.

If the Londoners who specialize in the Elizabethan period hang out together, I suspect they will make jokes about the crazy American novelist who’s been querying all of them.

I still need to look into Westminster Abbey, Whitehall, and various things in Southwark. And yes, this is well in advance of my trip, but I figure the people I’m hoping to ask questions of will be happier if I contact them early.

I’M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!!!

London, mostly. But also a jaunt up to Derbyshire to see Hardwick House. There’s probably an Elizabethan manor closer to London, but I’m not sure I can pass up the chance to see Bess of Hardwick’s actual house.

I’M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!!!

I realized a moment ago that I haven’t been out of the country since 2002. Which necessitates the world’s smallest violin playing for me — oh, woe is her; she’s twenty-six and she’s only been to the British Virgin Islands, Costa Rica, England, Ireland, Israel, and Japan — but it’s a bit sad to trade approximately once-a-year overseas trips for multiple-times-a-year domestic trips, especially when the domestic trips mostly mean the hotel the conference or convention is in.

So, yeah. May 22nd to May 29th, flying out of Chicago, so buzzermccain, if you’ve got Internet access again, be warned that I’ll be taking you up on that crash space.

I’M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!!!

Edited to add: Okay, so, trying to type a post while on the phone with kurayami_hime doesn’t work so well. I should clarify that I am going to England as research for Midnight Never Come, not that you all probably didn’t guess that anyway. I’m going for a week, and will spend most of the time in Central London, Westminster, and Southwark, with the aforementioned jaunt to Bess of Hardwick’s house, and things like a riverboat trip to Hampton Court Palace, which still has some Tudor-period architecture left, though not much. (On the other hand, it means I get to float down the Thames. Yay!) Anyway, I’ll post more details about my exact plans when I have them more concretely formed. Right now, I’m still giddy. ^_^

I’M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!!!