Please don't mention spoilers in the comments of my entries*, though, as I know my parents at least have not yet read the book.
*Other than entries specifically about HP7, of course. And yes, before I leave for Europe, I will make a post specifically about the book.
Amy-Jill Levine speaking on the pericope of Jesus stilling the storm (Mark 4:35-41) was MOTHERFUCKING AMAZING. I was progressively less impressed as the weekend went on, but I still had lots of fun and learned a lot. I also found myself in love with the idea of the story of the bleeding woman (Mark 5:21-34); twelve years she suffers before she is healed. Not that I'm saying my life is that bad (My mom e-mailed me the Aug. 3 FBofW remembering when I was 11) but you know what I mean.
I re-met Becca. I tend to forget she's a Methodist, so it didn't occur to me that she would be at Convo. She was introducing me to everyone as her one friend at Smith :) I also have the honor of having known her longer than like everybody there -- back in the day, back when she was straight ;)
At one point, Will told me I was being more social than anyone else from CWM (well, excluding him and Tiffany, and Jeremy). I didn't have a lot of specific expectations about Convo, but one thing that did surprise me was how little time I spent with CWM people -- which was not particularly of my own volition, but it didn't turn out too distressing. I'm still not very good at initiating conversation (especially somewhere like this where I really don't have a lot in common with the other people -- I'm not a United Methodist, don't have a denominational affiliation, am not a social activist, am not involved in any stuff outside of just attending church [e.g., call to ministry, attending seminary, serving on committees, etc.]) but I did talk to lots of different people, and I did find myself tagging along with one "clique" during much of the weekend. I did not get any blue drinks or dancing girls (or boys), but I am okay with that. I have got to read Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal given how many times I make jokes about eating babies.
Turns out Convo is every other year, so it'll be WriterCon in the even-numbered years and Convo in the odd-numbered years.
Early in the trip I was thinking yes, I would take another vacation day and go to Liberating Love, Celebrating Hope! The National More Light Presbyterians Conference (Atlanta, GA. - August 31-September 2, 2007), but my travel issues on my return made me less excited about doing more traveling.
Can anyone tell me what happened over the weekend to bump the Terror Alert up to orange and make electronic devices suspect? I see bahletegate exploded again while I was away, but I doubt the two are related. (Unrelatedly, LJ changed the look of its Message Center while I was away. I like that there is a Flagging option now.) In related(?) news, Brad is leaving SixApart to work for Google. Edit: Brad clarifies. /edit
[Addendum: In unpacking tonight I almost thought I had misplaced my "Ask. Tell." necklace, and while I've been fairly laid-back about all the stupid shit around my return flight, that was pushing me into a fit. I found it, though.]
The Convo program also included a listing for Voices United, conference and workshops, in St. Paul, MN (Oct. 12, 6-9pm; Oct. 13, 9-5). The website link given actually gives me less information than the advertisement in the program. Sigh.
I was gonna make a post about the daily_deviant "miscegenation" thing (reminder: IBARW), but I still need to finish my femslash_minis fic and I'm tired. (And still unprepared to leave for England. Kaite, I may well have to borrow your Internet during part of my stay to finish figuring out my travel plans.)
I have also skimmed the skip=200 of people-only, but haven't been able to engage much. This does not bode well for my return from Europe.
God of rainbow, fiery pillar, leading where the angels soar,
we your people, ours the journey, now and ever, now and evermore.
-refrain of "In the Midst of New Dimensions"