Via Rod Bennett’s Tremendous Trifles, a con report of sorts. Only the con is in a large tent at a very large Christian campout and festival, and is unashamedly about worship as well as wonder.
It’s called the Imaginarium, and it’s got seminars and B-movies and art movies and prayer services and dances and Christianity galore. And that’s just its small part of something called the Cornerstone Festival in Bushnell, Illinois.
Truly, this sounds like it’s right up my alley. Too bad it’s so far away.
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This weekend, it seems that we not only have the Southern Christian Leadership Conference in town; we have the American Motor Owners International Convention as well. And next weekend, Pulpcon (mmmm, the smell of old pulp paper).
See, this is why it would be fun to have press credentials.
The ironic thing is that people like the Pulpcon guys — book dealers, small press reprint people, collectors, writers, artists — do a lot to help preserve Western civilization, if only in a thousand small, pulpy, everyday ways. But you’ll never see them on the news, jetting about and telling people what to do. They just do it themselves, without much in the way of remuneration or appreciation, except from each other. I bet the AMO folks are similar.
And I’d rather have dinner with one of them — even the Scientology guy who comes to collect L. Ron Hubbard — than with Al Sharpton.
(Unless Al Sharpton has a collection of old Charles Saunders sword and sorcery stories at home, and comes over to the convention center to pick up the new paperback reprint of Imaro by Night Shade Books.)
This gentleman has some neat posts on his blog:
Big Physics Needs Big Trucks
Today, the National Museum of Ireland issued a clarification stating that the Psalm 83 they mentioned in their press release was in fact Psalm 83/84. However, in the audio interview with NPR given by one of the museum guys, he specifically said that parts of both Psalms 82/83 and 83/84 were visible. (Though NPR’s attached article says it’s only Psalm 83/84.)
So… we’re back to Paleography: The Home Game — or in this case, palebography!
UPDATE: Apparently the words in the middle of the 3rd line are supposed to be “valle lacrimarum”. That would make the start of the next line “dator ibunt”. Man, this is a rough game to play at home.
(BTW: Why does NPR, which is funded by the public and the government, make its programming only available to those with the latest versions of Real Player or Windows Media Player? Why don’t they use any open standards, which would be more compatible with their publicly funded mission? Instead, they are purely shilling for corporations. Even the BBC isn’t that shameless; the Beeb works upon occasion to make their stuff backwards-compatible. So much for NPR caring for the poor, especially those who can’t afford new processors and computers to carry new operating systems.)
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