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I need a farm boy

I need someone I can order around. I spend a lot of time solving problems at work. It would be soooo nice to come home and find all my domestic problems solved. Farm boys apply here! A humble farm boy who later turns out to be independently wealthy and can take away some of this crap. You can be a Dread Pirate Roberts or a math genius who works the lottery. I don't care.

too many notes

I actually spent most of the day not at Ravencon (see previous post). The lawn needed clipping and with my hack of a mower I cut the whole thing nearly twice. A week of rain has done its damage. There was a lot more to do out there. Instead, I relished the fruits of my labor by planting myself in the sun with a book.

I attended exactly one workshop, the Poetry workshop. It was (I should have guessed) about sci fi poetry. Defined as speculative, not necessarily otherworldly. We wrote and read haikus and expanded on them and read those. My poem had too many adjectives. I tried too hard. I just can't write poetry on command. I try but it doesn't work. Anyway, here is my improved poem

Expansive
arrested by a curving range of desert mountains
hovering between beige and aqua
translucent copper orbs
expand
fill the curve
spreading
in silent brownian motion

below
agate bowl of water
tilted in the sand
drink of recognition

Interested in real sci fi poetry (mine's a bit too zen, I think)? Hie thee to Helix and Mythic Delirium.

Attendees were dressed up. Fun to see. I bid on a piece of dragon artwork. I have to go back tomorrow to pick it up. The games room was packed. The hospitality shelter was packed. The halls were packed. It's a party.