I spent this past weekend (+ Friday) at Readercon.

Although Readercon is an ancient and stable institution — this was the 20th one — I’d never been before. It was held in Burlington, MA, which involved a whole peripheral psychodrama since I grew up in Lexington, which is the next town over, and spent most of years 10-16 in the Burlington Mall. But such extraneous psychological concerns tended to drop away once you were actually w/in the icily air-conditioned womb of the Burlington Marriott, which would become a strangely self-contained universe for the 72 hours of the convention.