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Real!Aphra Behn now gets to battle AIphra the chatbot in her very own fanfic. Because, honestly, what can you do when the world is going to hell in a handbasket except have a little fun with it along the way?
Off to Toronto in a few days (assuming they are still letting Americans in) for this all-day medieval drama extravaganza, which should be awesome. Plus as many shows at the Stratford festival as I could fit. I haven't been there in close to twenty years, so I spent some time reading old travel journals, and being amazed at 1) how large Internet access loomed as a concern, in those pre-smartphone days; 2) how large cash access loomed as a concern (apparently my frugal grad-student self was very reluctant to put anything on a credit card unless absolutely necessary, and it was something of a crapshoot whether your card would work in any given ATM abroad); and 3) how amazingly social everyone was in hostels, and how easy it was to find people to go out with. (Pretty sure this, also, is a smartphone thing. I haven't actually changed my travel habits a whole lot, although it obviously does help to be twentysomething and reasonably cute instead of fortysomething -- but it appears that younger-me was perfectly happy to chat with the sixty-something backpackers off on their retirement adventure, and wrote after one such encounter, "May that be me in forty years." Amen.)
Off to Toronto in a few days (assuming they are still letting Americans in) for this all-day medieval drama extravaganza, which should be awesome. Plus as many shows at the Stratford festival as I could fit. I haven't been there in close to twenty years, so I spent some time reading old travel journals, and being amazed at 1) how large Internet access loomed as a concern, in those pre-smartphone days; 2) how large cash access loomed as a concern (apparently my frugal grad-student self was very reluctant to put anything on a credit card unless absolutely necessary, and it was something of a crapshoot whether your card would work in any given ATM abroad); and 3) how amazingly social everyone was in hostels, and how easy it was to find people to go out with. (Pretty sure this, also, is a smartphone thing. I haven't actually changed my travel habits a whole lot, although it obviously does help to be twentysomething and reasonably cute instead of fortysomething -- but it appears that younger-me was perfectly happy to chat with the sixty-something backpackers off on their retirement adventure, and wrote after one such encounter, "May that be me in forty years." Amen.)
