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It's summer and I have time on my hands, so...
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.)