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fiat_knoxOh, yes. The media fair at Glyndwr College.
This was kind of like a jobs fair, in that there were lots of recruiters and media stalls advertising enticing job opportunities - but this felt a bit more light hearted and fun than a typical jobs fair. The only jobs fairs I have ever attended have been grim, sober affairs. *shudders* I never feel good attending ordinary jobs fairs.
The first thing that I noticed on the way in, apart from the absolutely gorgeous, harassed red haired woman whose smile reached her eyes and who seemed pumped full of Co-enzyme Q10, she had so much energy and momentum, was a stall with a guy with a stylish dark suit and purple shirt, no tie, piercings, no hair, looked like Michael Rosenbaum as Lex Luthor, and his fingernails painted black.
Oh, and a severed scalded head, amputated hand and foot on the table before him. The cuts appeared rough, as if the parts had been torn off their parent limbs with great wrenching force.
Beside the head was a devil mask, its features reminiscent of the oversized Beast from the Satan Pit episode of Doctor Who - the one with the black hole. Glorious. Beside that, two crystal skulls and a glass dagger with a gold hilt.
I like media fairs. You wouldn't expect to see that at jobs fairs, would you?
So I chatted with this wonderful man about this gorgeously gruesome art form he had chosen as his metier, only choosing to relinquish my position at his table in the end to allow other morbid people to come along and gawk at the CSI stuff.
I have his business card. If you want the contact details for this chap, or for any of the stalls I mention by the way, contact me through the usual channels.
So, then, what else? An encounter with a voice trainer proved highly enlightening, particularly since it gave me the opportunity to demonstrate The Voice with her.
Those who know me understand what I mean by this. The Bene Gesserit do not have what I have, but it does wreak merry merry hob with my poor larynx afterwards.
So, I did The Voice, specifically the "Mysteron Answering Machine" party piece that proves such a hit at Christenings and funerals, and I also had fun speaking in Klingon. nI'be' yInwIj 'ach wovqu' and so forth.
I love media fairs. Have I said this?
I got contact details from people who market the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, a group calling itself "Cult Cymru" (not what you think - it's actually a rather cunning acronym, "Creative Unions Learning Together") and I had some rather interesting conversations with people. One young woman kept following me around; and I kept bumping into that hard working woman with the red hair who was in charge of the event.
I did not attend the lectures. I will let you know whether this is something I will regret, or not.Right now, I had all the contact details I needed, and some interesting experiences and conversations, so I was content to follow the friend I'd helped earlier in the library to make it home. She also has a somewhat busy week ahead of her, and I think we were both glad of one another's company.
We don't meet nearly as often as we would like. We both have busy lives, but when we do meet it is as I have observed - we are travellers in this world, who walk a long and parallel path together. The experience of having such a boon companion in my life these past five years has been refreshing, often entertaining and always enlightening. Long may it be so.
So this was the media fair, and half of my day. The other half being my meeting with my friend. It was good to have a day with two good halves.
In the next part, I'll let you know who it is who had a homecoming. Stay tuned.
This was kind of like a jobs fair, in that there were lots of recruiters and media stalls advertising enticing job opportunities - but this felt a bit more light hearted and fun than a typical jobs fair. The only jobs fairs I have ever attended have been grim, sober affairs. *shudders* I never feel good attending ordinary jobs fairs.
The first thing that I noticed on the way in, apart from the absolutely gorgeous, harassed red haired woman whose smile reached her eyes and who seemed pumped full of Co-enzyme Q10, she had so much energy and momentum, was a stall with a guy with a stylish dark suit and purple shirt, no tie, piercings, no hair, looked like Michael Rosenbaum as Lex Luthor, and his fingernails painted black.
Oh, and a severed scalded head, amputated hand and foot on the table before him. The cuts appeared rough, as if the parts had been torn off their parent limbs with great wrenching force.
Beside the head was a devil mask, its features reminiscent of the oversized Beast from the Satan Pit episode of Doctor Who - the one with the black hole. Glorious. Beside that, two crystal skulls and a glass dagger with a gold hilt.
I like media fairs. You wouldn't expect to see that at jobs fairs, would you?
So I chatted with this wonderful man about this gorgeously gruesome art form he had chosen as his metier, only choosing to relinquish my position at his table in the end to allow other morbid people to come along and gawk at the CSI stuff.
I have his business card. If you want the contact details for this chap, or for any of the stalls I mention by the way, contact me through the usual channels.
So, then, what else? An encounter with a voice trainer proved highly enlightening, particularly since it gave me the opportunity to demonstrate The Voice with her.
Those who know me understand what I mean by this. The Bene Gesserit do not have what I have, but it does wreak merry merry hob with my poor larynx afterwards.
So, I did The Voice, specifically the "Mysteron Answering Machine" party piece that proves such a hit at Christenings and funerals, and I also had fun speaking in Klingon. nI'be' yInwIj 'ach wovqu' and so forth.
I love media fairs. Have I said this?
I got contact details from people who market the Llangollen International Eisteddfod, a group calling itself "Cult Cymru" (not what you think - it's actually a rather cunning acronym, "Creative Unions Learning Together") and I had some rather interesting conversations with people. One young woman kept following me around; and I kept bumping into that hard working woman with the red hair who was in charge of the event.
I did not attend the lectures. I will let you know whether this is something I will regret, or not.Right now, I had all the contact details I needed, and some interesting experiences and conversations, so I was content to follow the friend I'd helped earlier in the library to make it home. She also has a somewhat busy week ahead of her, and I think we were both glad of one another's company.
We don't meet nearly as often as we would like. We both have busy lives, but when we do meet it is as I have observed - we are travellers in this world, who walk a long and parallel path together. The experience of having such a boon companion in my life these past five years has been refreshing, often entertaining and always enlightening. Long may it be so.
So this was the media fair, and half of my day. The other half being my meeting with my friend. It was good to have a day with two good halves.
In the next part, I'll let you know who it is who had a homecoming. Stay tuned.
