I realize that this post is technically on Saturday, and I apologize. But to me this is still Friday. I'm fresh back from my second day at the Worldcon, one of the survivors of the hotel raid on the Asimov's party in the SFWA Suite, and still mulling over scores of intense, personal, intellectual conversations. But it's late, I'm sleepy, and so you get . . .
Above: Congoers solemnly stand before a display of David Hartwell's ties. David's ties are loud, cheap (he will not wear one that costs more than five dollars), and numerous -- this is one short side of a large rectangle.
The amazing thing is the seriousness with which the ties are regarded. It is as if they were standing before a Monet. You think I am kidding. I am not kidding. I simply report what I see.