I had a cold last week -- that's why my posts were so erratic -- but, except for residual weariness, I had recovered from it by the time Philcon rolled around.
I was on a few good panels -- one was on Russian science fiction and another was... well, I'm not sure exactly what it was. Something about what was and was not science fiction. There were some people who believed that the movie Gravity was science fiction and that J. G. Ballard's Crash was not. Me, I held the exact opposite -- that Crash dealt with the interface of humanity and technology in a speculative fashion while Gravity was simply present-day fiction with inaccurate orbital mechanics. There was a certain amount of shouting and waving of hands in the air. So a good time was had by all.
But of course the best part of any SF convention is the private conversations. There above are my fellow conversants from Saturday afternoon. Left to right: Tom Purdom, Jennifer Gunnels, Marianne Porter, Samuel R. Delany. Excellent conversationalists all.
Sitting in the bar, of course.