Posthuman Blues

Photos of naked people in trees: tantalizing, gnarly, and bursting with "biopunk" science fiction potential.

(Found at Reality Carnival.)

Speaking of science fiction: This weekend I was to have attended ConQuest, Kansas City's premiere (and only) science fiction convention. I shirked my duty as a guest panelist as I suspected I probably would. I can't say I'm overwhelmed with regret -- too many of the fans that show up are like rancid hobbits -- but I do feel kind of bad about missing out on the dealers' room, which is always stocked with great, seldom-encountered titles (and hand-made armor, if that's your bag).

If I ever do hit the big time writing science fiction, and I like thinking it's at least possible, I fear I'll become the genre's Salinger, lurking in my hotel suite listening to the raucous goings-on of con groupies in the hall outside.