The point, as I hope I’ve made clear, is that science is complicated, both as a practice and as a concept. It must be treated with reverence, placed on a pedestal, and yet poked and prodded with doubts and questions without cease.
After the panel, I wandered around the vendors' room and art show. My experience with conventions being minimal, I knew little of what to expect from such places. I’ve heard elegies and raves about the wonders that can be discovered at the vendors at ComicCon and DragonCon, and I hoped Chicon would not disappoint. The vendors, however, turned out to be more of an eclectic collection of booksellers, pitching everything from glossy copies of popular science fiction and fantasy titles to old magazines. I was, however, unsuccessful in my search for old paperbacks of George R.R.Martin titles – though I did obtain a pair of angel-wing earrings that I look forward to making a part of an upcoming cosplay.
The art show, however, was quite another thing, with stand after stand of futuristic, ethereal, and breathtaking views of space, stars, and fantastic landscapes filling the room. If I were a little richer, and had more wall space, I might even have brought home a piece of space, gorgeously rendered. But alas, I was left to do naught but admire. I will, however, end with a shameless promotional pitch for a particular artist whose prints caught my romantic, geeky eye.
The rest of the day I dedicated to decompressing and preparing myself for the full day of panels I had planned for Sunday, a write-up of which will be coming shortly, courtesy of this geeky blogger.