Next week I fly to Laramie, Wyoming for Launchpad. This is a NASA-sponsored astronomy workshop run by Mike Brotherton. Fifteen SF writers will spend six days learning about astronomy, including using the big telescope at the observatory. David Marusek will be there from Alaska, and Jay Lake, Steve Gould, Mary Robinette Kowal, others. I'm looking forward to it.
It does, however, represent packing problems. I try to never check luggage, ever since mine got lost coming home from England and didn't show up for ten days (it was hiding behind a large post at Heathrow). But this trip segues right into Worldcon in Denver, and this means I need: (1) Denver clothes, where last week the temperature reached 100 degrees; (2) Laramie clothes, where the temperature will be in the fifties at night as we peer at stars; (3)fancy clothes -- and shoes -- for the Hugos; (4)enough clothes to be away nearly two weeks; (5) more toothpaste than the 3 0z. allowed as carry-on; (5)the laptop to do email. So I'll have to check a bag. But what if it doesn't show up when I do? Even though I expect to lose this Hugo, I'd rather not lose it in jeans and week-old underwear. Last year in China, David King's luggage showed up the day we all left Chengdu.
This is not, of course, an Earth-shaking dilemma. But it's on my mind -- now. When I reach Laramie, I expect my mind to be occupied with black holes, Cepheid variables, and SETI. Have laptop, will blog.