Balticon, day 1: Big Balti, little con for me

I worked late last night, as usual, but I then slept for almost eight glorious hours, more than the previous two nights combined. I awoke not fully recharged but no longer on empty, and definitely more than a little energetic. Excellent.

Today we were at the con only long enough to register; the rest of the day Baltimore was the star.

We spent much of the afternoon wandering along 36th street, which is in Hampden and is a pleasure to walk. Lunch was at Cafe Hon, which as you can see is fun both outside and in.


The giant pink flamingo is a great touch. Of course, I'd love this place just for the soda fountain even if it had no other virtues. Fortunately, its virtues are many, including classic and better than average diner fare, a great atmosphere, a funky little shop in the corner, and a nice staff. Catch it if you're in the area.

As in any such area, not all shops are to my taste. The one that featured scores of little painted shells tripped my weird meter the wrong way, not because of the concept, which I liked, but because the paintings weren't odd enough.

On the other hand, I can't recommend too highly Atomic Books. It makes me happy to see an independent bookstore with such a strange and varied selection. From art books to counter-culture manifestos to odd sorts of porn, from graphic novels to John Waters material, this place covers a very broad range of strange and fun material. I suspect something in it will offend most shoppers, which I consider a good thing.

I do wish they carried One Jump Ahead, of course, but I turned too shy to ask them to do so. I suspect they would have passed, so I would also have had to deal with rejection, but I probably should have tried. Ah, well, maybe they'll read this and take pity on me. (That particular approach never worked with girls, and I don't expect it to work with booksellers, but I thought I'd give it a try.)

Did I mention a small cardboard box by the door with odd free comics and the handwritten legend, "Because we love you". This place rocks.

And so does its new (at least to me) sister store, Atomic Pop. Down the street and around the corner from the original, this one specializes in strange toys (most of them Japanese), design books, and other related goodies. I picked up several fascinating volumes here, including picture books of street art from Japan and Iceland.

Who could resist such treats?

For dinner tonight we hit one of my favorite restaurants in this part of the country, Cindy Wolf's Charleston. If you haven't eaten here and are anywhere nearby, make a reservation now. The food tonight was, as always, perfectly prepared and wonderful. My friends, Jennie and Kyle, and I enjoyed many courses, a great cheese selection, and very good service. We even managed a few minutes with the chef herself, who was gracious and charming. I want a cookbook from her, and she said one is in the early stages.

I still have work to do, and posting picture-laden entries is more time-consuming than I had realized. I must put the Web weasel on the job and see if she can make this simpler for me.

Tomorrow, the con itself, including a reading I expect no one who is not already a friend will attend, and then to Kyle's for the UFC pay-per-view.

And writing and work, of course, always those.