huntington, wv

❝In the middle of Huntington, West Virginia there’s a river. Next to this river there’s a steel mill. And next to the steel mill there is a school. In the middle of the school, there is a fountain. Each year on the exact same day, at the exact same hour, the water to this fountain is turned off. And in this moment once every year, throughout the town, throughout the school, time stands still.❞ 11/14/1970

Today, at noon, the memorial service will begin. When I was a freshman here in 2006 I went to that service. In the middle of the service I took a second to notice something very unusual happening on campus at that moment. It was silent. It seemed that everyone was right there around the fountain area of the MSC. No one was walking across the quad or playing football on the quad. Everyone was there quietly paying their respect to those who were killed on that day. If you’re ever in Huntington or given the opportunity to go to the Memorial service go. It’s something that stays with you.

A "review" of Tsubasacon

I suppose you could call it that.

I just feel like I gotta say: damn. Until this con, I’d never been to anything, save the past two Ohayocons, and then only one day each year. This was the first time I actually stayed for the entire duration of a convention, and Tsubasacon absolutely floored me. Being from Ohayocon, so to speak, I’ve become used to the following ( in general terms, mind you) :

  • Rude, unorganized, virtually useless staff
  • Messy website that rarely updates
  • Tens of thousands of people 
  • Crowded, impersonal panels where no one can get a word in edgewise

Then I went to Tsubasacon, and instead encountered 

  • Friendly, polite, hilarious staff members
  • Website so high tech it was like something from an alien planet
  • Comfortable, almost homey attendance size ( 1,023 people this year! ) 
  • Enjoyable, conversational panels 

By the second day or so, it had gotten almost to the point where the con population was becoming like a dysfunctional little family. You’d be walking around and you’d see people you’d seen the day before, and you’d recognize them. Everyone developed collective in-jokes that would come out time and time again in crowds. At the Masquerade, the whole audience just felt like one big family sitting there encouraging each other and laughing it up. The venue was a little smallish, but because of everyone’s great attitudes, it didn’t even seem claustrophobic or crowded at all. It was really, really superb. I’ll still attend Ohayocon because hey, a con’s a con, but honestly…if I had to choose, I’d pick Tsubasacon over anything else any day.