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AlienCon, a convention all about extraterrestrials, is coming to Baltimore next month

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Still via KnowYourMeme.com, originally via History Channel

Baltimore: home to annual gatherings for enthusiasts and obsessors ranging from the Bronies to comic book lovers to Potterheads. Now joining that list of subjects: Aliens, man.

WICOMICON planned after sudden postponement of Universal FanCon

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A conglomeration of groups has come together to hold a pop-up convention in the wake of last week’s sudden postponement of Universal FanCon, billed as an inclusive celebration of “geek culture.”

Universal FanCon, billed as inclusionary celebration of ‘geek culture,’ postponed indefinitely one week beforehand

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Universal FanCon, a convention dedicated to “geek culture” that billed itself as the first to celebrate women, the LGBTQ community and people of color, announced today that it would be postponed one week before it was set to take place.

There is no clear timetable for when the inaugural Universal FanCon, which was originally scheduled to run April 27-29 at the Baltimore Convention Center, will happen.

Event Pick: A Four-Day Cider Convention Begins Today in Baltimore

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Photo by Jenna Post, via Wikimedia Commons

Cider makers have descended on Baltimore for a four-day convention devoted to all things fermented fruit from today through Feb. 2. And while their affair is reserved for only dues-paying members of the U.S. Association of Cider Makers, CiderCon brings with it Cider Week, a slew of tastings, release parties and meet-and-greets starting at around happy hour today.

Thousands of Harry Potter Fanatics to Convene Downtown this Weekend

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A replica of the Hogwarts castle at Universal Studios in Orlando. Photo by David R. Tribble, via Wikimedia Commons.

Don’t be too surprised if you find gaggles of witches and wizards perusing the Inner Harbor this weekend.

Will You Punch a Hipster Today, Baltimore?

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Last year on June 1, an irreverent Facebook group launched the lighthearted, annual Punch a Hipster Day! Today is the first day of June, a year later, so we’re assuming it’s Punch-a-Hipster time again. Please write in and let us know if, when, and how you plan to acknowledge the ironic occasion.

If you’re a hipster, will you admit it? And do you plan to take cover? If you’re a non-hipster, in your view, but plan to nod to the holiday, have you asked yourself this question, “Isn’t Punch a Hipster Day kind of, well, hip, in its convention-shunning way?”

Fair warning: Impose Magazine online offered 10 reasons you might well get clocked (on an imaginary level) today, in case you’re concerned. Among them, “You’re done with the word hipster.”

Bride 2.0

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My mother was a very bridey kind of girl, a girl whose idea of fun was playing wedding-dress-up. As early as elementary school, she resolved to someday work in the bridal department of a big Baltimore store. And later, after college, she did just that, securing a job in the Hutzler’s bridal department. She trussed up brides in their layers of white, arranging their trains before they went down the aisle. She went to the altar a few years later herself, to marry a handsome assistant minister. They made a good-looking couple, with slim silhouettes and bright white teeth. It was a nice, straightforward church wedding, exactly what she’d wanted.

I was a different kind of girl, a girl who didn’t think much about weddings until I was almost 30, when — shockingly — a pregnancy test turned up positive. I was six weeks along, nurturing a life the size of a chickpea, said BabyCenter.com.

My live-in boyfriend and I made the necessary decisions quickly and simply. Though we lived in Berkeley and my boyfriend was from Southern California, we’d marry in my hometown of Baltimore, in the central branch of the Enoch Pratt Free Library’s Edgar Allan Poe Room, an intimate space on the second floor, home to author readings and other events. The choice of setting seemed right. I’d always loved the building. We were bookish people, almost to a fault — bookstores and libraries our sacred spaces. Beyond that, a favorite relative — a grand-aunt, by then deceased — had worked just down the hall for years, as a graphic artist for the Maryland Academy of Sciences. Having the wedding in this spot seemed a way of having my grand-aunt there too.

Within days I was phoning Baltimore caterers and bakeries, talking crudités and lemon cake while suppressing morning sickness. The white dress I found on a Macy’s clearance rack a few weeks later was pretty, stretchy, and definitely good enough. At our wedding, I’d be 16 weeks along; who knew how I’d look anyway.

But I was dreading the whole bride thing, the whole center-of-attention thing that our culture seems to saddle brides with. I didn’t want to hear that it would be the most important day of my life. I didn’t want to fret over the planning or overspend on flowers. What were my wedding colors? Who knew? The role of bride — this concept of a bride, anyway — felt alien, and the feminist — not to mention introvert — in me wanted to keep it that way.

In the end, we had a very nice wedding, as simple as an afternoon tea party. The morning sickness that I’d woken with on the day of the wedding subsided not long after breakfast, and the dress fit adequately. We exchanged rings above my swelling belly, beneath the Poe portrait, among family members, friends, and old books. The event was intimate, warm, and friendly — a memory I will always cherish, but not because it was My Big Day.

I’m not alone in my ambivalence about embracing the role of bride, of course. These days, lots of women seem to find ways to skirt around conventional notions and be the kinds of brides they choose to be.

When my friend Meredith got engaged a few years after my wedding, she opted to buy her wedding dress from an affordable chain of bridal stores we’ll call Theo’s. I asked her whether she liked the dress she’d chosen. “It’s fine,” she said matter-of-factly. She asked the other five bridesmaids and me to pick whatever dress style we liked, in a light green color Theo’s called celadon. Celadon! Only those of us who’d taken ceramics classes even knew the word, but it sounded nice.

Meredith’s wedding was scheduled for the day after her graduation from med school. An M.D. and an M.r.s., all in one weekend, we joked with her.

At some point, Meredith and I and all the other bridesmaids started calling Theo’s “the shithole.” It might have been the merchandise: Theo’s stocked all styles, from the elegant to the — well, kind of tacky, to our eyes at least. Or it might have been the store’s periodic clearance sales, where brides-to-be were rumored to fight — to have physical confrontations — over deeply discounted gowns occasionally. But mostly I think we called it “the shithole” to allay our discomfort about partaking in these bride and bridesmaid rituals, which honestly just felt weird to us.

Meredith would call me and ask, “Did the shithole finish your alterations?” The shithole had finished the alterations. The dress was fine. We all ordered shoes from the shithole too.

The wedding was great, with a waterside setting, a truck full of beer, and a pig roasting on a spit. Meredith managed the role of bride well enough, looking great but not exactly relishing the attention. By the start of the reception, she’d abandoned the shoes. The dress stayed on, but its hem was damp and black and a little bit torn by the end of the night, from all the reveling. When it was all over, she handed the dress off in a big ball to her mother and told her to do whatever she wanted to with it. The dress had served its purpose. Now it was onto the marriage, and back to work.

 

Elisabeth Dahl’s first book, a novel for children entitled Genie Wishes, will be published by Abrams Books in 2013, and she has just completed her second book, a novel for adults entitled Brood. Her writing has appeared at NPR.org, at TheRumpus.net, and in Urbanite. A Baltimore native, Elisabeth returned to the city in 2003, after a decade in Berkeley and DC. Her website is elisabethdahl.com.

Wedding Planners Descend on Baltimore

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As part of our city’s never ending procession of specialty conventions, from November 6th through the 8th Baltimore’s Tremont Plaza Hotel is playing host to the annual conference of the Association of Bridal Consultants. Three hundred wedding professionals are expected to attend.

While we can’t expect this conference to be as visually stimulating as Otakon or ComicCon invariably are, it does bring its own geeky weirdness: a “select group of planners” will be receiving accreditation as Master Bridal Consultants, a title awarded after a “thorough” panel review.

The Tremont Plaza Hotel has expressed their excitement at the chance to host the “elite group.” Is it just me, or is anyone getting a Masonic vibe from all this?

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