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Mar. 20th, 2011 10:03 pmI'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! I:
1) Sat by the pool bar with the cool kids and talked about everything under the sun for hours and hours
2) Presented side-by-side with Jeana Jorgensen and Jessica Jernigan, which was a pleasure and a delight
3) Heard a number of lovely papers - for one, Christina Phillips of Harvard gave an excellent reading of James and the Giant Peach, among other texts - and one that was both excellent and interdisciplinary enough that I think it would make an excellent addition to Interfictions 0 No, I'm not telling you who gave it until I manage to correspond with the author: the only thing worse than getting scooped as a scholar, I think, is getting scooped as an editor
4) Wore a gorgeous long gown of raw red silk to the banquet to general acclaim and the internal satisfaction of having acquired said gown at a vintage shop for twenty whole dollars
5) and, last but certainly not least, came home with the crud.
Every con, there's an outbreak of con-crud. It's the natural result of cramming a couple of hundred people into an enclosed space for vociferous socialization and up-close vocalization. The symptoms may differ, but the souvenir that keeps on giving is inevitable. This year, I started feeling a little apprehensive when the third presenter in a row mentioned that they were a little hoarse "from all the shouting." Go, paranoia: now I sound rather like a teenage boy whose balls have finally dropped. Hopefully this will pass by Wednesday: I'm going to another conference, and I would, a) hate to give them the wrong impression, or, b) continue the cycle.
1) Sat by the pool bar with the cool kids and talked about everything under the sun for hours and hours
2) Presented side-by-side with Jeana Jorgensen and Jessica Jernigan, which was a pleasure and a delight
3) Heard a number of lovely papers - for one, Christina Phillips of Harvard gave an excellent reading of James and the Giant Peach, among other texts - and one that was both excellent and interdisciplinary enough that I think it would make an excellent addition to Interfictions 0 No, I'm not telling you who gave it until I manage to correspond with the author: the only thing worse than getting scooped as a scholar, I think, is getting scooped as an editor
4) Wore a gorgeous long gown of raw red silk to the banquet to general acclaim and the internal satisfaction of having acquired said gown at a vintage shop for twenty whole dollars
5) and, last but certainly not least, came home with the crud.
Every con, there's an outbreak of con-crud. It's the natural result of cramming a couple of hundred people into an enclosed space for vociferous socialization and up-close vocalization. The symptoms may differ, but the souvenir that keeps on giving is inevitable. This year, I started feeling a little apprehensive when the third presenter in a row mentioned that they were a little hoarse "from all the shouting." Go, paranoia: now I sound rather like a teenage boy whose balls have finally dropped. Hopefully this will pass by Wednesday: I'm going to another conference, and I would, a) hate to give them the wrong impression, or, b) continue the cycle.