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Going to Boston, brb
Nov. 3rd, 2009 10:01 pmLast November, I went to Wales for a conference; this November, I'm off to a conference in Boston.
Without the stress of international travel (a transatlantic flight + the train from London to Cardiff, yikes) or the jetlag, I'm looking forward to sneaking a few hours tomorrow and Thursday for hiding in a posh-ish hotel room and working on schoolwork. Yes, looking forward to meeting up with friends in the area, looking forward to the conference (there's a paper on nerdcore rap that I hope I can attend, and a whole panel on women and the development of American museums), but also looking forward to a few quiet hours of no distractions.
Luckily, my paper is in the first set of panels (last time it was the final paper of the conference), so I'll be able to relax for the rest of it. Relax and maybe order ridiculously expensive room service. Relax, maybe order ridiculously expensive room service, and get some interrupted time to work. Bliss. This is how you make an academic happy.
In other news, Claude Levi-Strauss is dead. He was 100, and since I spent all of last week writing the paper that was such a big part of Hellweek (making Hellweek particularly hellish), and trying to make sense of Levi-Strauss's structural approach to mythology was a big part of why the paper was such a pain to write.... my reaction is inappropriate. Though, it's odd to think that when I finished the paper on Friday he was still alive and when I handed in a paper copy this week he was dead. If I had a better grasp of his theories, I could make an appropriate joke. Alas, I cannot.
In other-other news, my mass-emailing of profs in grad programs I'm interested in has been yielding generally positive replies. They obviously can't judge me from the four sentences of inquiry, but there have been a few replies that have encouraged me to apply to the program. This is also how you make a (young, cautiously hopeful) academic happy.
Without the stress of international travel (a transatlantic flight + the train from London to Cardiff, yikes) or the jetlag, I'm looking forward to sneaking a few hours tomorrow and Thursday for hiding in a posh-ish hotel room and working on schoolwork. Yes, looking forward to meeting up with friends in the area, looking forward to the conference (there's a paper on nerdcore rap that I hope I can attend, and a whole panel on women and the development of American museums), but also looking forward to a few quiet hours of no distractions.
Luckily, my paper is in the first set of panels (last time it was the final paper of the conference), so I'll be able to relax for the rest of it. Relax and maybe order ridiculously expensive room service. Relax, maybe order ridiculously expensive room service, and get some interrupted time to work. Bliss. This is how you make an academic happy.
In other news, Claude Levi-Strauss is dead. He was 100, and since I spent all of last week writing the paper that was such a big part of Hellweek (making Hellweek particularly hellish), and trying to make sense of Levi-Strauss's structural approach to mythology was a big part of why the paper was such a pain to write.... my reaction is inappropriate. Though, it's odd to think that when I finished the paper on Friday he was still alive and when I handed in a paper copy this week he was dead. If I had a better grasp of his theories, I could make an appropriate joke. Alas, I cannot.
In other-other news, my mass-emailing of profs in grad programs I'm interested in has been yielding generally positive replies. They obviously can't judge me from the four sentences of inquiry, but there have been a few replies that have encouraged me to apply to the program. This is also how you make a (young, cautiously hopeful) academic happy.
