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*props eyelids open with matchsticks*
Feb. 21st, 2005 02:16 pmHi, sweeties, I'm back.
Too tired to say anything of note but just that I started out a bit lonely in Atlanta's very weird Marriott Marquis Hotel (where I was staying on the 41st floor: the corridors had the doors and a wall on one side and the abyss on the other, with no glass or anything inbetween. I hugged the wall a lot. But then I began to meet people and also still continued to write my paper in a panic (in longhand!!!!), and by the end of it, I felt fantastic! I met five zillion art historians (there are very, very many art historians in America; it is quite scary); I went to the Oglethorpe University Art Museum (111) and had a free lunch (yes, there is such a thing!!), and I went to a thing called a cyclorama, and just talked to endless and more endless streams of lovely art historians. They all loved my paper! Now I want to maintain the momentum. Today I am just running around, keeping busy, to prevent myself from falling into bed. Later, I'm taking t'sons swimming and will do my 22 lengths! Or such is the plan, anyhow. Heh, I also chatted up a cute art historian who's not even in my field and whose paper I didn't even love all that much but I used the classic academic chat-up line: "Oh, I loved your paper!" He ended up hovering mid-stair for half an hour while I furtively ogled his Borgninian gap-tooth (omg, it's a latent Lijahlust coming through!!!), black, very carefully groomed hair and pink-cheed shy demeanour.
No rest for the wicked. The next conference is six weeks away. Three of the panelists will show up again. Ah, how deliciously incestuous it all is.
I liked Atlanta. At first, looking out of the 41st floor-window, I thought, 'what a dump', but then over the four days it grew on me.
Anyway, got to go and: shower, wank, shine my sink, prepare my cinema lecture for tomorrow, assemble this week's menus, fetch the car from t'h's, go shopping, fetch t'sons, go swimming, make dinner, and so forth. I have already: shined the bathroom sink, gone to the loo, unpacked (11111), had soup kindly left there by t'h, cleaned out the pigs' cage, omg left the pigs in their outdoor hutch and now it's SNOWING!
Eeek, got to go on a pig-rescue mission.
*runs*
Too tired to say anything of note but just that I started out a bit lonely in Atlanta's very weird Marriott Marquis Hotel (where I was staying on the 41st floor: the corridors had the doors and a wall on one side and the abyss on the other, with no glass or anything inbetween. I hugged the wall a lot. But then I began to meet people and also still continued to write my paper in a panic (in longhand!!!!), and by the end of it, I felt fantastic! I met five zillion art historians (there are very, very many art historians in America; it is quite scary); I went to the Oglethorpe University Art Museum (111) and had a free lunch (yes, there is such a thing!!), and I went to a thing called a cyclorama, and just talked to endless and more endless streams of lovely art historians. They all loved my paper! Now I want to maintain the momentum. Today I am just running around, keeping busy, to prevent myself from falling into bed. Later, I'm taking t'sons swimming and will do my 22 lengths! Or such is the plan, anyhow. Heh, I also chatted up a cute art historian who's not even in my field and whose paper I didn't even love all that much but I used the classic academic chat-up line: "Oh, I loved your paper!" He ended up hovering mid-stair for half an hour while I furtively ogled his Borgninian gap-tooth (omg, it's a latent Lijahlust coming through!!!), black, very carefully groomed hair and pink-cheed shy demeanour.
No rest for the wicked. The next conference is six weeks away. Three of the panelists will show up again. Ah, how deliciously incestuous it all is.
I liked Atlanta. At first, looking out of the 41st floor-window, I thought, 'what a dump', but then over the four days it grew on me.
Anyway, got to go and: shower, wank, shine my sink, prepare my cinema lecture for tomorrow, assemble this week's menus, fetch the car from t'h's, go shopping, fetch t'sons, go swimming, make dinner, and so forth. I have already: shined the bathroom sink, gone to the loo, unpacked (11111), had soup kindly left there by t'h, cleaned out the pigs' cage, omg left the pigs in their outdoor hutch and now it's SNOWING!
Eeek, got to go on a pig-rescue mission.
*runs*
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