*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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Date: 2005-02-21 03:42 pm (UTC)*smiles* I love my city. You should visit Centennial Park if you get the chance. And Underground. They're both pretty close by to the Marquis (which is one of the more unique hotels I've ever stayed at, that's for sure *g*)
Congrats on the paper!! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:51 pm (UTC)There were millions of cheerleaders in town on the weekend: what would they have been cheerleading for?
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Date: 2005-02-22 01:32 am (UTC)I believe the term you're looking for with the houses is antibellum. Graceful, set back, shaded by trees, wrap-around porches, pillars.
There was probably a cheerleading conference over the weekend. My mom or sister would probably know more. *mwah*
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:35 pm (UTC)I totally didn't get that about Oglethorpe! *gg* But they gave me the free lunch despite my ignorance so I'll love them 4 evah.
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Date: 2005-02-21 05:35 pm (UTC)Anyway, only the extraordinarily anally retentive finish papers before they go to conferences.
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-21 08:05 pm (UTC)I may be still at work because of trying to finish an overdue book essay for which I've run out of 'the dog ate my homework'-type excuses, but surely you merit some duvet time?
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Date: 2005-02-22 10:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-21 07:01 pm (UTC)Also, I have done pairing searching on the recs site. So there! Pairings are now under categories!
Things I do for you, eh? xxx
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:54 pm (UTC)So you call it Hotlanta, eh? We can now swop notes! I went to some really nice restaurants!
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-21 07:47 pm (UTC)Oh, and I had a Mango Margarita in Atlanta. I love US cocktail culture!!!
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:50 pm (UTC)Hope I get the chance to make you one of my frozen cocktails one day. Though I say it myself, I think I got rather good at them during those long hot American summers.
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Date: 2005-02-21 07:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-21 08:12 pm (UTC)And frozen cocktails are where you whizz the ingredients in a blender with ice so they turn into an alcoholic slushie, or even mix them in an ice-cream machine. I do margharitas, daiquiris, anything you like. But not in England in February... *shivers* This time of year I stick to room temperature or above.
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Date: 2005-02-22 06:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-02-22 10:37 pm (UTC)