No Space to Sit in the Bar
As usual, I report from a low-lying slab of granite in the conference hotel, very popular with conference-goers who wish to check their email and can't get a seat in the bar. The granite is a little cold and hard, but at least my feet reach the floor when I sit on it.
I have attended good panels on surrealist drawing and on avant-gardist projects that never really got off the ground. My recently graduated colleague Cindy had what sounds like a satisfactory job interview (not that we can know exactly how satisfactory at this point) and we had an enjoyable lunch. None of the schools I sent applications to confess to doing interviews here, so either they are secretly interviewing other people or else they are just not here. I am not, actually, all that concerned, since there is no urgency about finding a job for next year. The year after that... well, that's different. But I prefer to think about enjoying the conference and finishing the dissertation. And the former involves things like introducing myself to other surrealist specialists, and advising less advanced grad students about getting started on learning Czech.
On the technical front, my laptop is in a better mood today. Last night it suddenly darkened its screen as though I had yanked out the power cord, and then brightened up, which disturbed me until I realized that the pinstriping had vanished from the screen. It then, after behaving itself for awhile, went all dim and yellowish, which caused me to shut it off in great alarm. But I have used it for at least an hour today and it has seemed normal the whole time, so perhaps disaster is not actually imminent.
I have attended good panels on surrealist drawing and on avant-gardist projects that never really got off the ground. My recently graduated colleague Cindy had what sounds like a satisfactory job interview (not that we can know exactly how satisfactory at this point) and we had an enjoyable lunch. None of the schools I sent applications to confess to doing interviews here, so either they are secretly interviewing other people or else they are just not here. I am not, actually, all that concerned, since there is no urgency about finding a job for next year. The year after that... well, that's different. But I prefer to think about enjoying the conference and finishing the dissertation. And the former involves things like introducing myself to other surrealist specialists, and advising less advanced grad students about getting started on learning Czech.
On the technical front, my laptop is in a better mood today. Last night it suddenly darkened its screen as though I had yanked out the power cord, and then brightened up, which disturbed me until I realized that the pinstriping had vanished from the screen. It then, after behaving itself for awhile, went all dim and yellowish, which caused me to shut it off in great alarm. But I have used it for at least an hour today and it has seemed normal the whole time, so perhaps disaster is not actually imminent.
posted by Karla at 7:40 PM
3 Comments:
A low lying granite slab sounds dangerous to your health...apart from the Patricia Cornwell aspects of that phrase, just imagine what the babis would say about sitting on that!
Yes, the low-lying granite slab will probably impair my fertility, and heaven knows I worry about that on a daily basis. That's why I'm now sitting on a carpet lined with other internet-needy artists and art historians.
You are a surrealist specialist? You could write copy for the GOP!
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