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Conference week is all over but the thank-you notes & surveys. And thank Bob, too, because work is getting really busy right about now. Best conference week screwup: I completely spaced an entire talk. I didn't put it anywhere in my spreadsheet; apparently I was under the impression that the parent who was organizing it hadn't nailed down a time slot. So this neurology prof from the UW shows up yesterday, and my illustrious predecessor, who was my appointed minion that day, saved my butt by rounding up students. She said his talk was fantastic.
Due to conference week toastiness, tomorrow's zappy schedule, and prospect of crazy work on Monday, I decided I needed a drink and maybe danceable tunes, but I had no idea where when I left the house. Last night turned out to be singularly dead, music-wise - that happens around here in the first two months of the year, dammit - and I ended up at the Baltic Room. They got rid of their big, beautiful bar and replaced it with seating; the floor in that area is concrete. The cups were plastic and the music was early '90s pop nostalgia. How they seem to have come down in the world. It made me sad because it used to be such a beautiful, packed place with good acts and vibe. So, I took refuge at the Merc & chatted with people. That's always good for the soul.
I think the post-Full Time loneliness is starting to hit. It makes me more likely to mail or text random people. You have been warned.
Due to conference week toastiness, tomorrow's zappy schedule, and prospect of crazy work on Monday, I decided I needed a drink and maybe danceable tunes, but I had no idea where when I left the house. Last night turned out to be singularly dead, music-wise - that happens around here in the first two months of the year, dammit - and I ended up at the Baltic Room. They got rid of their big, beautiful bar and replaced it with seating; the floor in that area is concrete. The cups were plastic and the music was early '90s pop nostalgia. How they seem to have come down in the world. It made me sad because it used to be such a beautiful, packed place with good acts and vibe. So, I took refuge at the Merc & chatted with people. That's always good for the soul.
I think the post-Full Time loneliness is starting to hit. It makes me more likely to mail or text random people. You have been warned.
