We’re headed to Montreal for the weekend. Although I would love to visit the famous botanical gardens and try out my French, I’m afraid I will, most likely, spend my entire stay in one downtown hotel, listening to and giving talks. Sad, isn’t it? Sadder, perhaps, is Sydney’s plight: caring for a teething Katherine in a small hotel room all weekend.
Bad as I make it sound, I’m actually thrilled to go. It’s the major annual conference for my specialty (modernism), and there are at least a hundred talks I would like to attend (depending on my ability to concentrate that long). I am glad to see that I will know a number of people there . . . but I realized that some of the schools to which I’m applying for jobs may have representatives at the conference. Combine these concerns with a severe lack of sleep from the last few nights and it’s no wonder that I’m still dinking around with my paper. No pressure!
Erin
Alan Schmierer