Geven a tsayt
2005-01-09 19:43One of the flat-out coolest people in the western hemisphere.
This weekend was, in several respects, the interstitial aim of my life. There was Classics, there were books, there was music, there was storytelling, and there was exceedingly good conversation. (There was also intermittent snow, which nonetheless took its job very seriously and made walking conditions somewhat more arctic than they had been earlier in the evening.) Who could ask for anything more? Friday through Sunday morning, I was in Boston for the annual APA (American Philological Association) meeting, otherwise known as January 6—9: Classicists Take Over the Sheraton Boston; also bits of the Hilton Boston Back Bay and Hynes Convention Center, for good measure. I must confess my slight disappointment that nowhere in this four-day takeover was there a phalanx charge; but there was extensive exploration of the (alas, now-dwindling) bookstores of Harvard Square, and that will more than make up for most things.
Probably the sessions on "Nocturnal Greece and Rome," "Using Linguistic Evidence to Enrich the Teaching of Classical Languages and Cultures," and "Troy, the Movie" were my favorites. I had opportunity to talk with friends and professors whom I hadn't seen since I left Brandeis, and to observe the orbital conversation that is Greg Nagy in action. I missed the stage reading of Plautus' Persa—here presented as Iran Man—but did make it to the Vergilian Society and Yale University receptions, and nobody had warned me there'd be the academic equivalent of a dealer's room on the second floor. Between that and the Harvard Square ventures, I'm amazed I can still pay my rent this month.
And Greer Gilman's apartment was fathered by a library out of a used book store, with chairs from the comfortable underworld. Squee.
A very good weekend.
This weekend was, in several respects, the interstitial aim of my life. There was Classics, there were books, there was music, there was storytelling, and there was exceedingly good conversation. (There was also intermittent snow, which nonetheless took its job very seriously and made walking conditions somewhat more arctic than they had been earlier in the evening.) Who could ask for anything more? Friday through Sunday morning, I was in Boston for the annual APA (American Philological Association) meeting, otherwise known as January 6—9: Classicists Take Over the Sheraton Boston; also bits of the Hilton Boston Back Bay and Hynes Convention Center, for good measure. I must confess my slight disappointment that nowhere in this four-day takeover was there a phalanx charge; but there was extensive exploration of the (alas, now-dwindling) bookstores of Harvard Square, and that will more than make up for most things.
Probably the sessions on "Nocturnal Greece and Rome," "Using Linguistic Evidence to Enrich the Teaching of Classical Languages and Cultures," and "Troy, the Movie" were my favorites. I had opportunity to talk with friends and professors whom I hadn't seen since I left Brandeis, and to observe the orbital conversation that is Greg Nagy in action. I missed the stage reading of Plautus' Persa—here presented as Iran Man—but did make it to the Vergilian Society and Yale University receptions, and nobody had warned me there'd be the academic equivalent of a dealer's room on the second floor. Between that and the Harvard Square ventures, I'm amazed I can still pay my rent this month.
And Greer Gilman's apartment was fathered by a library out of a used book store, with chairs from the comfortable underworld. Squee.
A very good weekend.
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