There’s a smell in the air tonight that reminds me of a midnight stop over in Hawaii on a flight to Australia. In other words, the first floral scents of the year, and even if at 2 degrees it feels like summer.
Well, we made it home. 9 hrs, and only one antagonistic altercation with a toll booth operator. No speeding tickets.
Also – I gave my paper at the in house Philosophy Graduate student symposium, which went quite well. My first talk! And at the class afterwards, I got that same paper back from my frankfurt school prof – A+! Is that something to celebrate or what!
Life is kick ass
I was given a ticket to the banquet, and spent the evening speaking with a lovely young women and her husband. She spoke at the stream of papers that I became most interested in this weekend. When they found out I had no place to stay, they offered that I could sleep on a futon at their apartment. I was very thankful not to have to sleep in the car. Unfortunately (but who am I to say?), Mathias, being his regular cosmic self, wanted no part in a quiet evening or in not alianating his potential hosts. My hosts were Tolkien fanatics, one was a philosophy doctoral student, and the other an english doctoral student, both here at Princeton.
I would add more, but Nena’s presentation is in only a few minutes!
How to go to Academic Conferences – on the late and cheap.
1) Rent car the day you decide to go, preferably in the afternoon. Drive 12 hours, getting lost, almost ending up in Conneticut on your attempt to get to New Jersey
2) Sleep in the car. Hotels are too expensive, and motels are to sketch. Sleeping in the car is much safer, cheaper. Although I overslept this morning…
3) Breakfasts and afternoon breaks include free food. Load up to prevent having to buy lunch, dinner. Also, bring food from home (you can eat it when you are sleeping in the car).
4) Instead of going out, drinking and making friends, go see the awfully hilarious band in a 1200 seat auditorium with 30 other people.
yes, the ACLA conference is loads of fun. I’m certainly going to come back next year, and present a paper. If I had known in advance, I might have submitted one for this conference. For the session coming up, the paper I’m working on currently would be perfect, but there is no room for it. There are 1200 people here – the largest conference in Princeton’s history. A good vibe is about the place aswell, and I feel a strange comraderie despite not knowing hardly anyone. It’s like being at Summer camp with grad students and your profs. Best summer camp ever! Next time I will make more of an effort to invite other people who are skeptical baout their belonginug to come along. Friends make such events more manigable.
Mathias is here. Went to cineforum. Reg: a jerk. Caligari: homeless. Food: pure. Nature: unproblematic. Phusis. Poesis.
So, after speaking with Ashley tonight I learned an interesting fact. Everyone’s favorite party-switcher is a pillar of the BC business community, and this is why we shoudn’t force him to run in a by-election. Pillar of Business community translates in the fact checker to CEO of Canfor. Hmmm, canfor. The BC forestry company that bought American forestry companies. And does everyone know how stumpage fees work? You pay diddle for the logs but promise to mill them in the area, keeping mills open, keeping jobs, keeping food on the table? Well, what if you are the largest coorperate donator to the BC Liberal party, and just sort of “convince” them to let you ship the logs unmilled across the US border to your Mills in Washington and Oregon? You might make a lot more money that way, not having to pay the softwood tariff on the labour, only on the raw log. Also, since you own both companies you can fib the price of lumber to further cheat the Canadian tax payer out of your profits.
This really makes Party – switching look like nothing, doesn’t it? So, if anyone sees Emerson, please ask him how many cubic meters of unmilled timber he shipped across the US border, how many mills he did not upgrade or rebuild after being destroyed by fire. You could even ask him if he likes how the absurdly low price of trucking (due to low license fees compared to road wear) lets him centralize and build larger mills, forcing lumber to be trucked long distances and killing small communities. Or, you might just ask him how many jobs he shipped across the US border. Either way, he’s the definition of a coorperate scumbag, someone who worked for profit not people, and someone who cheated the BC taxpayer out of his god-given right to profit off the forests.
Here’s a thought: how much truth is there in this map? All of north america is lit up, and yet how much have I visited? I’ve crossed the Yukon and almost made it to the Arctic Ocean. I’ve criss crossed BC every which way. I’ve been to Calgary, Toronto, Montreal, Quebec City. In comparison to the land mass of Canada, this means jack squat. Also, I’ve driver south through Washington, Oregon, California, Arizona, Utah, Idaho. But I havn’t even been east of the Rockies.
The larger the country, the larger the lie.
Saturday night Kate and I went to a show and saw amoung others, Elliot Brood (http://www.elliottbrood.ca), and John Rae and the River. I spoke briefly with Elliot after the show to complement him on an excellent set, and he seemed very pleased at the complement, asked my name and “if I was playing tonight”. While I most certainly wasn’t, it reminded me of days on the other side of the stage. John Rae and the River (sans choir, you can thank operatic cancer for that) also performed an excellent set, and were oh so excited. Kate’s friend was one of the keyboardists! I advice you all highly to see either of these bands should they pass through your town. i.
Sunday, it was radio 3′s cross canada bilingual music tour. The bands – Akido, SS Cardiacs, les Dales Hawerchucks, and the Deadly Snakes. The best bant was the ambiant electronic opener- Akido. Kate hated the SS Cardiacs’ girl’s voice. Les Dales Hawerchucks did not speak very good english and spoke alot about pretty girls from their small town. Deadly snakes were lackluster, so we left. On the whole an amazing evening of bilingual music enjoyment (in Toronto?!)