The conference yesterday was really quite interesting. I got to see the work I contributed to explained by the people who were doing most of the summer work. I got treated pretty well by most of the talks, which was nice.
And being tired while I was there meant -- despite my own intentions of shutting up to avoid asking stupid questions -- that I asked a bunch of questions. And I think they were pretty good. A little nerve-wracking that the others doing the same were mostly faculty, but I'm really not self-conscious about asking questions in this context. don't know why. I know
I had one very good idea; an undergrad was making a research proposal and I saw a strong analogy between what he was proposing at the discourse level and what the workshop was proposing at the sentence level.
Didn't get to stay very long, though; I had to catch a cab to the airport just before the end of the day. We got stuck in traffic the whole way; the cabbie didn't run the meter and I suspect there was some weirdness about the rate, but I was too tired to be very curious. Checkin told me that I would be assigned a seat at the gate ("which means 'sitting in back next to engine'", I muttered at the machine) and stood through long security lines with cranky B'more TSA telling me where to stand.
I arrived at the gate and was immediately called up and given a seat near the front of coach; so much for cynicism. Nine hours later, I emerged from the intra-spatial bardo that all airplanes and airports belong to, sniffly from too much airline time and too little sleep or quality food. I came back out through the giant long-term parking at San Jose and found my car and drove back to Palo Alto, found the hotel that beckyb
, and crashed at the hotel. The clerk asked me if I wanted a wake-up call, which I declined; I hadn't decided when I wanted to wake up. I called imtboo
, tired, and missing her, and (since I had internet access there) caught up on some email (though still
not livejournal!). When I finally got in bed, I fell asleep in seconds.