tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post2314412544902993170..comments2023-10-19T07:54:32.841-04:00Comments on Quod She: This conferenceDr. Viragohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03960384082670286328noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-21335443776630377532008-07-24T10:10:00.000-04:002008-07-24T10:10:00.000-04:00Hmm . . . I didn't see a lot of this, but then aga...Hmm . . . I didn't see a lot of this, but then again this was finally the conference where I decided that trying to get quality-time with the big names I know (and losing out to their long-established friends) was Quixotic. The conference is just too big to succeed in that much cohort-breaking.<BR/><BR/>(One thing that pleased me, though, was that most of the name-tag checking that I saw was followed up by actual conversation instead of swift ditching to more prestigious targets.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-43856812845826575722008-07-22T16:39:00.000-04:002008-07-22T16:39:00.000-04:00Hey Dr. V - we talked about this before lunch the ...Hey Dr. V - we talked about this before lunch the other day - I know what you mean and I observed a bit of it myself (although not in the same context). I'm still glad we got to hang out a bit - and I was happy to crawl all over the first castle with you - which means that I apparently also crawled all over that castle with Dame Eleanor AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT!!<BR/><BR/>At any rate, I'd love to see the pics when you put them up - you had a proper camera unlike my phone. The murder holes - oh my!medieval womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00457130525946143002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-88546160311108378002008-07-22T09:50:00.000-04:002008-07-22T09:50:00.000-04:00Forget the credit card. I'm still flummoxed over ...Forget the credit card. I'm still flummoxed over the "soothingly cool/calm presence!"<BR/><BR/>Hope you are enjoying the trip.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-1883178659942734842008-07-21T18:45:00.000-04:002008-07-21T18:45:00.000-04:00Jeffrey, maybe because you were trying so hard not...Jeffrey, maybe because you were trying so hard not to burn us to a crisp with your Stare of Death, you started posturing instead, in some strange conference version of the return of the repressed.<BR/><BR/>And it only looked like I gave Famous Medievalist her card back. Actually, by sleight of hand, I also stole her final dinner ticket and last I saw her she was desperately trying to buy one off of one of the local organizers.<BR/><BR/>(Seriously, for posterity's sake, and because my family reads this blog: I did NOT steal anyone's credit card. I just...um...ended up with someone's credit card. I gave it back promptly.)Dr. Viragohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03960384082670286328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-66897268755519890962008-07-21T15:47:00.000-04:002008-07-21T15:47:00.000-04:00I am so sorry to have postured so much! But I have...I am so sorry to have postured so much! But I have to insist that I was only pretending to posture, so it was posturing at posturing, and that doesn' count. Does it?<BR/><BR/>But more seriously I think that many people become anxious at this conference because it is small, and everyone spends a lot of time together ... and it can be scary to turn around and suddenly have David Wallace or Carolyn Dinshaw staring at you. I'm not sayng it SHOULD be, but let's face it for many of us it is -- and thus the lack of an off button for many attendees.<BR/><BR/>Maybe.<BR/><BR/>PS I am glad you went, and still cannot believe that you purloined that Famous Medevalist's credit card. I'm relieved that you eventually gave it back.Jeffrey Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17346504393740520542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-34637086312916034972008-07-21T12:54:00.000-04:002008-07-21T12:54:00.000-04:00Soothing? Calm? Huh. You know, a friend from col...Soothing? Calm? Huh. You know, a friend from college once said something similar. On the *inside* I feel like quite a nutty spaz, so this projected version of me intrigues me.<BR/><BR/>I liked hanging out with you, too. You were very definitely NOT one of the people doing the posturing, and for that I was extremely grateful.Dr. Viragohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03960384082670286328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15231380.post-56774681998021989172008-07-21T08:47:00.000-04:002008-07-21T08:47:00.000-04:00I've been to this one only once before, & ...I've been to this one only once before, & I haven't so much noticed the tension either time. I've been having a pretty good time, partly because I know a lot of people here (especially compared to Leeds). OTOH, I have noticed in myself a certain degree of insecurity along the lines of "oh, I'm nobody, I don't dare even speak to Famous Paleographer," so you may simply be more observant than I am (not hard, some would say). It was fun hanging out with you on the castle trip. You have a soothingly cool/calm presence.Dame Eleanor Hullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06512884104691200975noreply@blogger.com