Okay, the very large international conference massively disrupted by the volcanic eruption and its effects will live in memory, but this much smaller and more intime affair was characterised by tense anticipation yesterday and gloom today.
Even so, good papers were heard and good discussions had and good conversations outside sessions and connections made.
And on the level of petty egotistical vanity, it will never grow old to hear that people have read my work, use it in their teaching, their student became mad fangirl of Biography Subject, and to have an apercu of mine actually cited in one of the papers given, by somebody who isn't even in my disciplinary area, go me.
Also, The Seventies, an under-rated and unjustly despised decade, a case that is not only arguable in terms of its sff!
But one feels old, and as if life has somewhere switched to the wrong timeline, when one cites a phenomenon from one's uni days (hoops one had to jump through to get contraception) and realise that one also mentioned something (existence of grants) which is like saying, o, and we all were given pet dodos, but married women students were obliged to surrender them.
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