Academics are a weird bunch

[retro_andi]

I don't mean weird, talks-aloud-to-themselves-in-the-back-of-the-room sort.    I mean the sort of weird-but-true group, the one that you wouldn't expect to do what you just saw or say what you just heard.  Case in point:

"Every time I look at a Welsh man, I'm always struck at how much their mouths look like a little anus."

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[karendy]

I could write a book on this subject, but I'll try to refrain from doing that here (I warn you that I might not succeed

[retro_andi]

Location certainly plays a role. To the best of my knowledge, no Harvard people were at the gallery--it was largely a BU set. That said, perhaps they felt the need to keep up with the academic Jones?

Truth of the matter is that I am strongly considering Boston as a academic home base. I don't mind if there are many different flavors, so long as there's one for me. Like you, I know that I don't want to devote my entire life to academia--I left St. Andrews because there was only one variety. I guess what I was (am) afraid of is that I might get suckered into a black hole without knowing it (I could go on about this particular fear but I won't). Perhaps I just need to check out other haunts to get a better feel for different interpretations.

[retro_andi]

The professors showed up for the holiday party. It was mostly lectures (with booze) where most of the mingling was done.