Cold fingers and Cheapness
Dec. 10th, 2007 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebeccmeisterI'm sitting on the floor of a conference room with my computer plugged in to an ethernet cable--we are staying at one of the most bizarre hotel complexes I have ever had occasion to experience, and if I wanted the convenience of internet in my room I would have to pay $5 a day (not exorbitant except in the context of the general expense of travel).
My sun-warmed limbs are cold here--it's 53 degrees, but the gaps between pants and socks are noticeable and this complex is clearly designed for the enjoyment of outdoor living (i.e. it's hella drafty). Clearly I'll have to find some long underwear before I go up to Seattle. The buildings here are a strange network and are alternately shabby and nice--beautiful furniture tucked in small corridors, and lush plantings intermingled with cheaply fabricated walls. The overall effect is displeasing--it's hard to find direct routes to conference rooms and easy to feel trapped between maze-like buildings. Not to mention the fact that it's damned difficult to know where to forage for reasonably priced food that's not in disposable containers.
Academic conferences are an odd but earnest endeavor, and reading The Gift of Good Land makes me hyper-aware of what can be accomplished and what cannot by gathering to discuss what we know and what it means.
My sun-warmed limbs are cold here--it's 53 degrees, but the gaps between pants and socks are noticeable and this complex is clearly designed for the enjoyment of outdoor living (i.e. it's hella drafty). Clearly I'll have to find some long underwear before I go up to Seattle. The buildings here are a strange network and are alternately shabby and nice--beautiful furniture tucked in small corridors, and lush plantings intermingled with cheaply fabricated walls. The overall effect is displeasing--it's hard to find direct routes to conference rooms and easy to feel trapped between maze-like buildings. Not to mention the fact that it's damned difficult to know where to forage for reasonably priced food that's not in disposable containers.
Academic conferences are an odd but earnest endeavor, and reading The Gift of Good Land makes me hyper-aware of what can be accomplished and what cannot by gathering to discuss what we know and what it means.
