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All is well...
Nov. 2nd, 2001 06:13 pmNot that it is unusual, but the conference is going very well for me this year. I'm talking to more people who seem interested in my services, particularly after this morning's presentation. There was a good round of applause after I finished speaking, and if the overall reaction is anything like what I heard from people who came up afterward to chat with me, then my presentation was a success.
(One fellow came up with a big smile on his face and said, "You made the conference for me." Actually, by saying that, he made the conference for me, too.)
Now to hope that folks attending my presentation filled out the ubiquitous evaluation forms that the conference organizers put so much stock in (a drawing will be held to award one lucky evaluator a free conference entry at next year's gathering in Atlanta). It may help get a larger room or better time slot for next year.
This morning, during the ATA meeting of the general membership, I sat with Nora F., who started to doodle with some rhymes while listening to some of the, um, less riveting committee reports from the podium. She reminded me that today was the deadline for submitting a Burimé (from the French bouts rimés, or end rhymes) which have become something of a tradition in the Slavic Languages Division.
To wit, one Vadim Kh. has, over the past several years, gone around to folks near the end of the Division's annual conference dinner and solicited rhymes - in either Russian, English, or a mix - and then retired for about half an hour or so to compose a poem - often funny and always witty - using the specified rhymes. By the time he's finished reciting it, there's generally a riot of good cheer going on.
In any event, this year, folks were invited to submit a Burimé of their own, based on rhymes published in the most recent edition of the Division's newsletter, the SlavFile.
Being about as fascinated with the doings of the <harrumph> committee that were being chronicled from the front of the room, I started fooling around with the rhymes myself, and found myself actually developing a theme for a poem. I wrote about 80% of the thing while waiting for the floor to open up to member remarks, and then finished the poem during lunch.
Wouldn't you know... I won a prize.
More later, including the prize-winning entry. Right now, I have about 10 minutes or so to get myself dressed and downstairs. This year's Division dinner is being held at the Black Sea restaurant over in (I think) west L.A., and I do not want to be late...
Cheers...
(One fellow came up with a big smile on his face and said, "You made the conference for me." Actually, by saying that, he made the conference for me, too.)
Now to hope that folks attending my presentation filled out the ubiquitous evaluation forms that the conference organizers put so much stock in (a drawing will be held to award one lucky evaluator a free conference entry at next year's gathering in Atlanta). It may help get a larger room or better time slot for next year.
This morning, during the ATA meeting of the general membership, I sat with Nora F., who started to doodle with some rhymes while listening to some of the, um, less riveting committee reports from the podium. She reminded me that today was the deadline for submitting a Burimé (from the French bouts rimés, or end rhymes) which have become something of a tradition in the Slavic Languages Division.
To wit, one Vadim Kh. has, over the past several years, gone around to folks near the end of the Division's annual conference dinner and solicited rhymes - in either Russian, English, or a mix - and then retired for about half an hour or so to compose a poem - often funny and always witty - using the specified rhymes. By the time he's finished reciting it, there's generally a riot of good cheer going on.
In any event, this year, folks were invited to submit a Burimé of their own, based on rhymes published in the most recent edition of the Division's newsletter, the SlavFile.
Being about as fascinated with the doings of the <harrumph> committee that were being chronicled from the front of the room, I started fooling around with the rhymes myself, and found myself actually developing a theme for a poem. I wrote about 80% of the thing while waiting for the floor to open up to member remarks, and then finished the poem during lunch.
Wouldn't you know... I won a prize.
More later, including the prize-winning entry. Right now, I have about 10 minutes or so to get myself dressed and downstairs. This year's Division dinner is being held at the Black Sea restaurant over in (I think) west L.A., and I do not want to be late...
Cheers...
