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Conference update...
Oct. 28th, 2011 05:48 pmThere are different ways of evaluating the worth of conference attendance.
If it is on the basis of having found prospecitve work, the bell was rung the first night, at the reception. If it is on the basis of the presentations, I am slowly warming up to the program I have selected, which included presentations yesterday having to do with subjects Slavic, and presentations today having to do with machine translation and marketing.
Last night was also the occasion of the traditional dinner of the Slavic Languages division, at a place called Vlora on Boylston Street at Copley Square. I was appointed the toastmaster for the evening, which is a pleasant enough duty (especially considering how the third toast—to the ladies—requires little story-telling power).
Dinner this evening will be with Boris and Jim, and whoever else we can draft, in continuation of a tradition begun around 2002 at the ATA conference in Atlanta, when a half-dozen of us elected to go off on our own rather than consume a "rubber chicken" banquet dinner under the auspices of the conference.
The place where I am staying (more about which later, maybe) had no space to accommodate me into Sunday morning, so I've since changed my flight back to New York and will be leaving Boston tomorrow, pretty much right after having delivered my presentation.
Mirabile dictu work has actually been piling up in my "absence."
Cheers...
If it is on the basis of having found prospecitve work, the bell was rung the first night, at the reception. If it is on the basis of the presentations, I am slowly warming up to the program I have selected, which included presentations yesterday having to do with subjects Slavic, and presentations today having to do with machine translation and marketing.
Last night was also the occasion of the traditional dinner of the Slavic Languages division, at a place called Vlora on Boylston Street at Copley Square. I was appointed the toastmaster for the evening, which is a pleasant enough duty (especially considering how the third toast—to the ladies—requires little story-telling power).
Dinner this evening will be with Boris and Jim, and whoever else we can draft, in continuation of a tradition begun around 2002 at the ATA conference in Atlanta, when a half-dozen of us elected to go off on our own rather than consume a "rubber chicken" banquet dinner under the auspices of the conference.
The place where I am staying (more about which later, maybe) had no space to accommodate me into Sunday morning, so I've since changed my flight back to New York and will be leaving Boston tomorrow, pretty much right after having delivered my presentation.
Mirabile dictu work has actually been piling up in my "absence."
Cheers...
