This is the perfect metaphor... doubtless someone already positioned it thinking just that, but I was delighted to take advantage... It was at the top of the steps leading down to the Broadway-Lafayette subway stop, and nb the remnants of snow. All day, the temperature has hovered dankly around the mid 30s, but it hasn't yet precipitated, so I managed to do some errands while dealing, yes, with graduate studies business with the other hand. No good news (but no new bad news) to report.
I so love being in NYC - and have done since 1979 - even when it's cold and grey. Some bits of it never seem to change, at all.
and then back to the mid-town Hilton and CAA, and the customary irritation of clashing panels, when one really can't be in two places at once (and yes, this is happening again tomorrow ...). But I was very glad to go to one on C19th seaweed albums, by Amber Hickey - for a while, I thought Well, this really isn't telling me anything I don't know ... I really should have gone to ... and then it came alive when she started to talk about (with video) her own experiences pressing seaweed, and everything that isn't in the standard Victorian manuals, and handing round her own examples, and once again the importance of integrating practice and historical research was brought home ...
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