It is a Tuezday night, and here I find myself sipping a glass of wine in a hotel bar in Another City.
There isn't really a point to this post other than I don't have anyone to talk to and can't sleep.
Dear post-academic blogger friends! Wish you were here ... Oh well.
So what am I doing here? Well, I could spin you a tale about running away. About cashing out my bank account and catching a plane to someplace far away and fun. About hitchhiking 500 miles from home out of sheer boredom. About some bizarre and wild party that took a strange turn down a wrong road ... About smuggling drugs. About political scandals.
Of course, none of this is true. I'm traveling for work. Think Tank is hosting an event to "educate" interested parties about An Issue. I'm here to make copies and set up PowerPoints and conference phone lines and make sure lunch gets served on time, but I have nothing to complain about really. Dinner was good. And I learned that a former president of this organization, also a guest at dinner, thinks that Rick Perry is too stupid to be president, despite all the money he's still bringing in. At least we can agree on something.
What is it that Dr. Seuss says about "all the places you will go and the people you will meet"? What would Bill Cronon say about the company I keep?
Hey, I'm just a fly on the wall."I'm nobody! Who are you?"
So here I still am at the bar. I've effectively killed a half hour, but I'm still not tired. I have a history of getting into trouble (of a good kind) when bored. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. And the night is still young ... but I'm not so young anymore. Probably I will just sit here and have another drink and catch up on what all of you out there have been saying these last few days.