One trek through downtown Toronto, one bus ride, one longish airport wait (made shorter by the higher alcohol content of Molson Canadian!), and two quite pleasant flights (see above), and I found myself back in SoCal, where it was a steamy 75 degrees at 10 pm. Today’s high of 95 made it quite clear that I wasn’t in the Great White North anymore. Which, my own enormous wonderful bed aside, was not altogether a good thing.
I spent most of today sorting through the developing crises surrounding weekend after next’s Media Studies conference. All appears to be under control, but only after a full ten hours of non-stop palpitations and breathless sweating of details.
If I ever mention that I’m organizing another conference, would someone… send me a really stern e-mail, or something.
The bottom line of all this racing-heart business is, alas, that I’ve done, seen, read, thought, said, or experienced absolutely Nothing interesting enough to bother writing here today. Either that, or I haven’t been able to sit still long enough to get interested in any of same. Here’s hoping for more, better, soon.