Keeping The Receipts
I’m back baby. Back from this. From 10am last Saturday, until 10:30pm today I have been inundated with, dunked in, and squeezed full of Science. It’s been five days of: posters, symposia, brainstorming sessions, platform talks, overpriced (but life-support-ing) coffee, face-sheering-off Bostonian winds, room-sharing, note-taking, schmoozing, on foot GPS navigating and supervisor pleasing, and more.
And now I am home, re-enjoying the luxury of personal space and time. And filling in some gaps: the songs which whirred over the week without an escape hatch. Pieces prompted by relations on the rented minivan’s radio, or pieces of en passant conversations. At the moment it has been mostly:
And:
No classical. I almost never feel like listening to classical music after getting back from a trip. I need to come up with a very well thought out 5 second theory to explain that. Too tired to try that tonight though.
Night night!
