2003
Train 91, Car 10, Room 7. On my way to Savannah.
I am not quite sure why I am going to this meeting. It’s been 12 years since my last International Textile and Apparel Association meeting, and I am not sure how many familiar faces I’ll see. So many of my older colleagues are retired or dead. How many of my age mates will be there? I didn’t see many familiar names on the program. But it will give me time to think and write, if nothing else.
Comment 2023
When the Textiles department was eliminated in the early 90s, I stopped attending ITAA. It seemed pointless and sad, and besides, it was at the same time of year at the American Studies Association conference. So this was an odd homecoming. I am thinking of doing the same thing next year with the Costume Society Meeting in DC, only not even registering. Just hanging out in the coffee shop/bar every day and seeing who drops by.
2014
Savoring fine wine/the whining comes tomorrow/ exams are graded #teacherhaiku
2017
Today is Wednesday. It is cold and gray, but not rainy like it was yesterday. We had an interesting Tuesday: first trip downtown to meet with Jim’s financial advisor, then lunch at Mike Franklin’s new restaurant in College Park at The Hotel (yes, that’s what it’s called). It was trivia night at Old Line Bistro, so I went and did one bad thing (Haley Joel Osment) and several good things. It was great fun.
According to the Tarot, I no longer need to plan my every move. That may be true, but who’s going to take over the moves that need to be planned?
Comment 2023
Astute readers will noted that I skipped this day in 2016. It was Election Day, and I was not up for anything except doom scrolling, far into the night. According to ChatGPT, the term “doom scrolling” because popular in 2020 during the pandemic, but I was definitely doing it in 2016.
I remember sitting in the sanctuary, probably the day after the election, with Barbara Eyman, both of us crying.