First of all, I had intended to thrill (well, maybe not thrill) you all by blogging live from the Carlos Bulosan Symposium. In fact, the title of my epic-length post was going to be "Live! From the Carlos Bulosan Symposium..." It was going to be so fantastic because I was going to send it directly into the ether without proofreading or editing of any sort. So perhaps a better title would have been "Raw! From the Carlos Bulosan Symposium..." Of course it doesn't matter much now since my lofty plans came to nothing because—and I find this highly suspect—I couldn't find an internet connection in the Library of Congress. Um, even my local public library has that. The exterior of my local public library, however, does not look like this:
And the interior of my local public library does not look like this:
Nor does the interior of my local public library dwarf me to such an extent that I feel the reality of being nothing, really, but a speck in the universe. See me here in the center of the picture? Not really? Squint your eyes. Still no? Told ya—a speck:
I must leave it at that for now, as I have things large and small to attend to here at the homestead. Let me just add that the weather was gorgeous, the company excellent, and the uninterrupted sleep blissful. Let me also add that I was feeling very nice and warm and lovely about my reading until someone posted a recap of the two-day event to the flips listserve and mentioned everyone except me. Hahahahahahahahahahaha! So while I'm still feeling fairly nice and warm and lovely about my reading, I'm not feeling all that unforgettable.
Which just goes to remind me once again: a speck!
Much more coming as soon as I'm able...