Two Oslo pictures

Craig found a new friend.
On the fjord front early morning.

It's 5:49am in Oslo

Should have taken the full dose of ambien... Craig was up at 4 and all showered and beautiful with nowhere to go by 4:45. At which point I admitted defeat and so here we sit waiting for the starting gates on the morning buffet to open at 7am. There are some mighty tasty morsels for the early bird. Immediately after it is off to the station for our train to Bergen. Just so you know, while I write this, Craig is dipping into his book on greatest criminal defense arguments and has just shared with my tired brain a thrilling disquisition on 14th and 4th amendment rights. Will try to upload some pictures now.

yikes

So, some of my colleagues got funding to bring three artists to campus this fall and I assigned my students to attend one of the three performances. Tonight was the final one - Adelina Anthony, performance artist, doing her show: La Angry Xicana. I don't know why it didn't occur to me to suggest that they be sure that they wanted to choose this of the three shows, but half way through when she was doing a graphic bit about sex and I was looking at the short blond hair of my oh so returned missionary student two rows ahead of me, I thought, hmmm. I mean I know I am supposed to be all about pushing boundaries and helping youth explore their identities but I am not good at it which is why I became a linguist. There are no provocative movies to show, no problematic texts to discuss. Call me a coward. I remember when a new book came out for teaching third year Russian that had a theme for each chapter and had clearly decided to move beyond the traditional topics of 'home' 'education' etc. and so this book had a sex chapter and I just couldn't do it. There aren't many people I want to discuss sex with and my students are nowhere near the short list.

Doctoral family

There were four of us the last time we posed for this doctoral family tree shot, but Zbigniew is no longer with us so now we are three. Victor who directed Christina's dissertation, who directed my dissertation. Here we are at the end of the Macedonian conference letting down our hair - I think Victor wins on that front.

The prince and the pea

This is our bed which just keeps getting taller and taller as Craig continues his neverending quest for comfort. The latest addition is an Ikea mattress which rides upon the substrate of Sleep Number bed. He says he is sleeping like a baby. May it last.

A plague on our house

Sam came home from school today with a temperature of 102.8 so I guess we now have a case of the flu in our house. No cough which seems to indicate it isn't swine flu.

Conference Vignettes

1) Undercover cop arrives bright and bushy tailed on day one and leaves defeated after one and a half papers. Admittedly the first was in Macedonian and the second so 'linguistic' it might well have been in another language. He judged that the Greek patriots might also not be lured out to hear about vowel contraction and the like in Macedonian.

2) Cut to the afternoon when a very bright and very young grad student is reading his paper on something intensely linguistic; one of those language phenomena that people use but deny using. He utters the following sentence just as two burly local Greeks (in workmen's caps, no less) enter the room -- "their very existence is questioned..." which is of course the raison d'etre for these two chaps' presence: the questionable existence of Slavic Macedonians.  A bit of a back and forth ensues during the Q and A as we insist that they have to ask a question relevant to the paper (impossible of course) and they content themselves with leaving some "literature" and making their exit.

3) Day two contained the most contentious papers. Anything with "Alexander the Great" in the title is like a red flag to a bull. This particular Alexander the Great talk was fascinating. By an anthropologist who showed how both the Greeks and the Macedonians who are fanatical about the name question have found themselves a Pakistani tribe who purport to be descended from soldiers in Alexander's army. Who knew? Each country now offers scholarships to their respective 'tribespeople' to come and study in the homeland. 

4) I took my charge to provide food for the conferencees seriously. The day before it started Craig said to me "Honey, why are there 36 eggs in the fridge." Because Macedonians don't like the steady diet of muffins and other relentlessly sweet carbs that form the usual American breakfast buffet. So I boiled lots of eggs and we had sliced meat and cheese and fruit and I received many compliments on my egg boiling skills...

5) All of this could have only been accomplished with the help of our stellar project coordinator, Addie, who has more poise at her tender age than I do now. OK, she did lose it at one point on Friday when the lunch cart she was wheeling over to our building got caught on a pebble and the vat of soup went everywhere.