Tuesday, January 31, 2006


I really should not be flying off to Budapest this evening. I've got tons of work to do before Monday. Tons. But since I booked my trip to Hungary early last December, alas, I have no choice but to go. So I'm taking my thermal underwear across Europe and freezing my ass off in 15-degree F weather until Saturday. Which means I'll probably have to hibernate all weekend (i.e. work). In addition to tons of uni prep and revision, I've got quite a few conferences across the UK during the next few months, for which I must begin researching and prepping now.

In a ceremonious attempt to compete with last year's travel roster, I am going to Budapest alone. My first trip of 2005 was to Venice, where I also went alone. But as the story goes, I met lots of people there, and then gratefully ended up in some crazy girl's villa in Rome. When I went to Edinburgh alone, I met a friendly Scot in a pub who took me home for dinner to meet his wife and kids. So, who knows where my reputable socializing will take me in Budapest. Knowing me I'll probably genuinely compliment some lady's breasts in a Turkish bath and she'll kidnap me for an American green card. Ooo, I can't wait to relax in the baths. I wonder if anyone else will have textbooks with them while they're soaking?

I am able to shuttle off to Gatwick just as soon as the damn Oscar nominations come out. If Keira Knightley, Judi Dench, Bob Hoskins, Thandie Newton, or Rachel Weisz are nominated (they're the only Brits who possibly would be this year, I imagine), I must go interview them for soundbites. So here's hoping that none of them are! Oh. In actuality: I'm quite positive that I'll be sitting down with Rachel Weisz around 2pm, and then Judi Dench soon thereafter. I mean, how am I supposed to say, "C'mon, Dame Judi, spit it out, I've got a plane to catch"?

Also, with this small, albeit well-rounded portal into my life, flecked with Academia, Travel, Conferences, and Showbiz, if someone reading this knows nothing about me, he/she must be beyond confused. But so am I - eternally, mortifiedly confused - so don't worry and just go with it. And also cross your fingers that I make my flight in time. Brevity, Dame Judi, brevity!

Get busy living, or get busy dying. - Stephen King