Philadelphia
Dec. 1st, 2012 06:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fjmI arrived on Thursday, slept, then went for dinner with Stu Segal, Leanne ? and James Sheilds, and Alice Lawson to a pricy place called Fork which served me the best lamb of my life and a description of it that all but amounted to an introduction. Then I went to sleep again. In the morning I edited a chapter. About to go back to that.
I spent the winter of '93-94 in a small town called Wallingford just outside Philadelphia, while I worked on my PhD thesis. I was supposed to be spending every day in the American Friends Service Committee Archive but those of you who remember that winter will realise I didn't get a lot of time in the city. However I still have very find memories and as I haven't been back since the Millenium Philcon, I left the hotel yesterday and did some serious leg work (my pedometer blinked out at 10k steps and I had to reset it, but I think I did about 8 miles). You can see the results at @effjayem if you do twitter. I had a lovely morning and topped it with fabulous noodles in China town (and the purchase of a small, shiny souvenir that just fits in my handbag so isn't rash at all, honest).
Then SMOFcon panels in the afternoon--I think I want to suggest more workshops, at the moment they tend to be all Friday and that does't work with a chappess with jet lag--and in the evening to Marrakesh, a Moroccan place that does "family" meals, ie a set meal for everyone, and you get covered in towels. The meal naturally included couscous and filo pastry, and bless them, they replace every single thing I can't eat. It was delicious. Then Stu and his son Stephen wheeled me home and I succumbed to the awkward combination of jet lag and being one of life's larks. This will be my second weekend in North America in four weeks and I am Bad at it.
I spent the winter of '93-94 in a small town called Wallingford just outside Philadelphia, while I worked on my PhD thesis. I was supposed to be spending every day in the American Friends Service Committee Archive but those of you who remember that winter will realise I didn't get a lot of time in the city. However I still have very find memories and as I haven't been back since the Millenium Philcon, I left the hotel yesterday and did some serious leg work (my pedometer blinked out at 10k steps and I had to reset it, but I think I did about 8 miles). You can see the results at @effjayem if you do twitter. I had a lovely morning and topped it with fabulous noodles in China town (and the purchase of a small, shiny souvenir that just fits in my handbag so isn't rash at all, honest).
Then SMOFcon panels in the afternoon--I think I want to suggest more workshops, at the moment they tend to be all Friday and that does't work with a chappess with jet lag--and in the evening to Marrakesh, a Moroccan place that does "family" meals, ie a set meal for everyone, and you get covered in towels. The meal naturally included couscous and filo pastry, and bless them, they replace every single thing I can't eat. It was delicious. Then Stu and his son Stephen wheeled me home and I succumbed to the awkward combination of jet lag and being one of life's larks. This will be my second weekend in North America in four weeks and I am Bad at it.
