How Frozen Should Have Ended
This is perfection, I laughed so hard at the twist… See this. NOW!
- A tribute to the birds of NYC
New York 2014
- a tribute to the flowers of NYC
- a tribute to the squirrels of Central Park
New York 2014
- a tribute to American food
New York 2014
The Cloisters - details
New York 2014 (6)
The Cloisters - rooms and spaces
New York (5)
Seing the scyscraper vanish in the narrow clouds gave me an unvertain feeling of reversed vertigo. At lest, the cold and wet weather made it easy, not to skip too many conference sessions and to stroll around the city instead… Even Central Park was deserted - but for all those crazy runners!
New York (4)
First impressions at night: Times Square and Diamond District, Macy’s and NY Public Library (which for me is a must go for the next time!), Radio City Hall and the MoMA.
New York (3)
Already our arrival had given a nice impression of the city where everything is so much bigger: the buildings, the bridges, the cars - and the traffic jam.
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So suddenly I found myself in the middle of two continent without my presentation nor the pictures I needed. And again it was proofed that without friends you are nothing: The first thing after landing was organizing someone to get into our flat in the morning, getting my back up hard drive and sending me at least some of the irreplacable pictures (as an arthistorian, you are nothing without your obejcts, i.e. nothing with your pictures to show). The rest I had to get together via internet, and it really hurt not being able to use my own beautiful and thoughtfully taken pictures but having to often enough live with what wikipedia had to offer.
And it meant no sleep. After two nights without any rest and fueled only by adrenaline anymore, things went surprisingly well - thanks again to having good friends at my side. But instead of enjoying what we had worked for since more than a year, I hardly survived the day and could not enjoy to talk to our fascinating and kind participants as I would have wished for.
At least I was able to shake hands with Amy aka #caravaggista between sessions, whose talk was scheduled at the same time as one of ours.
RSA means a programm massive like a telephone book, 3 days with 50 sessions simultanousely, and thus having to decide between at least three intersting panels resultung in the constant feeling of missing the best things while being stuck in the boring one’s. RSA means meeting people, seeing old faces and new ones, collecting cards, getting stuff started, listening to rumors and stories. Giving a paper is rather an admission ticket to the great hustle and bustle that ensues in the much to short breaks and at the plenary events.
This year, the conference was set mainly in the Hilton Midtown, were we had taken a room, too. But I have to say, that is was a total diappointment regarding RSA-experiences: No swimming pool (which has a very practical use when the sessions start at 8:30 am and you are sharing the room with three other girls…) and the rooms were stripped down to the very basic service. The best thing was the view from the 13th floor into the deep valleys of Midtown.
New York (1)So, on March 26th, I went to New York. It was my fifth Annual Meeting of the RSA and besides my own paper, we had organized 3 panels. It was my third visit in the US and I was really lokking forward to finally see New York!
So beware, dear followers, there’s a lot of NY-stuff coming ahead…
As always, I’ve been super busy getting things done before my departure and had saved the flight to get my pp done. And the second picture shows, what you want to see at last in this moment: blue screen and sincere hard drive dash…
… a visit at the hairdresser won’t solve any problems, but it makes you feel much better. Though nothing will ever get better than my last hair cutting experience, sitting in the fireplace saloon of the palazzo while a gentle breeze was playing withe curtains of the large opened balcony and letting the view wander over the hustle of the Canal Grande. So I was a bit sorray errasing these last reminders of those strange, happy times…
Wow, I’m sooo behind schedule with posting pictures… so here we are recapping: what seems like a 100 years ago, it was my birthday, and since it fell in a most inconvenient time, there was no time to celebrate and not even the best man of all around. But he sent lovely flowers and I rewarded myself with a special present: …