post-conference fiesta

I am really happy with what happened at our session and excited about the possibilities. The professor earnestly thinks I would get published. Graduate scholarships will rain down upon me, and Harvard will be knocking at the door, he teased. I felt an instinctive pang of anxiety, remembering USC's silver plattered future and how I threw it back in their face. Anyway, at the very least, I have a head start on my master's thesis, if the cultural anthro transnationalism/migration path is what I choose over archaeology. I'm still torn.

Afterward, the family I'm staying with had a food bonanza: salad with fresh chunks of crabmeat; prime rib roast with au jus; another entree with beef in tomato-based sauce, red peppers, and potatoes; baked white fish; Hawaiian bread rolls; corn, rice, baked potatoes, spaghetti, cheesecake, and local red wine.

I was so much more excited about that dinner than the actual anthropology meeting. I really think I'd like to be a chef. There goes that academic death-wish again.