It’s that time of year again, when scores of history boffins from around the world descend on a major US city to drink, give papers, drink, listen to papers, drink, be tortured in the Job Center, drink, and complete the walk of shame for four tweed-and-elbow-patchy-days. Yes, it’s the annual meeting of the American Historical Association, taking place in Boston, Massachusetts this year.
For shits and giggles, I plan to try and keep up on this blog and on Twitter a running commentary about all the activities, panels, and people I come across. Traditionally, for me, the AHA is largely a vacation to hang with friends (like Dr. Dobson over there) and meet some new people, with the occasional job interview thrown in for good measure (I don’t believe I have ever attended a panel…*shrugs*). But this year, I have no interviews (*shakes the angry fist*) and no real agenda, so I figure this largely random endeavor will give me something to do other than hunt out the local comic shops and Asian noodle bars. Hell, maybe I’ll even go see a panel to two. Just for you, people. Just for you…
The conference proper starts on Thursday, so we’ll get to it then. But in the meantime, I might pop back on later and record a few random observations about my travel day today…mostly just images and circumstances that struck me while I trekked through a plethora of American airports to reach Boston.
Welcome to the AHA 2011!