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hatam_soferet) wrote2005-05-22 11:24 pm
hatam_soferet) wrote2005-05-22 11:24 pm
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I went to the big fancy dinner where my stuff was being displayed...I left a big stack of my cards in front of it, and by the end there was only a little stack left, which was encouraging. I don't think Drisha's donors are the kinds of people who are going to send me hate mail, either, so if I get anything from that it ought to be positive.
I'd hoped to get there early enough to schmooze, just in case anyone got interested in my stuff, but it took the car I got a lift in nearly two hours to get the eight miles from our place to Manhattan. In the car we joked that it would be quicker to walk, but that really isn't a joke. It actually would have been quicker. The moral of the story is that if you don't have super-accurate traffic information, get the subway.
They had a nice lecture on illuminated manuscripts, given by one Sharon Mintz, who knows a heck of a lot about manuscripts. She talked very interestingly about manuscripts produced for the Jews in Vienna and suchlike places in the eighteenth century, focusing on books which were commissioned for women, and had illustrations which were supposed to be especially relevant to women. Fortunately mostly she talked about techniques and styles and historical context, though, which I liked a lot.
Dinner, funnily, was not really very good - I was glad I'd gone for free. The starter had two or three different kinds of dressing on its different parts, which made for a confusing, overly acidic, and not particularly pleasant combination of tastes. The main course was some exceedingly indifferent chicken with some kind of charcoal on it which might once have been a sauce, with four string beans, long ones, that someone had oh-so-cleverly tied in a knot. If they'd invested similar effort in keeping them warm, they might have been more palatable. There were some sad squash, too, which I think had been boiled and then grilled. I don't think they'd been salted, because they were tasteless and mushy, but flame-grilled. And I think the rice was supposed to be wild rice, but it had sad gritty bits in it so I didn't eat very much of it, opting to keep all my teeth intact. Dessert was a monster chocolate chip cookie, doughy, and filled with chocolate sauce. It was nice. But then I remembered that chocolate chip cookie dough makes me sicky, ever since I had cookies in college and then spent a couple of days in bed throwing up - carrot&coriander soup was part of the same thing, and I've never been able to eat that since without feeling nauseous - so I was rather sorry I'd eaten it afterwards. Fantastic decorations, though, sort of huge glass cones full of pink water, with a candle in them, and a ring of flowers somehow suspended around the glass.
I'd hoped to get there early enough to schmooze, just in case anyone got interested in my stuff, but it took the car I got a lift in nearly two hours to get the eight miles from our place to Manhattan. In the car we joked that it would be quicker to walk, but that really isn't a joke. It actually would have been quicker. The moral of the story is that if you don't have super-accurate traffic information, get the subway.
They had a nice lecture on illuminated manuscripts, given by one Sharon Mintz, who knows a heck of a lot about manuscripts. She talked very interestingly about manuscripts produced for the Jews in Vienna and suchlike places in the eighteenth century, focusing on books which were commissioned for women, and had illustrations which were supposed to be especially relevant to women. Fortunately mostly she talked about techniques and styles and historical context, though, which I liked a lot.
Dinner, funnily, was not really very good - I was glad I'd gone for free. The starter had two or three different kinds of dressing on its different parts, which made for a confusing, overly acidic, and not particularly pleasant combination of tastes. The main course was some exceedingly indifferent chicken with some kind of charcoal on it which might once have been a sauce, with four string beans, long ones, that someone had oh-so-cleverly tied in a knot. If they'd invested similar effort in keeping them warm, they might have been more palatable. There were some sad squash, too, which I think had been boiled and then grilled. I don't think they'd been salted, because they were tasteless and mushy, but flame-grilled. And I think the rice was supposed to be wild rice, but it had sad gritty bits in it so I didn't eat very much of it, opting to keep all my teeth intact. Dessert was a monster chocolate chip cookie, doughy, and filled with chocolate sauce. It was nice. But then I remembered that chocolate chip cookie dough makes me sicky, ever since I had cookies in college and then spent a couple of days in bed throwing up - carrot&coriander soup was part of the same thing, and I've never been able to eat that since without feeling nauseous - so I was rather sorry I'd eaten it afterwards. Fantastic decorations, though, sort of huge glass cones full of pink water, with a candle in them, and a ring of flowers somehow suspended around the glass.