Hank Fox took a bunch of nice photos at Eschaton. There’s Genie Scott, PZ, Larry Moran – and there’s Eric.
Eric and I had the opportunity for several long talks. He’s a compadre.
There is Dorothy Grasett. Dorothy gave me a beautiful wooden box her brother made, as a present. It’s here on the desk beside me.
That’s Saturday evening, before or after PZ’s talk.
And there’s one of me squirming.
Hank calls it relaxing, but it’s squirming. I always squirm. That’s Heina up in the right corner.
Thanks to Hank for letting me re-post a few. Go over there to see them all.
I love your socks.
I was glad to meet you too. Time is always too short at these conventions. Do you plan to go to Washington?
[PS – one S]
Way to squirm, squirmy. Conferences nearly always have those chairs, don’t they? I squirm on them too. Damn things.
Wish I could have been at Eschaton.
Hahaha I love my socks too. The striped ones I wore the day before are even better.
Dorothy – oops. Will fix. Time is always too short in these things, but in a way that’s part of their appeal – a superabundance of people one wants to talk to as opposed to a somewhat less than super abundance.
Thank you so much, again, for the beautiful present!
Washington – for Women in Secularism you mean? Absolutely. I look forward to seeing you there!
The chairs are quite good, latsot. I squirm no matter what the chairs are like.
What Rodney said.