Weather. Daffodils and azaleas are just beginning to bloom here. The folks I presented with yesterday were astonished to hear how warm it is (and has been) in Charleston.
Lack of automatic friendliness. I took a long, rambling walk this morning. Early on, I passed a man walking with two big dogs. I lifted my head. I looked him in the face, smiling, ready for the "Good morning!" when we got close enough to each other. Nothing! He turned his head, refused to meet my eyes, and walked by silently. This happened repeatedly, with other walkers, joggers, and folks out on the sidewalk. They pretended not to see me. I wonder: if I were here with Maybelle, would things change? In Charleston, she gets continual friendly feedback when she's out in the world (a phenomenon I've blogged about before). I wonder if a kid would alter the public interactions in Pittsburgh.
Mary Tremonte and Jenna Freedman, along with a student, assembling the zine we all made together yesterday afternoon at the Warhol Museum. So cool!
Given how these three look, can you guess which person at the event (not pictured) was visibly, obviously the academic in the bunch? It's okay--they were welcoming.