for your eyes only

One of the oddities of grad school is that when something good happens, you can't tell anyone. Who knows who else applied for a conference, scholarship, or even just a better room to teach in? So I turn to you, internets, to gloat.


See this place? It's an island in Venice. And I get to spend two weeks here in the fall. And then I get to go back for another week a year later. And the miso gets to go, too. Cuz we're smart.

Now don't go telling any other Classicist. All both of them.