Sobriquet 32.3: Repost From the MLA
Growing up in
So, there was always this rivalry between the two cities, with
Fast-forward a decade and ask me what I think of
Of course, not all cities suck. For every
But you know what? I like
In any case, the next time I feel the pressing need to see the big city, I will head here, to
Of course, my reason for being in town has little to do with sightseeing and everything to do with the Modern Language Association Convention. So far, it’s more or less exactly what I expected. Save for a few people who can’t stop rattling off their curriculum vitae, most folks seem quite affable. I’m always amused by these large-scale meetings, though. I find it odd when running into someone from school, for instance, that we feel the need to greet one another warmly simply because we come from the same place. I mean, there are always these little bumping-intos with people you’d not even nod to back home, folks that you know of but do not know. Yet here, invariably, the same two strangers rush towards one another, arms extended and shake hands vigorously. It’s funny. I suppose it must have something to do with the sense of being out of place that makes for these enthusiastic salutations, sort of like how two exchange students befriend one another in a host country less out of shared interests than out of shared foreignness. Still, it’s benign and, I suppose, could spawn a genuine friendship.