the day (or three weeks) after the party: post-event reflections, and my future odyssey into the world of ufological academia
W ell, as I sit in my darkened living room, following the Great California Deluge (at least so far for the Year 2023; the gods only know what's in store for us in the weeks, months and years hence), listening to the style galant of J.S. Bach’s son J.C., I reflect that it’s been just about exactly three (very long) weeks since the conclusion of the three-day Symposium I organized (with some great help from some great folks), an event which I hosted virtually from my alma mater out in Amish Country rural Pennsylvania. ( Post-event access is still available through 16 March, if you’re interested to catch the recordings of our 15 or so presentations—just follow the previous link.) I will leave it to others to review the sessions or the Symposium as a whole, as my role here is as plain reporter not critical evaluator. My esteemed interlocutor, Bryan Sentes (an invitee and participant of the event, who organized a fantastic cross-disciplinary panel at the conclusion of the very in...