As I sit at the Huck Finn's Cafe in New Orleans, the following random thoughts are running through my mind:
Shrimp po-boys are wonderful!
Only at the Society of Biblical Literature Conference can you sit in an Arby's with someone you've never met and discuss Hebrew morphemes.
Portions of the French Quarter, especially Bourbon Street, can well be described as institutionalized debauchery.
I feel sorry for finicky eaters. When they come to a city like New Orleans, they are stuck eating the usual fare while the rest of us enjoy new and different things.
If the SBL conference hotels caved in, would the church noticeably miss the guild of biblical scholars in reference to its mission in the world?
Any restaurant that automatically has Tabasco Sauce on every table along with the salt and pepper is first-rate in my book!.
Some scholars take themselves and their work much too seriously, while others know they are part of a long-line of diggers and dreamers that will continue long after they are dead.
There are some excellent papers given at SBL.
There are some terrible papers given at SBL.
On Sunday morning, I do not attend any sessions. I find a church in which to worship.
It is good to be a member of a society whose conference is in a different city each year.
Perhaps two of the great things about SBL is seeing old friends and visiting the book displays (and buying, of course).
And the best thing about SBL-- returning home to my family!