I sent an e-mail the other day that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to write. It was to Jim Palmer and Maura Clare at the Conference on World Affairs in Boulder. I told them I wouldn't be coming back this spring. I sent it, and stared into space, and was flooded with sadness.
I don't intend to write here about the Conference, which has allowed me to live more than nine months of my life in Boulder, one week at a time. I wrote about CWA in a 2009 blog entry titled the Leisure of the Theory Class. I need not tell you again about Howard Higman or Daddy Bruce Jr.
Ebertfest T-shirts on now on sale. They display the design above on Heather Grey, and come in sizes small to XXXL. All profits go directly to support Ebertfest and not into the Grand Poobah's pocket. At this point sales are only available in the United States, but our staff Foreigner, Marie Haws, is suitably exercised and vows that the Club will find a way to make purchases of Club goodies available almost everywhere. However Ebertfest T-shirts are not being sold by us. To order please visit 2010 Ebertfest T-Shirt.Note: Located outside the United States? You can can still purchase a 2010 Ebertfest T-shirt as long as you use a U.S. shipping address and then get an American "friend" to forward it to you, wherever that may be.
I have lived more than nine months of my life in Boulder, Colorado, one week at a time. Here I am again. Here more than anywhere else I have heard for the first time about more new things, met more fascinating people who have nothing to do with the movies, learned more about debate, and trained under fire to think on my feet. So please don't zone out on me because I use the zzzzz-inducing term "Conference on World Affairs."
For 61 years, this annual meeting at the University of Colorado has persuaded a very mixed bag of people to travel to Boulder at their own expense, appear with each other on panels not of their choosing, live with local hosts who volunteer their homes, speak spontaneously on topics they learn about only after they arrive, are driven around town by volunteers, fed at lunch by the university, and in the evening by such as CWA chairman Jane Butcher in her own home. For years the conference founder Howard Higman personally cooked on Tuesday night. The hundreds of panels, demonstrations, concerts, polemics, poetry, politics and performances are and always have been free and open to the public.