Well, that was one of the best times I’ve ever had. You might surmise from the fact that it’s been 36 hours since the meeting and I’m just now posting about it that I had too large a time, and indeed most of yesterday was spent recouping my precious bodily fluids.
I don’t think we decided anything of importance, correct me if I’m wrong here, but we did get some things done. We ratified and signed the Charter (everyone got his own copy, suitable for framing); we acclaimed our officers, such as they are; we engrossed our Lichtenbergian Efforts for 2007 into the Record then engrossed our Proposed Efforts for 2008. That was interesting, because rather than a stately confession, which would have been dreary, it was a relaxed, open discussion of our goals and wishes, and it’s always fascinating to discover how multitalented the group is.
Throughout, there were toasts: to Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (who, far from being some obscure Enlightenment aphorist, turns out to be a major if inconsequential Enlightenment aphorist); to the Corroborative Evidence, consigned to the flames; to our Efforts; to our Proposed Efforts. There may have been one or two more. Memory is unclear. The first toast, to GCL, was made with the little bottle I had bought in Waldkirchen/Hofvonstein. It was labeled as being from Waldkirchen, but that’s all the ID it had. The ladies in the shop sort of giggled when I picked it up, saying only that it was “eine Spezialität” of the area. So of course it was moonshine, which probably makes sense given Waldkirchen’s history of gold-mining days.
And then we talked and talked and talked about Art: what is it? Who knows? We certainly got nowhere in our discussion, but it was the creative, intelligent conversation that was the attraction. We probably could have been more determined to at least examine the sources of our creativity, although we did give both God and evolutionary forces a tip of the hat, but perhaps we can continue the conversation next year.
The night was cold and drear, but after it stopped drizzling and the fire was really going, it was not bad at all. For seven hours we talked and toasted and were simply together. It was an amazingly good time.
For the record, there was no naked dancing, although several of us did accept the Mark, a handprint of ash on our chests. Well, Matthew didn’t take his on his chest, but you get the idea. We also all accepted a coal from the fire to set on our desks as a reminder of our Lichtenbergian ideals, whatever those turn out to be.
Next Annual Meeting: Saturday, December 20.