TO IRAN CAME I, BURNING, BURNING....
Our trip to Iran is just a couple of weeks away. And suddenly, something that seemed in the
distant future, is upon us. I have spent weeks creating and revising nine or ten PowerPoint presentations on topics I'll be lecturing on/conducting workshops/learning games on...and now am done with my preparations. Until tomorrow, that is...though now I'm tired of working on the
presentations. So far, when I think I'm done with working on a lecture, something else
comes to mind and so the next day I'm back revising the presentation.
I have a little red bag and am bringing eighteen of my books to Iran as gifts to the
university there. Eighteen different books. I know it is difficult to get books
in foreign countries and, by chance, we are flying on Turkish airlines which allows
passengers two suitcases free. So one of my bags is the red one with books...and other
stuff I'm putting in the bag so the books don't shift around and get damaged.
I don't know how many students I'll have or any other details. I will be giving a lecture
to some cultural studies professors, who are having a banquet in my honor. That
should be very nice. This Iran trip is an adventure that I could never have anticipated,
until I was invited. From what I've read in books, etc. Iran is a fabulous tourist destination
and now the New York Times and various tourism companies offer trips to Iran. And, if
you like pistachio nuts, it is--so I've been told--the center of the world.
Below is the Iranian translation of my academic murder mystery, Durkheim is Dead: Sherlock
Holmes is Introduced to Sociological Theory. The face on the cover is not Sherlock Holmes, or
so I imagine.
Our trip to Iran is just a couple of weeks away. And suddenly, something that seemed in the
distant future, is upon us. I have spent weeks creating and revising nine or ten PowerPoint presentations on topics I'll be lecturing on/conducting workshops/learning games on...and now am done with my preparations. Until tomorrow, that is...though now I'm tired of working on the
presentations. So far, when I think I'm done with working on a lecture, something else
comes to mind and so the next day I'm back revising the presentation.
I have a little red bag and am bringing eighteen of my books to Iran as gifts to the
university there. Eighteen different books. I know it is difficult to get books
in foreign countries and, by chance, we are flying on Turkish airlines which allows
passengers two suitcases free. So one of my bags is the red one with books...and other
stuff I'm putting in the bag so the books don't shift around and get damaged.
I don't know how many students I'll have or any other details. I will be giving a lecture
to some cultural studies professors, who are having a banquet in my honor. That
should be very nice. This Iran trip is an adventure that I could never have anticipated,
until I was invited. From what I've read in books, etc. Iran is a fabulous tourist destination
and now the New York Times and various tourism companies offer trips to Iran. And, if
you like pistachio nuts, it is--so I've been told--the center of the world.
Below is the Iranian translation of my academic murder mystery, Durkheim is Dead: Sherlock
Holmes is Introduced to Sociological Theory. The face on the cover is not Sherlock Holmes, or
so I imagine.