This email poured into the Global Worldwide Headquarters of Campaign Outsider today:
Dear Laughter Lovers,
Well, as promised, I’m up in Boston at the International Society for Humor Studies Conference. The conference proper hasn’t started yet, so I don’t have anything specific to report. But there was a party last night for humorologists, from here and abroad. Attending representatives of the international contingent included Matteo Andreone, of the Accademia Nazionale del Comico (“Compulsive Humorous Ploys”); Willibald Ruch, of the University of Zurich (“Dispositions Toward Ridicule and Being Laughed At”); and Dorota Brzozowska, of Uniwersytet Opolski (“Gender Stereotypes in Polish Family Jokes”), who I definitely will not be sharing my favorite Polish jokes with.
But maybe I will. Their wonky titles notwithstanding, I have always found the researchers—international and homegrown, men and women—to have very good senses of humor, taking their work, but not themselves, seriously. I feel right at home among them.
However, I don’t feel right at home where I’m staying in Boston. I’m a Yankees fan, and my hotel is at the epicenter of rabid Red Sox Nation. Here’s the view from my room:
And here are some of the infected streaming into yesterday’s game:
How can I cope with all this? Fortunately, there is a session this afternoon called “Coping and Humor,” chaired by Jon-Fan Hu, of National Cheng Kung University.
What say you, Red Sox Nation?