This evening there was an auction of Esperantajxoj. People had donated a whole variety of things to be auctioned off, with proceeds going to ELNA. I donated a 
Fi Hajko coffee mug. It didn't attract many bidders, actually. Only one, in fact. The fellow who bought it seemed pleased to have it, though. When I met him first at Okemo two years ago -- he attended a haiku presentation I offered -- he already knew who Istvan Bierfaristo was. He came to my presentation again this year and wrote two haiku. And now, for $7, he is the owner of, as far as I'm aware, the only Istvan Bierfaristo Fi Hajko mug ever in existence in the history of the planet.
After the auction, there was more music, but it was too loud for me (I expect my father snickers to read that) so I've come downstairs to use the net for a few minutes before I head off to the dormitory for my last night here. I realize I don't really enjoy coming to conferences. When I was younger, I found I often did things I didn't like because I felt like I ought to -- like going out to movies I knew I wouldn't like. I go to conferences for much the same reason: I feel like I ought to. Other people actually get something out of coming to conferences. I suppose I get something, but not very much -- probably not enough toi justify the expense and the time of coming.