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Wednesday already?
Oct. 18th, 2006 08:20 amYeesh.
So, anyway. Had a really nice weekend. Friday night I stayed up late watching DVDs (Henry Rollins spoken word and, of course, MST3K) and drinking wine. Saturday I made my way to the High Museum to see the Louvre Atlanta exhibit, which was opening to the general public that day.
It was a little less crowded than I anticipated, which was nice. One floor was devoted to drawings from the Louvre collection, usually studies for various works of art. A few of them had never been publicly displayed before--my reaction to this fact ranged from "Wow, really?" to "No duh!", depending on the sketch in question. The sculpture and painting floor was also quite nice. I found myself particularly fascinated with a bronze sculpture of Venus preparing to spank Cupid with a bunch of flowers. There was a painting that an American artist had done of a gallery in the Louvre which showed how cluttered the place used to be (could still be, for all I know.) The paintings were practically stacked to the ceiling and the Mona Lisa was jammed in between a couple of religious paintings in one corner.
The exhibit, naturally, led into the gift shop, which led in turn into the modern art section of the museum. Which was a bit like being served a multi-course gourmet meal and being offered Twinkies and Ho-Hos for dessert. Pop art has its place, but right after Raphael isn't one of them. I just wasn't in the mood, so I exited and made my way home.
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docwhoopee, sis-in-law and friends of theirs and we went to the Plaza Theater to see a showing of Frankenstein. They made a big performance art show of it, with burlesque dancers, guys in monster costumes and a raffle for a dead body. (They did, in fact, deliver--it was the body of a chicken, mind you, but a genuine dead body.) The pre-show dragged a bit but the movie eventually came on. The print was scratchy at the start, but once it got into the movie proper it was very clean and sharp. Frankenstein is a bit quaint in its datedness, but it's a classic, so we forgive it.
Sunday I just slept a lot.
Tuesday, my workplace was broken into. (Again?) Somebody crowbared their way through the door, set off the alarm and made off with a laptop before the police could get there. We'll be getting a new door soon. And a new laptop.
I think I'm actually going to cook something tonight. Macaroni and cheese maybe. Or soup. Not sure yet.
Today I took pleasure in a nice hot mug of tea.
Today I learned that the new website for the Plaza Theater doesn't hit high on the Google charts.
So, anyway. Had a really nice weekend. Friday night I stayed up late watching DVDs (Henry Rollins spoken word and, of course, MST3K) and drinking wine. Saturday I made my way to the High Museum to see the Louvre Atlanta exhibit, which was opening to the general public that day.
It was a little less crowded than I anticipated, which was nice. One floor was devoted to drawings from the Louvre collection, usually studies for various works of art. A few of them had never been publicly displayed before--my reaction to this fact ranged from "Wow, really?" to "No duh!", depending on the sketch in question. The sculpture and painting floor was also quite nice. I found myself particularly fascinated with a bronze sculpture of Venus preparing to spank Cupid with a bunch of flowers. There was a painting that an American artist had done of a gallery in the Louvre which showed how cluttered the place used to be (could still be, for all I know.) The paintings were practically stacked to the ceiling and the Mona Lisa was jammed in between a couple of religious paintings in one corner.
The exhibit, naturally, led into the gift shop, which led in turn into the modern art section of the museum. Which was a bit like being served a multi-course gourmet meal and being offered Twinkies and Ho-Hos for dessert. Pop art has its place, but right after Raphael isn't one of them. I just wasn't in the mood, so I exited and made my way home.
That evening, I got together with big brother
docwhoopee, sis-in-law and friends of theirs and we went to the Plaza Theater to see a showing of Frankenstein. They made a big performance art show of it, with burlesque dancers, guys in monster costumes and a raffle for a dead body. (They did, in fact, deliver--it was the body of a chicken, mind you, but a genuine dead body.) The pre-show dragged a bit but the movie eventually came on. The print was scratchy at the start, but once it got into the movie proper it was very clean and sharp. Frankenstein is a bit quaint in its datedness, but it's a classic, so we forgive it.Sunday I just slept a lot.
Tuesday, my workplace was broken into. (Again?) Somebody crowbared their way through the door, set off the alarm and made off with a laptop before the police could get there. We'll be getting a new door soon. And a new laptop.
I think I'm actually going to cook something tonight. Macaroni and cheese maybe. Or soup. Not sure yet.
Today I took pleasure in a nice hot mug of tea.
Today I learned that the new website for the Plaza Theater doesn't hit high on the Google charts.
