prayers of a rain god

Someone described the constitutional convention (I think) as "after failing to come up with one, they formed a committee of twenty which formed a committee of three, which then formed a committee of one" and she's like "okay, we took long enough on this, let's find the one guy who won't procrastinate."

I was actually worried I ended up going on the week where the Fuller Craft Museum was free, but it wasn't.
And I saw the World War I posters (mostly US, a few English, German/Austrian, Russian, and French, but no Ottoman or Greek or Italian, and all nations had their own style, and there was ancient Sudanese jewelry, and got a better look at the Kunstkammer. Bright Matter sounds really cool, but that doesn't open until the end of August, as does Landscape, abstracted and Pure Souls.

I was hoping there'd be something from Madagascar in the African room, but alas, there wasn't.

A woman was creeped out by a face on an Irish harp.
A different woman said "My cat would never sit there and allow me to paint his face."

A woman with tattoos of clouds, a bird, a rose, five pointed stars, hanzi, said "wow, my nose is really big from the side."
One of the people I drew was from Greece. The rest were probably from Massachusetts, specifically Quincy, or at least some part of New England. One of them wishes she could do art but she said she'd keep learning.

burning question: how do you think a baroque composer would interpret jazz?