conditions of weightlessness
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yamamanamaThe line outside the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum was longer than I've ever seen it, but moved quickly enough until we got close to the entrance, where it stopped. I guess it was filled to capacity by then.
I didn't point this out the last time I was there, but the paintings are not arranged in any way except for what looked good to Isabella. And there's a lot of stuff there. There's a new wing with contemporary stuff, which I mentioned last time. This time it was photomontages of landscapes and cityscapes, including floating chandeliers possibly filled with Body Snatchers along 5th Avenue.
Someone hadn't heard of the heist. She thought the Rembrandt was being restored and I had to explain it to her and also I suspect the paintings were sold to people as forgeries. In her defense, there was an empty space in the blue room and that painting was on loan, and a statue of a Magus, not the Magus, is not there but that's because it shook around a lot during renovation. And it's reminding me that I need to play Chrono Trigger again.
Someone else has. She said they're making movie but I remember Brittle Innings, in which FOX bought the rights to the film and hasn't done anything with it.
In the yellow room, there was a painting that looked almost abstract at first, but you can see the sea when you look at it some more.
The thieves missed The Rape of Europa. Or maybe they weren't able to get to it in time or didn't realize it was worth more than anything else in the museum.
It's funny seeing a tapestry of Cyrus the Great or something and they're wearing contemporary clothing. It's like seeing Cyrus in a three piece suit.
A kid saw a depiction of dragons in the floor tiles on the third floor and was super-excited.
Someone had "wildflower" tattooed on her shoulder. Not a wildflower, just the word. Someone had thistle-pink poofy hair. It blended seamlessly into black, unlike the woman in New York, who had discrete whorls and strands of green against a dark mass of hair.
Spanish, I've noticed, sounds nice when spoken properly and not by fascist hicks who occasionally borrow the vocabulary and nasalize it to hell and back (it may or may not be obvious which specific words I'm referring to).
Burning question: If you were a baby duck, where would you go?
I didn't point this out the last time I was there, but the paintings are not arranged in any way except for what looked good to Isabella. And there's a lot of stuff there. There's a new wing with contemporary stuff, which I mentioned last time. This time it was photomontages of landscapes and cityscapes, including floating chandeliers possibly filled with Body Snatchers along 5th Avenue.
Someone hadn't heard of the heist. She thought the Rembrandt was being restored and I had to explain it to her and also I suspect the paintings were sold to people as forgeries. In her defense, there was an empty space in the blue room and that painting was on loan, and a statue of a Magus, not the Magus, is not there but that's because it shook around a lot during renovation. And it's reminding me that I need to play Chrono Trigger again.
Someone else has. She said they're making movie but I remember Brittle Innings, in which FOX bought the rights to the film and hasn't done anything with it.
In the yellow room, there was a painting that looked almost abstract at first, but you can see the sea when you look at it some more.
The thieves missed The Rape of Europa. Or maybe they weren't able to get to it in time or didn't realize it was worth more than anything else in the museum.
It's funny seeing a tapestry of Cyrus the Great or something and they're wearing contemporary clothing. It's like seeing Cyrus in a three piece suit.
A kid saw a depiction of dragons in the floor tiles on the third floor and was super-excited.
Someone had "wildflower" tattooed on her shoulder. Not a wildflower, just the word. Someone had thistle-pink poofy hair. It blended seamlessly into black, unlike the woman in New York, who had discrete whorls and strands of green against a dark mass of hair.
Spanish, I've noticed, sounds nice when spoken properly and not by fascist hicks who occasionally borrow the vocabulary and nasalize it to hell and back (it may or may not be obvious which specific words I'm referring to).
Burning question: If you were a baby duck, where would you go?
