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yamamanamaInappropriate. One word about double entendres and I don't know what I'll do but it will be bad and I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Tumblr's search engine.
I'm like "dukes, the bathroom is locked." "double dukes, I just missed the train and had to wait twenty minutes." "triple dukes, I really need to pee. Even though I had a banana before leaving and that's fricking it. I didn't drink anything."
I filled out only 3 and a quarter pages with portraits.
It was a combination of "there weren't many people interesting enough to be drawn in spaces where they could be drawn" and "too crowded to draw people" and "I'm holding a carnation too" and "hey, so apparently lime juice eats through the paper bag."
The carnation, I later realized, could go in the ring binding of my sketchbook.
Anyway, Brookline Lunch is awesome. I brought it up when I went to the River Arts Festival, and I didn't eat there because it wasn't Thai and because something something danger zone something something giant space ants. I was thinking about eating there after visiting the MIT Museum but they close at 4 and it was almost 1 when I got there and I used their bathroom so I felt obligated to eat there. It's really, really good and I totally recommend it. I had the chicken curry. If that's not your thing, they also have omelets and salads and kebabs and pancakes. And I think you can get dolmas and hummus and stuff there, which is nice because dolmas are amazing.
Those of you time traveling to June 26, 2015 or visiting the MIT museum in the future, don't even bother looking for Union Street, just keep going down Mass Ave.
What robots can do for us, 2015 edition: robot cats with Kano from Mortal Kombat eyes. I'm guessing they're guard cats that shoot laser beams at intruders. Fred the Robot says hi. R2-D2 shoots fire from his butt.
There were some scale models of buildings in Cambridge (or was it Boston? I didn't see R2-D2 or the Pru or anything) and a model railroad in some trenches that doesn't actually exist. Maybe that's where the Red Line. One of them was set up so you could play Tetris on it.
One of the lights at the bottom is dead, which means you can fuck yourself over without noticing. I got ten lines, though.
There are musical instruments from Africa and Asia but I don't think those are part of the museum proper. Check them out, though.
There are mosaics in the bus shelters in Kyrgyzstan. These are photos of desolate places, including Afghanistan and an overgrown railroad bridge in New York, but I don't think these are the same photographs of desolate places I saw in Paradise Risen.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/464/19156166326_4714ac0dfb_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/488/18996141299_9e96753327_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/529/18994578900_71d7c9d0de_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/426/18994687258_b84c5fc315_b.jpg
this is a ferrofluid, which looks like some kind of oil and contains a magnetic suspension. It looks like a peanut butter cup. There are three magnets to play with.
http://c4.staticflickr.com/4/3888/18559813394_f3bbd1c4a2_b.jpg
a kid wanted the orange, green, and white balls to bounce at the same time.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/556/18559633834_f19c05d2ab_b.jpg
water droplet
you're encouraged to capture a crown here, but the camera delay is so imprecise I couldn't pull it off.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/376/18994434460_de886687b6_b.jpg
water waves. What this taught me is that some things that look good in motion make bad still photographs.
There was a bubble web with fans inside or something. Unfortunately, that didn't come with a camera.
And there was a scanner and various objects you could scan closeups of. They were both occupied and really slow, so I didn't get any pictures, but their flickr page has some cool stuff.
there's some pretty cool stuff on their flickr page.
closeups of agate and opals, water streaming from a fountain at an exposure of 1/75000 s, a hammer striking glass.
there's a thing where you could move some sliders and press buttons and it would play variations on a theme based on where the sliders were and a screen would visualize it for you.
there's a zipperbot.
there's a screen where you can dance and it would visualize it.
there's an arm but it's out of order.
there's a teapot in a fishtank.
there's a circle of laser beams and the MIT seal, you can break the beams with your hand to make sounds.
there are hanging strands you can push around, and the lights blink out when you do it. It's entitled Faltering Stars and if I didn't have a theme going with the titles, I'd probably use that. Either that or "songs of sentient beings" which is a blurry and ghostly photograph in the modern wing of the MFA.
there's a wheelless bicycle by a guy named Benoit. Balls.
***
someone put up a poster that said "women are not outside for your entertainment."
someone added men and, someone else crossed that out and wrote turtles.
some notallmen bag with which one douches said something and someone responded with "I can see your neckbeard from here."
Out of the Blue Gallery has something about Tuesday Night storytelling.
***
A guy noticed a horse in Picasso's painting Rape of the Sabine Women had two mouths and called it "horse meets Predator." I don't know. Predator's invisible. Well, not totally, he has that telltale shimmer. And spoiler alert, Predator is one of Archer's biggest fears and he tends to obsessively research his biggest fears, so I'm sure he knows more about Predator than you do.
she's like "guess what this painting is called. Well, it's in Spanish."
he's like "uh, Cool Runnings?"
she's like "Nope. Glass, pipe, and playing cards."
I probably misremembered the actual title.
A woman with glasses was drawing one of the sculptures in the European wing with a ballpoint pen. We talked about happy accidents and my inability to replicate them when I was trying.
There's a lobster effigy in the South American native section that I think looks more like an anomalocaris.
On the bright side, the way home involved a few "dukes… no, wait." moments, when I heard the train arrive when I don't have enough time to run to the platform, but saw that it was outbound, or when I saw the train close its doors at Park Street as I was going down the stairs and then noticing it was an Ashmont train.
Someone was talking about Filipino cuisine. They have this thing called chocolate beef, which isn't beef with chocolate and vodka and parmesan cheese on it like chocolate spaghetti, nope, it's beef or possibly pork in a stew of blood, vinegar, and garlic. I've heard halo-halo is really tasty, despite being "throw whatever we can find in a cup." Which has worked in the past. I had a recipe from someone who was half-Filipino but it's forever lost.
Don't do this: put cantaloupe, apple, and banana in a blender. It tastes like "extremely watered-down cantaloupe, add in the powdery texture from dry cantaloupes and apples. The worst part was that the liquid sank to the bottom and all that was left was a dry fluffy monstrosity" to paraphrase my friend.
Do this instead: throw a banana, a kiwi, a pear, some maraschino cherries, orange sherbet, and chocolate chips in a blender instead. Don't ask me what the proportions are; I've long-since forgotten them.
If you fail at halo-halo, you can always throw in a potato, carrots, celery, a melange of spices, and a Capri Sun and dump it in a toilet somewhere.
burning question: so we're just done with phrasing, right, that's not a thing anymore?
I'm like "dukes, the bathroom is locked." "double dukes, I just missed the train and had to wait twenty minutes." "triple dukes, I really need to pee. Even though I had a banana before leaving and that's fricking it. I didn't drink anything."
I filled out only 3 and a quarter pages with portraits.
It was a combination of "there weren't many people interesting enough to be drawn in spaces where they could be drawn" and "too crowded to draw people" and "I'm holding a carnation too" and "hey, so apparently lime juice eats through the paper bag."
The carnation, I later realized, could go in the ring binding of my sketchbook.
Anyway, Brookline Lunch is awesome. I brought it up when I went to the River Arts Festival, and I didn't eat there because it wasn't Thai and because something something danger zone something something giant space ants. I was thinking about eating there after visiting the MIT Museum but they close at 4 and it was almost 1 when I got there and I used their bathroom so I felt obligated to eat there. It's really, really good and I totally recommend it. I had the chicken curry. If that's not your thing, they also have omelets and salads and kebabs and pancakes. And I think you can get dolmas and hummus and stuff there, which is nice because dolmas are amazing.
Those of you time traveling to June 26, 2015 or visiting the MIT museum in the future, don't even bother looking for Union Street, just keep going down Mass Ave.
What robots can do for us, 2015 edition: robot cats with Kano from Mortal Kombat eyes. I'm guessing they're guard cats that shoot laser beams at intruders. Fred the Robot says hi. R2-D2 shoots fire from his butt.
There were some scale models of buildings in Cambridge (or was it Boston? I didn't see R2-D2 or the Pru or anything) and a model railroad in some trenches that doesn't actually exist. Maybe that's where the Red Line. One of them was set up so you could play Tetris on it.
One of the lights at the bottom is dead, which means you can fuck yourself over without noticing. I got ten lines, though.
There are musical instruments from Africa and Asia but I don't think those are part of the museum proper. Check them out, though.
There are mosaics in the bus shelters in Kyrgyzstan. These are photos of desolate places, including Afghanistan and an overgrown railroad bridge in New York, but I don't think these are the same photographs of desolate places I saw in Paradise Risen.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/464/19156166326_4714ac0dfb_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/488/18996141299_9e96753327_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/529/18994578900_71d7c9d0de_b.jpg
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/426/18994687258_b84c5fc315_b.jpg
this is a ferrofluid, which looks like some kind of oil and contains a magnetic suspension. It looks like a peanut butter cup. There are three magnets to play with.
http://c4.staticflickr.com/4/3888/18559813394_f3bbd1c4a2_b.jpg
a kid wanted the orange, green, and white balls to bounce at the same time.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/556/18559633834_f19c05d2ab_b.jpg
water droplet
you're encouraged to capture a crown here, but the camera delay is so imprecise I couldn't pull it off.
http://c1.staticflickr.com/1/376/18994434460_de886687b6_b.jpg
water waves. What this taught me is that some things that look good in motion make bad still photographs.
There was a bubble web with fans inside or something. Unfortunately, that didn't come with a camera.
And there was a scanner and various objects you could scan closeups of. They were both occupied and really slow, so I didn't get any pictures, but their flickr page has some cool stuff.
there's some pretty cool stuff on their flickr page.
closeups of agate and opals, water streaming from a fountain at an exposure of 1/75000 s, a hammer striking glass.
there's a thing where you could move some sliders and press buttons and it would play variations on a theme based on where the sliders were and a screen would visualize it for you.
there's a zipperbot.
there's a screen where you can dance and it would visualize it.
there's an arm but it's out of order.
there's a teapot in a fishtank.
there's a circle of laser beams and the MIT seal, you can break the beams with your hand to make sounds.
there are hanging strands you can push around, and the lights blink out when you do it. It's entitled Faltering Stars and if I didn't have a theme going with the titles, I'd probably use that. Either that or "songs of sentient beings" which is a blurry and ghostly photograph in the modern wing of the MFA.
there's a wheelless bicycle by a guy named Benoit. Balls.
***
someone put up a poster that said "women are not outside for your entertainment."
someone added men and, someone else crossed that out and wrote turtles.
some notallmen bag with which one douches said something and someone responded with "I can see your neckbeard from here."
Out of the Blue Gallery has something about Tuesday Night storytelling.
***
A guy noticed a horse in Picasso's painting Rape of the Sabine Women had two mouths and called it "horse meets Predator." I don't know. Predator's invisible. Well, not totally, he has that telltale shimmer. And spoiler alert, Predator is one of Archer's biggest fears and he tends to obsessively research his biggest fears, so I'm sure he knows more about Predator than you do.
she's like "guess what this painting is called. Well, it's in Spanish."
he's like "uh, Cool Runnings?"
she's like "Nope. Glass, pipe, and playing cards."
I probably misremembered the actual title.
A woman with glasses was drawing one of the sculptures in the European wing with a ballpoint pen. We talked about happy accidents and my inability to replicate them when I was trying.
There's a lobster effigy in the South American native section that I think looks more like an anomalocaris.
On the bright side, the way home involved a few "dukes… no, wait." moments, when I heard the train arrive when I don't have enough time to run to the platform, but saw that it was outbound, or when I saw the train close its doors at Park Street as I was going down the stairs and then noticing it was an Ashmont train.
Someone was talking about Filipino cuisine. They have this thing called chocolate beef, which isn't beef with chocolate and vodka and parmesan cheese on it like chocolate spaghetti, nope, it's beef or possibly pork in a stew of blood, vinegar, and garlic. I've heard halo-halo is really tasty, despite being "throw whatever we can find in a cup." Which has worked in the past. I had a recipe from someone who was half-Filipino but it's forever lost.
Don't do this: put cantaloupe, apple, and banana in a blender. It tastes like "extremely watered-down cantaloupe, add in the powdery texture from dry cantaloupes and apples. The worst part was that the liquid sank to the bottom and all that was left was a dry fluffy monstrosity" to paraphrase my friend.
Do this instead: throw a banana, a kiwi, a pear, some maraschino cherries, orange sherbet, and chocolate chips in a blender instead. Don't ask me what the proportions are; I've long-since forgotten them.
If you fail at halo-halo, you can always throw in a potato, carrots, celery, a melange of spices, and a Capri Sun and dump it in a toilet somewhere.
burning question: so we're just done with phrasing, right, that's not a thing anymore?
