conspiracy theories
Nov. 28th, 2015 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaIt was probably one of the last nice days of the year.
A woman I drew on the way in had a silver waxing crescent pendant.
Two people said their portrait was incredible and then went back to their conversation in what I think is Spanish, but between train noise and Rose Polenzani and my inability to tell what ethnicity someone is, it may have been Arabic. I was going to say it wasn't Judeo-Spanish but apparently Judaeo-Spanish is still spoken and it's a recognized minority language in Bosnia, which isn't quite the last place I'd think but is up there but further research tells me that Bosnia was an Ottoman province at the time, France, which I'm even more surprised about because France can't stand the fact that Basque and Breton exist, Turkey, which makes sense because a lot of Spanish Jews ended up there after the Reconquista, and Israel because duh. It's not recognized in Spain, of all places, or anywhere in the New World, where the Jews who converted to Catholicism ended up. So, in other words, maybe they were speaking Judaeo-Spanish. They were fairly young, but Wikipedia says most speakers are elderly, not all speakers are elderly.
There was an exhibit with three chunks of red resin with bits of wood embedded in it. A woman described them as geodes of shit. I didn't get to see them last time I was there because there were a fuckton of people in there all sketching one of the museum's resident artist models.
Someone was really excited about some drawers that looked like a two-pronged heart and had to point it out to her friend Sarah. If they're on the website, I can't find it. If you're familiar with the MFA, it's in the room on the second floor overlooking the Zen Garden and linking the Impressionism room with the contemporary section.
Elsewhere in the room was a woman with blonde and green hair.
Marilyn measured out stuff with a tape measure and later sat in the corner. On day ten she watched a sphere of ice melt for six hours.
Someone's way of looking at spacetime was too long to transcribe, someone's view on time was not only too long to transcribe but in Chinese, which would mean I'd either have to copy it by hand or try to write in Chinese on my iPod, one's view was that every year is shorter than the previous one which sometimes isn't true for me.
A woman with short hair who looked very familiar got a permit to set up an easel and oil paints in an effort to recreate a Dutch portrait. She said she spent around 13 hours so far.
A man said to his friend that he thinks they should play a video of typewritten paper being dipped into chemicals that separate the ink from the paper and dissolve it away into black.
His friend said he was missing the point: it's a detypewriter.
The problem with the journey home is that everyone I wanted to draw in detail had to get off the train before I could draw them in detail. Also, the preaching frog guy was back and I was listening to Rose Polenzani sing about how she was beaten up psychologically and imagining herself lying on a playground blacktop being beaten up until she could feel the pain in her jaw. I'm sure anything he had to say wasn't terribly important.
She (not Rose Polenzani, kupo) thanked me for her portrait so I'm sure she liked it despite the fact I had to rely on her reflection in the window.
Meanwhile, in Colorado Springs, the Vatican of Evangelicals, there was a shooting at a Planned Parenthood, and that's what happens when Breitbart's media empire vilifies a legitimate organization and erroneously and/or deliberately accuses them of selling baby parts.
Not one word for the usual suspects, of course. Sometimes I give people too much credit.
At least, there wasn't one word from the usual suspects upon going to bed last night. Upon writing this, one of the usual suspects remained silent and one of the usual suspects made a thinly veiled attack on Planned Parenthood. I just know we'd never hear the end of it if the shooter was from Zuleekistan or something.
I met a woman with very short pale blue hair.
Burning Question: When do you think it's acceptable to start playing holiday-themed music?
A woman I drew on the way in had a silver waxing crescent pendant.
Two people said their portrait was incredible and then went back to their conversation in what I think is Spanish, but between train noise and Rose Polenzani and my inability to tell what ethnicity someone is, it may have been Arabic. I was going to say it wasn't Judeo-Spanish but apparently Judaeo-Spanish is still spoken and it's a recognized minority language in Bosnia, which isn't quite the last place I'd think but is up there but further research tells me that Bosnia was an Ottoman province at the time, France, which I'm even more surprised about because France can't stand the fact that Basque and Breton exist, Turkey, which makes sense because a lot of Spanish Jews ended up there after the Reconquista, and Israel because duh. It's not recognized in Spain, of all places, or anywhere in the New World, where the Jews who converted to Catholicism ended up. So, in other words, maybe they were speaking Judaeo-Spanish. They were fairly young, but Wikipedia says most speakers are elderly, not all speakers are elderly.
There was an exhibit with three chunks of red resin with bits of wood embedded in it. A woman described them as geodes of shit. I didn't get to see them last time I was there because there were a fuckton of people in there all sketching one of the museum's resident artist models.
Someone was really excited about some drawers that looked like a two-pronged heart and had to point it out to her friend Sarah. If they're on the website, I can't find it. If you're familiar with the MFA, it's in the room on the second floor overlooking the Zen Garden and linking the Impressionism room with the contemporary section.
Elsewhere in the room was a woman with blonde and green hair.
Marilyn measured out stuff with a tape measure and later sat in the corner. On day ten she watched a sphere of ice melt for six hours.
Someone's way of looking at spacetime was too long to transcribe, someone's view on time was not only too long to transcribe but in Chinese, which would mean I'd either have to copy it by hand or try to write in Chinese on my iPod, one's view was that every year is shorter than the previous one which sometimes isn't true for me.
A woman with short hair who looked very familiar got a permit to set up an easel and oil paints in an effort to recreate a Dutch portrait. She said she spent around 13 hours so far.
A man said to his friend that he thinks they should play a video of typewritten paper being dipped into chemicals that separate the ink from the paper and dissolve it away into black.
His friend said he was missing the point: it's a detypewriter.
The problem with the journey home is that everyone I wanted to draw in detail had to get off the train before I could draw them in detail. Also, the preaching frog guy was back and I was listening to Rose Polenzani sing about how she was beaten up psychologically and imagining herself lying on a playground blacktop being beaten up until she could feel the pain in her jaw. I'm sure anything he had to say wasn't terribly important.
She (not Rose Polenzani, kupo) thanked me for her portrait so I'm sure she liked it despite the fact I had to rely on her reflection in the window.
Meanwhile, in Colorado Springs, the Vatican of Evangelicals, there was a shooting at a Planned Parenthood, and that's what happens when Breitbart's media empire vilifies a legitimate organization and erroneously and/or deliberately accuses them of selling baby parts.
Not one word for the usual suspects, of course. Sometimes I give people too much credit.
At least, there wasn't one word from the usual suspects upon going to bed last night. Upon writing this, one of the usual suspects remained silent and one of the usual suspects made a thinly veiled attack on Planned Parenthood. I just know we'd never hear the end of it if the shooter was from Zuleekistan or something.
I met a woman with very short pale blue hair.
Burning Question: When do you think it's acceptable to start playing holiday-themed music?
