from anxiety to impatience
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yamamanamaI don't want to say we're in the clear but I think we're in the clear. I don't know what Nicole is doing but I don't think anyone knows. This week has been a real nailbiter. I've learned that it's really hard to predict the intensity of a hurricane and to ignore the intensity graph on Weather Underground. Also, I'm disappointed that there won't be a Tropical Storm Olivia this year because it's not like Ashley or something.
To Ashley, I described the color of a male kingfisher by showing her the portrait of Amy I did. I didn't see anyone with that shade of blue. Mostly pinks and reds. A woman with red hair had a dog with her and unfortunately she didn't get on the train car I did and I'm sad now but I did meet a dog walking to Symphony station. A woman with purple braids and a Woody pin on her bag sat near me on the red line.
Graffiti depicted a dragon and the words Not Safe For Wall.
Ronan (she was heading home from Japan Fest at the time I was heading home from Verdi's Requiem) has streaks of mallard green in black hair now. Changes it pretty much monthly according to Jenna. I've never met Nazir or Jenna before, as far as I know.
As we crossed the river, I saw a few egrets and a heron.
Someone looked like Sadness with a different color scheme and the lack of a perpetual mopey expression, but she had the hairdo and the high-necked sweater and the glasses.
I asked Cassia if she's ever read The Cult of Loving Kindness and she hasn't and she says she really likes when she sees her name. It's a really nice name, I think. At the MFA, she said "wait, shit, I'm supposed to be on the B line."
A woman was playing things like Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies and The Entertainer on the piano outside the MFA. She asked if I was a professional artist and I asked if she's a professional pianist and she said no but she is thankful for any opportunity to practice.
In The Clock, see the burning question. If I remember correctly, he was talking to a kid but it might have been an adult sitting down and it looked like it was set in the late 19th century.
It was from an older color film and I can't find the quote anywhere. There's an incomplete crowdsourced list of films that were spliced together to make this film and it may be Somewhere In Time but it may not be.
Other parts of the modern wing are devoted to the MFA's collection of political art, including some new things and to the artist and writer Frances Stark and to abstract images by Terry Winters and to Imogen Cunningham's photographs. I'm not going to describe them to you as I only had 45 minutes to spend at the museum. I'll talk about them when I have some time to spend at the museum, hopefully Monday.
Canh chua (by the way, there are no diacritics, even when written in Tiếng Việt, which, as you can see, is utterly smitten with diacritics) is less filling than the coconut soup but still quite filling. It's basically hot and sour soup with pineapple chunks and sliced tomatoes.
La Vida Breve means The Short Life and short it was, only a little over an hour long. I can't help but think it was picked to parallel with Carmen and Gabriella agrees with me on that one, as they are both set in Spain and have Romany characters and industrial settings. It's a lot less exuberant than Carmen and very raucous at times. It's scored for a more or less standard orchestra with two harps, some percussion, an acoustic guitar, and a choir, along with a dancer in the second act. Debussy helped de Falla refine it for its Nizza premiere and you can definitely hear his influence. The plot is this: it opens in a foundry with the pounding of anvils and the Romany woman Salud has found herself utterly smitten with the wealthy Paco and they sing about how in love they are but unbeknownst to her, Paco is engaged to Carmela, a woman from a wealthy family, and there's an interlude of choral oohs and aahs and laas, and Salud finds out and is pissed confronts him at his wedding despite the protests of her grandmother, called simply la abuela, and uncle El Tío Sarvaor, and Paco basically pretends she doesn't exist and Salud collapses and dies, either from heartbreak or because she planned this all along and ate some Amanita virosa mushrooms.
The woman in the Sublime t-shirt knew I was drawing her because she goes to MassArt. I didn't get to draw her traveling companion because they were getting off at Copley. The woman behind her's friend goes to the School of the MFA so she does this too.
The speakers on the red line worked but the train made up for it by making an earsplittingly loud shriek.
There was track work after 8:45 on a weeknight for some reason so we had to take the bus home. We were lucky, though, arriving at Park Street (except I'm so used to arriving via Government Center that I went in the wrong direction and I'd probably have missed the train had Gabriella not been with me). I didn't recognize Sam at first, partially because she was wearing a hat the last time I saw her as I was coming home from an entirely different exhibit about time at the Museum of Fine Arts, and she didn't recognize me at first until I showed her the drawing and she's like "oh yeah, I still have the one you did last time" and showed me the photo on her phone. She had symbols in black, including a heart, tattooed on her wrist.
No doubt the odds of this happening are non-zero, obviously, but low. Sam says that since she rides the T every day, she sees a lot of familiar faces.
Maybe you'll recognize the film.
burning question: after we unfold all the wrinkles, are we at the end or the beginning?
To Ashley, I described the color of a male kingfisher by showing her the portrait of Amy I did. I didn't see anyone with that shade of blue. Mostly pinks and reds. A woman with red hair had a dog with her and unfortunately she didn't get on the train car I did and I'm sad now but I did meet a dog walking to Symphony station. A woman with purple braids and a Woody pin on her bag sat near me on the red line.
Graffiti depicted a dragon and the words Not Safe For Wall.
Ronan (she was heading home from Japan Fest at the time I was heading home from Verdi's Requiem) has streaks of mallard green in black hair now. Changes it pretty much monthly according to Jenna. I've never met Nazir or Jenna before, as far as I know.
As we crossed the river, I saw a few egrets and a heron.
Someone looked like Sadness with a different color scheme and the lack of a perpetual mopey expression, but she had the hairdo and the high-necked sweater and the glasses.
I asked Cassia if she's ever read The Cult of Loving Kindness and she hasn't and she says she really likes when she sees her name. It's a really nice name, I think. At the MFA, she said "wait, shit, I'm supposed to be on the B line."
A woman was playing things like Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies and The Entertainer on the piano outside the MFA. She asked if I was a professional artist and I asked if she's a professional pianist and she said no but she is thankful for any opportunity to practice.
In The Clock, see the burning question. If I remember correctly, he was talking to a kid but it might have been an adult sitting down and it looked like it was set in the late 19th century.
It was from an older color film and I can't find the quote anywhere. There's an incomplete crowdsourced list of films that were spliced together to make this film and it may be Somewhere In Time but it may not be.
Other parts of the modern wing are devoted to the MFA's collection of political art, including some new things and to the artist and writer Frances Stark and to abstract images by Terry Winters and to Imogen Cunningham's photographs. I'm not going to describe them to you as I only had 45 minutes to spend at the museum. I'll talk about them when I have some time to spend at the museum, hopefully Monday.
Canh chua (by the way, there are no diacritics, even when written in Tiếng Việt, which, as you can see, is utterly smitten with diacritics) is less filling than the coconut soup but still quite filling. It's basically hot and sour soup with pineapple chunks and sliced tomatoes.
La Vida Breve means The Short Life and short it was, only a little over an hour long. I can't help but think it was picked to parallel with Carmen and Gabriella agrees with me on that one, as they are both set in Spain and have Romany characters and industrial settings. It's a lot less exuberant than Carmen and very raucous at times. It's scored for a more or less standard orchestra with two harps, some percussion, an acoustic guitar, and a choir, along with a dancer in the second act. Debussy helped de Falla refine it for its Nizza premiere and you can definitely hear his influence. The plot is this: it opens in a foundry with the pounding of anvils and the Romany woman Salud has found herself utterly smitten with the wealthy Paco and they sing about how in love they are but unbeknownst to her, Paco is engaged to Carmela, a woman from a wealthy family, and there's an interlude of choral oohs and aahs and laas, and Salud finds out and is pissed confronts him at his wedding despite the protests of her grandmother, called simply la abuela, and uncle El Tío Sarvaor, and Paco basically pretends she doesn't exist and Salud collapses and dies, either from heartbreak or because she planned this all along and ate some Amanita virosa mushrooms.
The woman in the Sublime t-shirt knew I was drawing her because she goes to MassArt. I didn't get to draw her traveling companion because they were getting off at Copley. The woman behind her's friend goes to the School of the MFA so she does this too.
The speakers on the red line worked but the train made up for it by making an earsplittingly loud shriek.
There was track work after 8:45 on a weeknight for some reason so we had to take the bus home. We were lucky, though, arriving at Park Street (except I'm so used to arriving via Government Center that I went in the wrong direction and I'd probably have missed the train had Gabriella not been with me). I didn't recognize Sam at first, partially because she was wearing a hat the last time I saw her as I was coming home from an entirely different exhibit about time at the Museum of Fine Arts, and she didn't recognize me at first until I showed her the drawing and she's like "oh yeah, I still have the one you did last time" and showed me the photo on her phone. She had symbols in black, including a heart, tattooed on her wrist.
No doubt the odds of this happening are non-zero, obviously, but low. Sam says that since she rides the T every day, she sees a lot of familiar faces.
Maybe you'll recognize the film.
burning question: after we unfold all the wrinkles, are we at the end or the beginning?
