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we went to the met after i got out of work last night - we had five dollars, split a dog out front, and then had two for the man at the door under the "20 dollars suggested donation" sign.
we spent most of our time in the armory, looking at old knight's gettups and insanely ornate flintlock rifles. i remembered hearing someone compare the development of heavy armor to tank technology. there'd be this huge lumbering thing that you could run up to and flit around but not really hurt in any real way and you had to be careful not to get simply crushed by it. the swords were impressive but there wasn't much in the way of rapiers - those are my favorite kinds of swords to look at.
we headed over by the cafe so nicole could use the restroom and i sat on a bench waiting. down the way, there was this gentleman with the standard mussled white/grey hair, brown corduroys, and dark navy sweater. he was standing with his back to me and his right leg slightly ahead of his left, all his weight on the back leg. his arms were crossed and his head was tilted to the left. he shifted his leg stance. he cocked his head to the other side. he shifted his stance again so that his body was at a 45 degree angle to whatever he was looking at. he pivoted one more time and cocked his head again. finally i could see that he was contemplating the sign for the cafe - one of those silver metal two-post stand things. it had hours, prices, specials, etc. he wandered away, back toward the museum.
i couldn't figure out for the life of me if he was stuck in the museum-looking loop (in which case, i should have shook him in an attempt at a rescue) or if he was being terribly ironic and mocking.
speaking of which, we didn't spend any time at all looking at the countless dozens of paintings of bottles in the morandi special exhibit.
we spent most of our time in the armory, looking at old knight's gettups and insanely ornate flintlock rifles. i remembered hearing someone compare the development of heavy armor to tank technology. there'd be this huge lumbering thing that you could run up to and flit around but not really hurt in any real way and you had to be careful not to get simply crushed by it. the swords were impressive but there wasn't much in the way of rapiers - those are my favorite kinds of swords to look at.
we headed over by the cafe so nicole could use the restroom and i sat on a bench waiting. down the way, there was this gentleman with the standard mussled white/grey hair, brown corduroys, and dark navy sweater. he was standing with his back to me and his right leg slightly ahead of his left, all his weight on the back leg. his arms were crossed and his head was tilted to the left. he shifted his leg stance. he cocked his head to the other side. he shifted his stance again so that his body was at a 45 degree angle to whatever he was looking at. he pivoted one more time and cocked his head again. finally i could see that he was contemplating the sign for the cafe - one of those silver metal two-post stand things. it had hours, prices, specials, etc. he wandered away, back toward the museum.
i couldn't figure out for the life of me if he was stuck in the museum-looking loop (in which case, i should have shook him in an attempt at a rescue) or if he was being terribly ironic and mocking.
speaking of which, we didn't spend any time at all looking at the countless dozens of paintings of bottles in the morandi special exhibit.