Rome exhibition, Ueno
This Sunday I was given back my day off, probably due to lack of customer interest in a free lesson. Eikaiwas are going the way of the dinosaur; I feel it in my bones. I was gleeful at yet another chance to do nothing productive, especially on a lovely sunny day such as this one.
So I dolled up and took the train into Tokyo, a good 55 minutes from my hole in Kanagawa. For some time, I'd been wanting to go to The National Museum of Western Art to see the visiting exhibition from ancient Rome and Pompeii. The collection was, well, decent. But rather small in my opinion. Truth be told, I've got a yen for those intricately carved marble Roman statues. I can admire the realism of a vein extending from the foot or gaze for some time at the quintessential strong nose in profile. And there were only a few of those statues, which I was forced to share with the usual hordes making their way through the museum on an imaginary conveyor belt. To my pleasant surprise, however, I realized the cost of the exhibit also included viewing the general collection. So I breathed in the joy that is Monet before beelining for their one Paul Signac, standing before it in rapture. Nobody seems to love Signac like I do; the harbor scene was all mine.
I saw a strange insect today. I think I first spotted its brethren in Okinawa. Longer than a bumble bee but just as fat, darting from flower to flower with wings blurred from speed, dipping its hella long probiscis--it seems to be part bee, part humming bird! What is that?
I can write. I can write. But where? Should I pick up further credentials first or a teaching degree for financial support? The Nigerian fellow I met said that making money from his hiphop store wasn't really about confidence. It was about determination.
So I dolled up and took the train into Tokyo, a good 55 minutes from my hole in Kanagawa. For some time, I'd been wanting to go to The National Museum of Western Art to see the visiting exhibition from ancient Rome and Pompeii. The collection was, well, decent. But rather small in my opinion. Truth be told, I've got a yen for those intricately carved marble Roman statues. I can admire the realism of a vein extending from the foot or gaze for some time at the quintessential strong nose in profile. And there were only a few of those statues, which I was forced to share with the usual hordes making their way through the museum on an imaginary conveyor belt. To my pleasant surprise, however, I realized the cost of the exhibit also included viewing the general collection. So I breathed in the joy that is Monet before beelining for their one Paul Signac, standing before it in rapture. Nobody seems to love Signac like I do; the harbor scene was all mine.
I saw a strange insect today. I think I first spotted its brethren in Okinawa. Longer than a bumble bee but just as fat, darting from flower to flower with wings blurred from speed, dipping its hella long probiscis--it seems to be part bee, part humming bird! What is that?
I can write. I can write. But where? Should I pick up further credentials first or a teaching degree for financial support? The Nigerian fellow I met said that making money from his hiphop store wasn't really about confidence. It was about determination.