"Germany has declared war on the Jones boys."
Me- "If I were a duck, what sort of duck do you think I would be?"
MArgalit- "....Peking Duck!!!"
I just thought that was very very funny. I had a tremendous amount of fun today. I'm glad I got to hang out with Margalit. We talked about stuff and it was just releiving to get things off my chest. I feel revitalized. I feel full of energy, though my body is tired.
We spent nearly the whole day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Naturally, our first stop was the Egyptian exhibit. Despite the spectacular collection that resides in the Brooklyn museum, I can safely say for about the millionth time that the artifacts at the Met were just.....magnificent. Really amazing, and a great deal more breathtaking than what I've seen at the brooklyn museum. I am just so happy that I went to the Met and got to see the Egyptian exhibit again after so long. It really charged me up and just.. it inspired me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, it truly does. When I saw all the sarcophogi and all the millions of scarab beetle beads and the grand jewlery and the mounts of stone,some of them in full color and holding nearly the same brilliance that they had when they were made, today. Nothing can charge a person's battery like going to the museum and taking in all the culture and facts and techniques that you get from going to that exhibit. My only regret is that I didn't get to spend more time there. I would love to live in the Met and just examine the artifacts through the glass for my whole life. I think I could live like that forever.
After Margalit managed to drag me from my beloved land of eternal life, we went on a mini- adventure in search of Monet's Haystacks. We went up, down, left, right and left once more before we actually got anywhere useful and that was just the European art section. Finally, after maybe half an hour of looking, we found the Ninteenth century sculpture and painting section, and we had no trouble making the transfer from Renoir to Monet. I couldn't help comparing the two artists. Their works are both beautiful. But in different ways. Monet is special, because his detail can be seen from far away rather than from close up. If I were to stand an inch away from any of his painting, I'd feel dizy and confused, but if I move back I can see a perfectly lovely portrait of a woman in a park or a sunny day by the water. I think that he is such a master of emotions. He can make a person feel so much with his collection of dots and splotches that it makes me wonder about how his mind worked. Now Renoir was a master of expression, in my opinon. He could make something pop out of a page. He invoked feelings in my as well but not for his texture and tecnique but for the poses and positions and faces of the people he painted. His portraits don't look like photographs. They're something else much better than either a photograph or a painting. Renoir paints things in a way that is so ethereal and wholesome and yet real. I have a profound love for the delicate works that hang in the well lit Museum of Art.
We were dead tired after running around and just being in dizzy awe of Monet and Renoir that we literally collapsed onto the benches in the gilbert stuart section of the museum. We lay in mangeled positions on those round seats and just laughed for a long time and talked about stupid silly things that were highly amusing at the time. It was a good rest, and we decided to take our leave and get some food into our tummies before we passed out. Cossi's was our choice and it was nice. We got our sandwiches and drinks and chips and sat down and ate as much as we could and then just talked about stuff. It seemed like even though we had been lingerting so much in each place we went, we still had tons of time to spare and it made me glad because lateleey life has been charging ahead with little opportunity for me to stop and asmell the roses. Today was that day. It was only after a movie and the most entertaining subway ride I'd ever had that we said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.
It was a good good day. The world stopped in the begginning of it for us, and then began to turn again, slowly, towards the end. But I'm thankful for it, even if it was only a day of fun instead of a week or soemthing. I'm happy to have had the day. I feel like I could take on anything right now. Even a spider or two.
MArgalit- "....Peking Duck!!!"
I just thought that was very very funny. I had a tremendous amount of fun today. I'm glad I got to hang out with Margalit. We talked about stuff and it was just releiving to get things off my chest. I feel revitalized. I feel full of energy, though my body is tired.
We spent nearly the whole day at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Naturally, our first stop was the Egyptian exhibit. Despite the spectacular collection that resides in the Brooklyn museum, I can safely say for about the millionth time that the artifacts at the Met were just.....magnificent. Really amazing, and a great deal more breathtaking than what I've seen at the brooklyn museum. I am just so happy that I went to the Met and got to see the Egyptian exhibit again after so long. It really charged me up and just.. it inspired me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, it truly does. When I saw all the sarcophogi and all the millions of scarab beetle beads and the grand jewlery and the mounts of stone,some of them in full color and holding nearly the same brilliance that they had when they were made, today. Nothing can charge a person's battery like going to the museum and taking in all the culture and facts and techniques that you get from going to that exhibit. My only regret is that I didn't get to spend more time there. I would love to live in the Met and just examine the artifacts through the glass for my whole life. I think I could live like that forever.
After Margalit managed to drag me from my beloved land of eternal life, we went on a mini- adventure in search of Monet's Haystacks. We went up, down, left, right and left once more before we actually got anywhere useful and that was just the European art section. Finally, after maybe half an hour of looking, we found the Ninteenth century sculpture and painting section, and we had no trouble making the transfer from Renoir to Monet. I couldn't help comparing the two artists. Their works are both beautiful. But in different ways. Monet is special, because his detail can be seen from far away rather than from close up. If I were to stand an inch away from any of his painting, I'd feel dizy and confused, but if I move back I can see a perfectly lovely portrait of a woman in a park or a sunny day by the water. I think that he is such a master of emotions. He can make a person feel so much with his collection of dots and splotches that it makes me wonder about how his mind worked. Now Renoir was a master of expression, in my opinon. He could make something pop out of a page. He invoked feelings in my as well but not for his texture and tecnique but for the poses and positions and faces of the people he painted. His portraits don't look like photographs. They're something else much better than either a photograph or a painting. Renoir paints things in a way that is so ethereal and wholesome and yet real. I have a profound love for the delicate works that hang in the well lit Museum of Art.
We were dead tired after running around and just being in dizzy awe of Monet and Renoir that we literally collapsed onto the benches in the gilbert stuart section of the museum. We lay in mangeled positions on those round seats and just laughed for a long time and talked about stupid silly things that were highly amusing at the time. It was a good rest, and we decided to take our leave and get some food into our tummies before we passed out. Cossi's was our choice and it was nice. We got our sandwiches and drinks and chips and sat down and ate as much as we could and then just talked about stuff. It seemed like even though we had been lingerting so much in each place we went, we still had tons of time to spare and it made me glad because lateleey life has been charging ahead with little opportunity for me to stop and asmell the roses. Today was that day. It was only after a movie and the most entertaining subway ride I'd ever had that we said our goodbyes and went our seperate ways.
It was a good good day. The world stopped in the begginning of it for us, and then began to turn again, slowly, towards the end. But I'm thankful for it, even if it was only a day of fun instead of a week or soemthing. I'm happy to have had the day. I feel like I could take on anything right now. Even a spider or two.