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Jan. 5th, 2009 09:00 amI am safe on the ground in Chicago, though very sleepy.
Happy Monday?
Jan. 5th, 2009
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Jan. 5th, 2009 03:06 pmPHOTO POST!
I am home and unpacking, albeit slowly; I have to play with all the toys I got for Christmas as I unpack them. I am wearing fuzzy yellow slippers, drinking herbal chai, and I've been working my way through the first few days of my Kirigami calendar -- it's like really advanced paper snowflakes. There will be photos.
In the meantime, however, a few images from the Blanton:
You know what's missing from modern currency? Porn.
I did a sketch of this, because it captivated me -- it was a print, I think 17th or 18th century -- of "Actors in the Italian Theatre". Looking closely I noticed one of them was masked, a veccio mask that's probably Capitano though it might be Dottore. I love this style of mask, because it's just nose and brow, and leaves most of the face free to express emotion. I'll have to scan the sketch next time I have the energy.
This is the Embodiment of Astronomy. I like her neat globe thing and the chef's hat she's wearing. :D
This is the Cildo Meireles installation I was talking about, How To Build Cathedrals. That's six hundred thousand pennies on the floor, eight hundred communion wafers in a vertical column, and two thousand lit cattle bones on the ceiling. You can walk inside the black gauze, which is where I got these photos of the installation and especially the ceiling. It's just marvelous.
The best surprise when I got home, however, was that my guests, who stayed here a few days after I went to Texas, cleaned the flat and left me a Treasure Hunt. :D A post-it note on the fridge informed me that there were nine treasures hidden all over the flat, and I should find them before I have R over.
Now, my Guests know me IRL but also read my journal, so they're aware of the porn. Oh are they aware of the porn. And that is what they left me....a flat covered in porn.
( HOW COOL IS THAT! Uh, but not worksafe... )
But I think this is my favourite. Yes...that's ROOMBA/TRASHCAN PORN.
And then they said, "You have to blog this!" and I said OH YES, and here we are.
I'm going back to sleep now. :D
I am home and unpacking, albeit slowly; I have to play with all the toys I got for Christmas as I unpack them. I am wearing fuzzy yellow slippers, drinking herbal chai, and I've been working my way through the first few days of my Kirigami calendar -- it's like really advanced paper snowflakes. There will be photos.
In the meantime, however, a few images from the Blanton:
You know what's missing from modern currency? Porn.
I did a sketch of this, because it captivated me -- it was a print, I think 17th or 18th century -- of "Actors in the Italian Theatre". Looking closely I noticed one of them was masked, a veccio mask that's probably Capitano though it might be Dottore. I love this style of mask, because it's just nose and brow, and leaves most of the face free to express emotion. I'll have to scan the sketch next time I have the energy.
This is the Embodiment of Astronomy. I like her neat globe thing and the chef's hat she's wearing. :D
This is the Cildo Meireles installation I was talking about, How To Build Cathedrals. That's six hundred thousand pennies on the floor, eight hundred communion wafers in a vertical column, and two thousand lit cattle bones on the ceiling. You can walk inside the black gauze, which is where I got these photos of the installation and especially the ceiling. It's just marvelous.
The best surprise when I got home, however, was that my guests, who stayed here a few days after I went to Texas, cleaned the flat and left me a Treasure Hunt. :D A post-it note on the fridge informed me that there were nine treasures hidden all over the flat, and I should find them before I have R over.
Now, my Guests know me IRL but also read my journal, so they're aware of the porn. Oh are they aware of the porn. And that is what they left me....a flat covered in porn.
( HOW COOL IS THAT! Uh, but not worksafe... )
But I think this is my favourite. Yes...that's ROOMBA/TRASHCAN PORN.
And then they said, "You have to blog this!" and I said OH YES, and here we are.
I'm going back to sleep now. :D
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Jan. 5th, 2009 10:48 pmThis afternoon R came by and woke me up with his buzzing at my door and kidnapped me. We ended up at his place with Bland and Bland's girlfriend and Porkchop (just...don't ask, that's actually what we call him), watching the Fiesta Bowl.
Then R broke out a Christmas gift from his mum, who thinks he drinks way more than he does to judge from how she always sends him home with wine. This time she gave him a Rabbit, which is not a vibrator as many of you are right now thinking but is in fact a really fancy wine de-corker. So to test it out we naturally had to open one of the millions of bottles of wine he has.
And see, my Guests left me cupcakes, and Bland's girlfriend's mum sent HER cupcakes, so...
We had wine. And two kinds of cupcakes. And watched football.
My head is spinning with cognitive dissonance.
I mean, it was dessert wine, if that makes it any better.
Do you think it would be seen as chauvinistic to name Bland's girlfriend "Cupcake"? She's going to need a name...
And now to bed. Again.
Then R broke out a Christmas gift from his mum, who thinks he drinks way more than he does to judge from how she always sends him home with wine. This time she gave him a Rabbit, which is not a vibrator as many of you are right now thinking but is in fact a really fancy wine de-corker. So to test it out we naturally had to open one of the millions of bottles of wine he has.
And see, my Guests left me cupcakes, and Bland's girlfriend's mum sent HER cupcakes, so...
We had wine. And two kinds of cupcakes. And watched football.
My head is spinning with cognitive dissonance.
I mean, it was dessert wine, if that makes it any better.
Do you think it would be seen as chauvinistic to name Bland's girlfriend "Cupcake"? She's going to need a name...
And now to bed. Again.