Here's the thing: very little has happened in my life since I last updated, but Nick writes in his blog all the time and I have no idea how he does it.
So my new plan: chatter like a monkey until I have absolutely nothing left to say. And beat Nick. (With a stick as well as in Number-of-Legit-Blog-Entries.)
This weekend was semi-busy. Saturday morning was largely spent in an activity I like to call Waiting for Nick to Wake Up. Followed by a wonderful trip to The Met, which was AMAHZING.
The easiest way to describe The Met is GINORMOUS. Literally. You walk in, and there are rooms and rooms with little offshoots of rooms on either side of you, which have hallways to other rooms and it's this huge labyrinthine mess that is IMPOSSIBLE to navigate. (They have maps everywhere, but I cannot think spatially, and maps need to be oriented like the layout or I just can't figure it out. Ergo, useless maps.)
I always forget how much I like museums. I was just at the DIA this summer and I had already forgotton how much I like museums. Nick and I started in Greek and Roman art and it always shocks me that something manages to last for so long. Thousands and thousands of years, and sculpture is still intact (well, often sans nose. But hey).
Think about it for a second. Thousands of years. Wow. And the detail on sculpture is incredible. A woman's feet actually looked like feet. There was a bust of a head and the guy's lips were slightly parted and you could see the teeth. The detail was enough that you could see the tips of teeth inside his mouth! Wow.
We also got to see a special exhibit of Vermeer, which was amahzing as well. Vermeer painted Girl with a Pearl Earring. He's most noted for painting women and girls performing ordinary and daily tasks. I'm using this painting for my acting exercise in class on Tuesday: http://wahooart.com/A55A04/w.nsf/OPRA/BRUE-6WHL79/$File/G.jpg (Also, please note that this website is called Wahoo Art. That just sounds like a good time.)
We spent some time looking at Impressionists and saw some Rodin, Claudel, Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Seurat (disappointing lack of that painting from Sunday in the Park with George--it's in Chicago and I'm slightly upset about it). We saw some artist self-portraits (think Andy Warhol) and some intriguing photos taken by a man who traveled around the US and photographed average Americans. There were some photos from the Detroit area, but none in places that I recognized.
Case in point: Nick and I probably saw less than half of The Met. Which is probably for the best, because he almost destroyed a painting (accidentally, he says, but I've heard him rant and rave about art and how much he hates it. You should hear him: "Artists! Pah! I'll show you art!" [At this point he makes an obscene gesture.] It's really quite insensitive of him.). But we'll go back and pay less money this time. Recommended prices, bee tea double you, are my new favorite things.
And then, after our day of immersing ourselves in culture and high class, we went home and watched a made-for-MTV movie called My Super Psycho Sweet 16, which is like the TV show except with a psycho killer and a lot more blood.
LEGIT.
And today was a whole lot of nothing followed by a spur of the moment venture to see if tickets for Mary Poppins were available. They were. We partook. And I really liked it. M
y fam did not enjoy when they saw it in Chi-town, but the cast was great and the choreography was so fun. And Mary Poppins flew! SO CLOSE TO US. I COULD HAVE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED HER AND WE WERE IN THE FRONT ROW OF THE MEZZANINE. That's far away from the stage. She was flyin' like CRAZY.
Plus also the set was brilliant. Literally brilliant. It rotated and moved and went up and down and there were about 9873249817359187 screens in about a .000000003 foot space and it was designed with this crazy economy of space but attention to detail that literally blew my mind.
And Christian Borle (formerly married to Sutton Foster, which was the cutest Broadway couple ever before their divorce, which is just sad) tap-danced UPSIDE DOWN ON THE CEILING. So legit.
So I dunno what my crazy fam was thinkin', but I liked Mary Poppins.
And if anyone has any Halloween costume suggestions, I would love to hear them! Hooray!
Love, Kelly
So my new plan: chatter like a monkey until I have absolutely nothing left to say. And beat Nick. (With a stick as well as in Number-of-Legit-Blog-Entries.)
This weekend was semi-busy. Saturday morning was largely spent in an activity I like to call Waiting for Nick to Wake Up. Followed by a wonderful trip to The Met, which was AMAHZING.
The easiest way to describe The Met is GINORMOUS. Literally. You walk in, and there are rooms and rooms with little offshoots of rooms on either side of you, which have hallways to other rooms and it's this huge labyrinthine mess that is IMPOSSIBLE to navigate. (They have maps everywhere, but I cannot think spatially, and maps need to be oriented like the layout or I just can't figure it out. Ergo, useless maps.)
I always forget how much I like museums. I was just at the DIA this summer and I had already forgotton how much I like museums. Nick and I started in Greek and Roman art and it always shocks me that something manages to last for so long. Thousands and thousands of years, and sculpture is still intact (well, often sans nose. But hey).
Think about it for a second. Thousands of years. Wow. And the detail on sculpture is incredible. A woman's feet actually looked like feet. There was a bust of a head and the guy's lips were slightly parted and you could see the teeth. The detail was enough that you could see the tips of teeth inside his mouth! Wow.
We also got to see a special exhibit of Vermeer, which was amahzing as well. Vermeer painted Girl with a Pearl Earring. He's most noted for painting women and girls performing ordinary and daily tasks. I'm using this painting for my acting exercise in class on Tuesday: http://wahooart.com/A55A04/w.nsf/OPRA/BRUE-6WHL79/$File/G.jpg (Also, please note that this website is called Wahoo Art. That just sounds like a good time.)
We spent some time looking at Impressionists and saw some Rodin, Claudel, Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Seurat (disappointing lack of that painting from Sunday in the Park with George--it's in Chicago and I'm slightly upset about it). We saw some artist self-portraits (think Andy Warhol) and some intriguing photos taken by a man who traveled around the US and photographed average Americans. There were some photos from the Detroit area, but none in places that I recognized.
Case in point: Nick and I probably saw less than half of The Met. Which is probably for the best, because he almost destroyed a painting (accidentally, he says, but I've heard him rant and rave about art and how much he hates it. You should hear him: "Artists! Pah! I'll show you art!" [At this point he makes an obscene gesture.] It's really quite insensitive of him.). But we'll go back and pay less money this time. Recommended prices, bee tea double you, are my new favorite things.
And then, after our day of immersing ourselves in culture and high class, we went home and watched a made-for-MTV movie called My Super Psycho Sweet 16, which is like the TV show except with a psycho killer and a lot more blood.
LEGIT.
And today was a whole lot of nothing followed by a spur of the moment venture to see if tickets for Mary Poppins were available. They were. We partook. And I really liked it. M
y fam did not enjoy when they saw it in Chi-town, but the cast was great and the choreography was so fun. And Mary Poppins flew! SO CLOSE TO US. I COULD HAVE REACHED OUT AND TOUCHED HER AND WE WERE IN THE FRONT ROW OF THE MEZZANINE. That's far away from the stage. She was flyin' like CRAZY.Plus also the set was brilliant. Literally brilliant. It rotated and moved and went up and down and there were about 9873249817359187 screens in about a .000000003 foot space and it was designed with this crazy economy of space but attention to detail that literally blew my mind.
And Christian Borle (formerly married to Sutton Foster, which was the cutest Broadway couple ever before their divorce, which is just sad) tap-danced UPSIDE DOWN ON THE CEILING. So legit.
So I dunno what my crazy fam was thinkin', but I liked Mary Poppins.
And if anyone has any Halloween costume suggestions, I would love to hear them! Hooray!
Love, Kelly
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