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Mar. 12th, 2005 11:39 amI thought there was supposed to have been a "wintry mix" yesterday. I mean, I'm glad we didn't get it, but that was part of the reason why I ended up taking the train to Philadelphia, rather than driving. That wasn't the only reason, though. I guess the main reason was that I didn't feel like driving in the city or finding a parking space.
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bethje and I went to Philadelphia was to see the Salvador Dali exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. As I mentioned in a recent post, that museum was where we went when we first met five years ago. I suppose it was sort of our first date, although we didn't consider it such at the time. We managed to find the bench where we had sat and talked for a long time back then, which was pretty cool. It was in some room of rural Pennsylvanian art.
( We workers do not understand modern art. )
After seeing the exhibit, I bought a set of postcards based on Dali's art, and then we left the museum and got dinner at Friday's. By this point, we had done a lot of walking, and our legs, feet, and backs hurt. One thing I don't like about museums is that they involve a lot of walking, interspersed with stopping and standing, which can be much more tiring than simple sustained walking. Anyway, we ended up taking a cab back to the train station.
After we got back to Beth's, we watched Pocahontas, a Disney animated film that I hadn't seen before. It was all right, but kind of ridiculous in spots. I mean, Pocahontas learned how to speak English automatically, for no real reason. I seem to recall hearing that my grandmother, who lives in Virginia, didn't like the fact that they showed mountains in the Jamestown area. And, of course, it wasn't really historically accurate, but then, would you EXPECT a Disney movie to be historically accurate?
( Also, the Internet says I'm going to die soon. )
Anyway, the reason why
bethje and I went to Philadelphia was to see the Salvador Dali exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. As I mentioned in a recent post, that museum was where we went when we first met five years ago. I suppose it was sort of our first date, although we didn't consider it such at the time. We managed to find the bench where we had sat and talked for a long time back then, which was pretty cool. It was in some room of rural Pennsylvanian art.( We workers do not understand modern art. )
After seeing the exhibit, I bought a set of postcards based on Dali's art, and then we left the museum and got dinner at Friday's. By this point, we had done a lot of walking, and our legs, feet, and backs hurt. One thing I don't like about museums is that they involve a lot of walking, interspersed with stopping and standing, which can be much more tiring than simple sustained walking. Anyway, we ended up taking a cab back to the train station.
After we got back to Beth's, we watched Pocahontas, a Disney animated film that I hadn't seen before. It was all right, but kind of ridiculous in spots. I mean, Pocahontas learned how to speak English automatically, for no real reason. I seem to recall hearing that my grandmother, who lives in Virginia, didn't like the fact that they showed mountains in the Jamestown area. And, of course, it wasn't really historically accurate, but then, would you EXPECT a Disney movie to be historically accurate?
( Also, the Internet says I'm going to die soon. )
