The Supersensational Mega (Picture-Heavy) Update 3000
Hi. Some folks say it's been a while, and it has. I'm not quite sure how to write up a week and make it entertaining. This shit will be a long post, yo.
So last y'alls heard, I was at the zoo, and the monkeys did not crap in their hands and play with their feces in a festive manner, nor did they make faces that are unacceptable in society. Some of them did have red butts, however (not pictured).
Work: continued cleaning, as before. Having fun concocting gels, emulsions, resin soaps, gel emulsions, etc. etc.
So that's been work.
This past Friday, went with Jakki to Den Haag. What a morning. Jakki's appointment with her landlord people running way long, missing the first train, getting lost in the Hague. Didn't get to meet up with Amanda, the NYU grad student working at the Mauritshuis. Went there, though:
Also went to the Gemeentemuseum. Mostly modern (in the classic sense). But it was quite a good surprise. Had a very cool interactive installation covering the bottom floor.
The rest of the weekend, I was on my own. Jakki had a workshop/class/thing. No, no. not conservation-related. It was about energy healing. From what she described at dinner tonight, sounded very relaxing. Saturday I went back to the Rijksmuseum and the van Gogh Museum. Speaking of the Rijks - One of the guards spraying water onto the acid (or was it caustic? I still don't know the whole story...) -damaged painting:
Sunday, I spent the day exploring Leiden and Delft. Both beautiful towns, both perfect for just walking around. I hit Leiden first. Being able to visit Leiden was important for me - Robert Cushman spent a good bit of time in there with the Pilgrims before securing Speedwell and Mayflower for a certain transatlantic journey in 1620.
One of my favorite spots in Leiden is the Burcht, the site of a 12th-century fortress near the center of the town. It's basically a small round wall on top of a large mound of earth. Tons of fantastic views of the town.
Also went to the national antiquities museum. Again, another great surprise. Pretty small, but a great collection, especially Egyptian. Lots of mummies. Didn't take any pictures of them (out of respect for the dead - or afterliving?) but I did take a picture of a croc mummy. Ended up fuzzy. Bummer. There was a really cool exhibit on one particular mummy in the collection where they showed an animation of a CT scan of the mummy, and telling the mummy's story. Also in the entrance hall there's an entire freaking temple given to the Dutch by the Egyptian government in the late 60s for their help with the Aswan High Dam.
There, I saw the funniest museum label I've ever seen. There was a small area showing Greek homoerotic art, and this was the label copy. I think it's hilarious that it's written in the present tense:
Even the Egyptian bulls/oxen got into the act:
The saddest thing I saw in Leiden was the remains of the Vrouekerke - an old church from the 1400s that was allowed to fall into disrepair in the 19th c. All that's left is this wall, in a kind of crappy area of town. Developers want to tear it down and build a club. My people went to church there 400 years ago.
Delft was pretty similar to Leiden, I felt. Lots of history, great architecture. I'll spare you though and show you this picture I took in the town square of a young girl playing soccer (still refusing to call it football).
Cripes, this is a long post....
I'm tired. so let's skip to the end.
Yesterday, we stopped work at 2 and went to a pigment mill north of Haarlem and Amsterdam called De Kat. It's on a little river with several windmills nearby. There's a mustard mill, an oil mill, a saw mill...
We hung out with Piet, the millner. Dude is crazy, smokes an old school pipe. Wears wooden clogs all the time. He showed us how everything works, the stock room of artist supplies, and took us to the roof, where we saw him shut down the mill for the day, bring in the sails, etc. Then we got to climb up one of the windmill blades up to the center to take a look around. Really amazing stuff. The roof is about 20 feet off the ground or so, and then the upper part of the mill is about 35 or 40 feet tall. Each blade is about 25 to 30 feet long. So, you do the math. Then we (Me, Mireille, Liesbeth, Anneke, and Abbie) had a picnic in a field nearby. Bunches of pictures:
Also in the news: won't be going to Italy next week as planned. The Italians who are hosting the workshop decided last minute that there just isn't room for me to be in the workshop. Kind of a shitty thing to do, but oh well...
Luckily, I hadn't booked my tickets yet. Prices were steadily dropping, so I waited. They spiked up on Monday morning, and I was going to book Monday night, when I got emails saying that I couldn't go. Bummer. Now I'll be in Amsterdam the same weekend as Sean Paul. That makes me angry. I have to breathe the same air as him. Yes, Sean Paul, we know that you like to be on the dance floor. Yes, we know that you like to see the women on the dance floor. We know you like the wacky tobacky. That's fine, whatever. Just please shut up, Sean Paul. Every song you have sounds exactly the same, where you "sing" lines in one note and then change to a string of other notes at the end of the line. We get it. And yes, we've heard that beat before; you used it on your last song.
(Oh uh hang on one second. Yes, uh Grover what is it, this has to be quick, I am so pressed... Yes, the letter G is wonderful... Of course, and the number 6... Oh ok, ok, Gr, Grover, Grover, GROV-UH, GROV-UH, GROV-UH... you, you know what? If you're gonna shout, we can just talk later... Oh uh oh alright, you know what? Call me back when you calm down.)
In summary: Sean Paul makes me angry, and it's the Italians' fault that I'll be in the same city at the same time as him.
PS - I miss this one the most:
So last y'alls heard, I was at the zoo, and the monkeys did not crap in their hands and play with their feces in a festive manner, nor did they make faces that are unacceptable in society. Some of them did have red butts, however (not pictured).
Work: continued cleaning, as before. Having fun concocting gels, emulsions, resin soaps, gel emulsions, etc. etc.
So that's been work.
This past Friday, went with Jakki to Den Haag. What a morning. Jakki's appointment with her landlord people running way long, missing the first train, getting lost in the Hague. Didn't get to meet up with Amanda, the NYU grad student working at the Mauritshuis. Went there, though:
Also went to the Gemeentemuseum. Mostly modern (in the classic sense). But it was quite a good surprise. Had a very cool interactive installation covering the bottom floor.
The rest of the weekend, I was on my own. Jakki had a workshop/class/thing. No, no. not conservation-related. It was about energy healing. From what she described at dinner tonight, sounded very relaxing. Saturday I went back to the Rijksmuseum and the van Gogh Museum. Speaking of the Rijks - One of the guards spraying water onto the acid (or was it caustic? I still don't know the whole story...) -damaged painting:
Sunday, I spent the day exploring Leiden and Delft. Both beautiful towns, both perfect for just walking around. I hit Leiden first. Being able to visit Leiden was important for me - Robert Cushman spent a good bit of time in there with the Pilgrims before securing Speedwell and Mayflower for a certain transatlantic journey in 1620.
One of my favorite spots in Leiden is the Burcht, the site of a 12th-century fortress near the center of the town. It's basically a small round wall on top of a large mound of earth. Tons of fantastic views of the town.Also went to the national antiquities museum. Again, another great surprise. Pretty small, but a great collection, especially Egyptian. Lots of mummies. Didn't take any pictures of them (out of respect for the dead - or afterliving?) but I did take a picture of a croc mummy. Ended up fuzzy. Bummer. There was a really cool exhibit on one particular mummy in the collection where they showed an animation of a CT scan of the mummy, and telling the mummy's story. Also in the entrance hall there's an entire freaking temple given to the Dutch by the Egyptian government in the late 60s for their help with the Aswan High Dam.
There, I saw the funniest museum label I've ever seen. There was a small area showing Greek homoerotic art, and this was the label copy. I think it's hilarious that it's written in the present tense:
Even the Egyptian bulls/oxen got into the act:
The saddest thing I saw in Leiden was the remains of the Vrouekerke - an old church from the 1400s that was allowed to fall into disrepair in the 19th c. All that's left is this wall, in a kind of crappy area of town. Developers want to tear it down and build a club. My people went to church there 400 years ago.
Delft was pretty similar to Leiden, I felt. Lots of history, great architecture. I'll spare you though and show you this picture I took in the town square of a young girl playing soccer (still refusing to call it football).
Cripes, this is a long post....
I'm tired. so let's skip to the end.
Yesterday, we stopped work at 2 and went to a pigment mill north of Haarlem and Amsterdam called De Kat. It's on a little river with several windmills nearby. There's a mustard mill, an oil mill, a saw mill...
We hung out with Piet, the millner. Dude is crazy, smokes an old school pipe. Wears wooden clogs all the time. He showed us how everything works, the stock room of artist supplies, and took us to the roof, where we saw him shut down the mill for the day, bring in the sails, etc. Then we got to climb up one of the windmill blades up to the center to take a look around. Really amazing stuff. The roof is about 20 feet off the ground or so, and then the upper part of the mill is about 35 or 40 feet tall. Each blade is about 25 to 30 feet long. So, you do the math. Then we (Me, Mireille, Liesbeth, Anneke, and Abbie) had a picnic in a field nearby. Bunches of pictures:
Also in the news: won't be going to Italy next week as planned. The Italians who are hosting the workshop decided last minute that there just isn't room for me to be in the workshop. Kind of a shitty thing to do, but oh well...
Luckily, I hadn't booked my tickets yet. Prices were steadily dropping, so I waited. They spiked up on Monday morning, and I was going to book Monday night, when I got emails saying that I couldn't go. Bummer. Now I'll be in Amsterdam the same weekend as Sean Paul. That makes me angry. I have to breathe the same air as him. Yes, Sean Paul, we know that you like to be on the dance floor. Yes, we know that you like to see the women on the dance floor. We know you like the wacky tobacky. That's fine, whatever. Just please shut up, Sean Paul. Every song you have sounds exactly the same, where you "sing" lines in one note and then change to a string of other notes at the end of the line. We get it. And yes, we've heard that beat before; you used it on your last song.
(Oh uh hang on one second. Yes, uh Grover what is it, this has to be quick, I am so pressed... Yes, the letter G is wonderful... Of course, and the number 6... Oh ok, ok, Gr, Grover, Grover, GROV-UH, GROV-UH, GROV-UH... you, you know what? If you're gonna shout, we can just talk later... Oh uh oh alright, you know what? Call me back when you calm down.)
In summary: Sean Paul makes me angry, and it's the Italians' fault that I'll be in the same city at the same time as him.
PS - I miss this one the most:
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