Now Rough—Now Smooth
Jul. 2nd, 2017 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyThis week:
1. Spongebob Quizpants came second. We are creeping up slowly.
2. Someone on Masterchef served up coriander ice-cream. That's a big bowl of nope.
3. I went to Melbourne for the National Gallery's annual winter blockbuster, which this year is Van Gogh and the Seasons. The paintings were superb, of course, but they really needed to rethink the layout. To enter you had to go through a narrow, zigzagging walkway. I think it was supposed to be like walking down an alley, which would have been fine, except they don't stagger the number of people who can go in at once anymore, so the alley was packed. And it was even worse in the little room they had for each season: still a lot of people, and they don't prohibit photography now, so people were taking photos of the works from oblique angles. So I was hot and crushed and grumpy and not inclined to linger.
On the other hand, when I was a teen, I had a print of Wheat Field with Cypresses on my wall, and it was lovely to meet it in person. I treated myself to a reusable grocery bag printed with it in the gift shop later. No glasses cleaning cloths like they had for Degas last year. I wonder if Van Gogh would be pleased about that or not.
Next week: Monday will my last day at work. Again. I feel oddly flat about it this time round.
Weekly knitting update: The first band is in progress. I am about halfway through my last skein. Will it last to finish both bands? Tune in next week!
1. Spongebob Quizpants came second. We are creeping up slowly.
2. Someone on Masterchef served up coriander ice-cream. That's a big bowl of nope.
3. I went to Melbourne for the National Gallery's annual winter blockbuster, which this year is Van Gogh and the Seasons. The paintings were superb, of course, but they really needed to rethink the layout. To enter you had to go through a narrow, zigzagging walkway. I think it was supposed to be like walking down an alley, which would have been fine, except they don't stagger the number of people who can go in at once anymore, so the alley was packed. And it was even worse in the little room they had for each season: still a lot of people, and they don't prohibit photography now, so people were taking photos of the works from oblique angles. So I was hot and crushed and grumpy and not inclined to linger.
On the other hand, when I was a teen, I had a print of Wheat Field with Cypresses on my wall, and it was lovely to meet it in person. I treated myself to a reusable grocery bag printed with it in the gift shop later. No glasses cleaning cloths like they had for Degas last year. I wonder if Van Gogh would be pleased about that or not.
Next week: Monday will my last day at work. Again. I feel oddly flat about it this time round.
Weekly knitting update: The first band is in progress. I am about halfway through my last skein. Will it last to finish both bands? Tune in next week!