however, making me think of henry petrosky AND the international spy museum in the same post makes up for it.

maybe i’ll have some cake.

I just wanna chill.

G’night!

And speaking of time, it’s about time for me to get to bed. I taught tonight as well as my other job.

And it was hot and humid as hell.

Nothing is quite so hot as a suit on an NYC subway station.

All that heat wiped me out!

I need access to that time travel transit museum.

I remember one day Pi made a schedule (complete with graphs and charts) that included seeing the National Gallery, the National Portrait Gallery, and the British Museum all in one afternoon. I guess he worked time travel into his schedule somehow.

There’d be a cool addition to the transit museum!

I bet that would be interesting, actually.

Leave it to Mojo to want to go to a Museum of something practical!

But the Brooklyn Museum’s just across the river.

Well, two rivers actually. The East and Hudson.

Three if you count the Raritan.

But I’m digressing.

The only museum in NYC I don’t think I’ve been to is the MOMA. Speaking of Rothko.

But I’d rather see it in a ‘false’ museum than, say, on the internet. And false or not, the British Museum is a remarkable context to see anything in. The scope of the place, the vastness. Its amazing.

And sure, I’d rather go to Egypt than to the museum, but fat chance of that happening.

He loves his work.

I loved going on trips with her. We would have to drive over two and a half hours once we landed in New Orleans and we would talk about art — all kinds, even the place of comic book art as a particularly American expression.

One of the things we talked about several times was the “falseness” of the museum experience. Everything is seen outside of its original context, usually surrounded by white as if to say the museum itself was simply an empty space filled with the art.

But we also acknowledged that if a bunch of white guys hadn’t gone around stealing stuff from its original context we wouldn’t see much of it.

The Brooklyn museum has a huge collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts (I know, surprising, right?) and it was very interesting to stand among the relics and ruins of such an ancient civilization — while in Brooklyn.

I miss those car trips. After seeing the show about Rothko, I immediately thought of my old assistant. I’ll probably call her up tomorrow, to talk about Rothko!

There were so many things at the British museum that were overwhelmingly palpable. It made me really glad those white guys went around the world stealing stuff, just so I could see it all.

But some of the most intensely tangible was the aztec stuff. I swear you could almost smell the blood.