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Maybe I Just Like Responsible Older Men
Sep. 11th, 2010 09:09 pmA while ago, I posted about a pet conspiracy theory of mine, namely that Lord Vetinari is the Master's much more competent, less crazy older brother. I have not forgotten that theory! In fact, I've done something worse: I've crossed universes again in order to come to the firm conclusion that not only is he the Master's brother, but he has a monthly Tea and Commiseration Date with Messrs. Mycroft Holmes and Irving Braxiatel. They have a club, you see. For competent, quiet, exasperated, long-suffering, government-controlling older siblings of mad geniuses. They get together and bemoan how their younger brothers get all the attention for their schemes while they do all the real work, and what a hassle it to constantly be bothered by them, and how many of their things were exploded when they were lads, and how much looking after their brothers need. It is all very civilized and sympathetic, and they have a sworn pact that their brothers (well, the ones who aren't pining for each other already, anyway) are never allowed to meet.
They may be having sex with each other. I don't dare ask.
Today was a day, of sorts. I went with my grandmother to the new exhibit at the art museum on synesthesic art. I highly recommend it to anyone who happens to be in Albuquerque for some bizarre reason - it's very well put together, and the concept is really nifty. I know a lot of people don't like non-representational art, but I think the subject of the exhibit makes it a lot more accessible than it usually is; by focusing on artists who are trying to capture the experience of certain sounds, or the emotional impact of a color range, or the physical sense of a environment, it's a lot easier to understand why they would turn to abstract techniques as the best way to express their concepts. But you know, to be fair, I usually really love the weird exhibits, so your mileage may vary. Also, I did not know that e.e.cummings was also a painter.
In any case, I loved a lot of the pieces they had, and we both had a great time and a nice lunch. I'm really glad I got to spend more time with my grandparents this summer - last year I pretty much only saw them when we were both at the hospital, and that basically sucked. This summer has gone better on, well, every scale possible, and it's nice to go back knowing that I got the most out of it in terms of my family, if nothing else.
I'm trying not to freak out about this week's marathon road trip, so I'm distracting myself by uploading a million recipes into my computer so I don't have to steal all my dad's cookbooks when I go back to California. Unfortunately, that is really, really boring! So I'm distracting myself from that by watching football and thinking about the dream I had last night where Benedict Cumberbatch was a doctor in a hospital and I accidentally groped his ass.
They may be having sex with each other. I don't dare ask.
Today was a day, of sorts. I went with my grandmother to the new exhibit at the art museum on synesthesic art. I highly recommend it to anyone who happens to be in Albuquerque for some bizarre reason - it's very well put together, and the concept is really nifty. I know a lot of people don't like non-representational art, but I think the subject of the exhibit makes it a lot more accessible than it usually is; by focusing on artists who are trying to capture the experience of certain sounds, or the emotional impact of a color range, or the physical sense of a environment, it's a lot easier to understand why they would turn to abstract techniques as the best way to express their concepts. But you know, to be fair, I usually really love the weird exhibits, so your mileage may vary. Also, I did not know that e.e.cummings was also a painter.
In any case, I loved a lot of the pieces they had, and we both had a great time and a nice lunch. I'm really glad I got to spend more time with my grandparents this summer - last year I pretty much only saw them when we were both at the hospital, and that basically sucked. This summer has gone better on, well, every scale possible, and it's nice to go back knowing that I got the most out of it in terms of my family, if nothing else.
I'm trying not to freak out about this week's marathon road trip, so I'm distracting myself by uploading a million recipes into my computer so I don't have to steal all my dad's cookbooks when I go back to California. Unfortunately, that is really, really boring! So I'm distracting myself from that by watching football and thinking about the dream I had last night where Benedict Cumberbatch was a doctor in a hospital and I accidentally groped his ass.