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So, I went to the Met today...
Dec. 28th, 2003 12:11 am
For my project, I'm supposed to compare and contrast the Stele of Youth and Little Girl and the Grave Stele with Family Group. I have some thoughts down, others would be appreciated.
Then I wandered for a bit. Now, to be fair, while my family used to go the Met quite a bit when we (Jenn/Ginger and I) were little, we haven't in a while, and an art museum really isn't my favorite type of museum. But Figgy (who really needs to come to school up here or at least visit one summer in the future when she's more independant or something just to get all this out of her system) was so thrilled with the "youliveinacitywithallthosemuseaums!" squeelness of it all that I felt I ought to enjoy it, at the very least for the nostalgia.
So I wandered. And wandered. Took a good look at the Monet's, was quite pleased that I could identify them as such without reading the tags (and they weren't the most famous ones at first either). Wandered over to the American section, saw this perfectly wonderful library table with an inlaid skymap on the top.... *drools... but not on the table* I want. That table. Wandered around and looked at the preserved rooms.
Then I got to the good stuff. I found the armor. That stuff is expletive awesome. It's amazing how many styles and designs there are, not even counting purely decorative aspects. But it made me a bit sad. It's such a waste, really... all that time and effort, and it's beautiful work, to save people from being killed by those whom they wish to kill. And none of it matters because those who made it and those who wore it are all dead anyway, and all the armor in the world couldn't save them. Made me feel lonely for a bit.
Oh, and then I got lost. Inside the museum. This was the prelude for me misplacing the train station and wandering several blocks out of my way to get back to it on my wayhome to the bookstore.
But I want to go back, maybe sometime next week, with Jenn and Lizziey and Mommy. *nodnodnod*
Later I'll post a nice nostalgic post about my childhood spent wandering this museum with my family (or so I wish you to believe, anyway...)
Then I wandered for a bit. Now, to be fair, while my family used to go the Met quite a bit when we (Jenn/Ginger and I) were little, we haven't in a while, and an art museum really isn't my favorite type of museum. But Figgy (who really needs to come to school up here or at least visit one summer in the future when she's more independant or something just to get all this out of her system) was so thrilled with the "youliveinacitywithallthosemuseaums!" squeelness of it all that I felt I ought to enjoy it, at the very least for the nostalgia.
So I wandered. And wandered. Took a good look at the Monet's, was quite pleased that I could identify them as such without reading the tags (and they weren't the most famous ones at first either). Wandered over to the American section, saw this perfectly wonderful library table with an inlaid skymap on the top.... *drools... but not on the table* I want. That table. Wandered around and looked at the preserved rooms.
Then I got to the good stuff. I found the armor. That stuff is expletive awesome. It's amazing how many styles and designs there are, not even counting purely decorative aspects. But it made me a bit sad. It's such a waste, really... all that time and effort, and it's beautiful work, to save people from being killed by those whom they wish to kill. And none of it matters because those who made it and those who wore it are all dead anyway, and all the armor in the world couldn't save them. Made me feel lonely for a bit.
Oh, and then I got lost. Inside the museum. This was the prelude for me misplacing the train station and wandering several blocks out of my way to get back to it on my way
But I want to go back, maybe sometime next week, with Jenn and Lizziey and Mommy. *nodnodnod*
Later I'll post a nice nostalgic post about my childhood spent wandering this museum with my family (or so I wish you to believe, anyway...)
