Sunday, 17 June 2018
The museum night 2018
Been super tired from the vineyard ordeal (In
fact dad called me yesterday morning, saying: I hear we’re going mushroom
hunting!... And I cried: Dad, are you fucking kidding me, I can’t keep up with
your schedule!...) so the day before yesterday was slow to close … But come Saturday,
the tempo just picked up again. First I unexpectedly – usually I just ignore
these kind of announcements – learned that catching Pokies gives you triple the
XP and combined with the Lucky Egg, that means six times – and I learned this because
someone’s put Lures on all of the Poke stops down a main Poke street, causing
20 or so Pokestops in line to rain pink petals … I grabbed a power bank from
the kid and went out, and if you saw packs of (mainly adults) walking like
lunatics, following their phones, phones connected to their backpacks with
charge wires, then it was us. I made it to level during 31 (slow levels now,
sloooow…) and even caught a five star rare during a tough raid. It was Larvitar
hunting season, more than a 100 caught, five Shineys. Per Poke terms, that was
a good day.
Afterlunch
I passed out and though G’s back is still problematic, we after-nap made out
until the alarm sounded. Dad called to check when we’re randez-vous-ing, as I
talked him into coming to town for the ‘Museum night’ – the night when all
museums are open and free from six pm till midnight. Even G joined us, but the
original plan for the two of them to go to the Contemporary (Modern) history to
talk war and me to go check the glass exhibition then meet in the middle for
the main event, kinda fell though. We started with the main event, because dad
misunderstood there will be a live lecture. No matter, I know that museum by
heart and I took them through the Roman and Pre-historic era. (Roman first
because it’s in the basement of the building, where they dug up the Roman
foundation and road.) G’s back no longer supported him, so he went home. Dad
and I took a pause, he went to the bathroom and out to smoke, and then no
longer wanted to proceed to the middle ages, to check out the new placements of
the Counts of Cilli remains. We instead offed to the main city square where an
80-member ensemble of singers performed Carmina Burana’s most famous sentence (O Fortuna nad the like...).
I
notice, what with eighty people screaming like banshees and still making sense,
that I can mostly tell what I am hearing if I LOOK at the performers. Not so
much singers, because I don’t really like loud high notes and people seem to
think that’s what makes a good singer: being super noisy and super pitchy, but
the orchestra, the drummers and gong-bangers. (Gong, not gang.) I am extremely
fond of percussion. But I need to watch it to hear it properly.
After
that dad was tired and I walked him to the car, checking via phone if any of my
crowd is anywhere on the circuit. MyMaja took the kids to see the Short Animation,
which is exactly where I wanted to go, but I got there a little too late and we
just said hi, then parted. Another amazing expo – the lecture and the looped
footage were a little too much, I was already getting overwhelmed, but the
exhibited artwork was mesmerizing. I didn’t like when the lecturer kept
stressing how some of these talented people went on to become super sold out
and made a fuckload of money by working for companies nobody with eyes would
consider art, as if that’s what creativity is about at all. But the rest of it,
mind-blowingly good. Some of it really sad. But all of it really good.
Though there were several other
lectures, exhibitions, concerts and events and the hour was around ten-ish, the
night warm and busy and perfect, I only had the energy to go to one more. (Nor
was I that interested in seaside-way of life expo, per say, or erotic ‘moving
statues’ or something of the sort. I have to admit seaside and sex don’t particularly
interest me second-hand. I’m perfectly able to experience both without someone
calling it.) The glass was fancy and very photogenic. I was hoping to be in
company, so someone would shine a pen light through while I photographed it for
extra effect, but I was alone and there was no need – the custodians did a
great job. When are you going to fuck around with light if not when exhibiting crystal,
eh? :D
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