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I need to buckle down and write a review
Aug. 5th, 2007 02:07 pmLis and I saw two plays this weekend; she's going to review one, and I agreed to review the other. But I'm procrastinating.
So, instead, I'll mention that, while we were in Lee (a town out in Western Mass, in the Berkshires), we stopped at a diner for lunch, which we discovered was the diner in the Norman Rockwell painting "The Runaway" -- that's the one with the police officer sitting on one diner stool, and a little kid sitting on the stool next to him, and they're talking (the kid has a little bundle of stuff on the floor by the stool). At the next table was a half-dozen college-age kids, who were talking about, among other things, their religious upbringings. In the course of this, one of the women mentioned a Jewish joke that neither Lis nor I had heard before -- this is a rare event.
Q: How do you get rid of rats in a synagogue?
A: Give them bar mitzvahs. You'll never see them again.
Pittsfield, Massachusetts has a really neat museum. It's the town art/science/history/aquarium museum. It's, like, three floors including the basement. Top floor has some paintings and sculpture, including some plaster casts of Famous Statues (Venus de Milo, Winged Victory of Thrace, that sort of thing), and some gorgeous Italian nineteenth century stuff. It also has space for temporary exhibits, which is what drew us there -- it was a traveling exhibit of Toys Of Our Childhood -- Slinky, Spirograph, Mister Potatohead, Matchbox cars, Easy-Bake Oven, you know the sort of thing. Mom -- you have to go out there in order to take a picture with the human-sized cutout of Barbie.
I suspect that they cleared out exhibit space for that, because there was also a room with just exhibits piled up. They had a mummy. And lots of other stuff that you couldn't see because it was basically jumbled together like in someone's attic. So I suspect that all those exhibits and paintings and stuff are SUPPOSED to go in the rooms where the traveling exhibit was.
The main floor has rocks, including radioactive ones, dozens of taxidermied animals and birds, dioramas of the wildlife of different environments, collections of seashells, and the like.
The basement is an aquarium, with a few other animals besides -- a good selection of snakes, a scorpion (with a black light -- did you know that scorpions are fluorescent under ultraviolet light?), a (Judy, avert your eyes) tarantula, frogs from around the world, toads, turtles . . .
We also went to the Norman Rockwell museum. There are a few Norman Rockwell paintings I'd like prints of, some to send to other people. For instance, I think my niece needs a poster of "Shiner". That's the one of a girl sitting outside the principal's office, clothes torn, hair messed up, with a huge black eye, and an even huger grin on her face.
So, instead, I'll mention that, while we were in Lee (a town out in Western Mass, in the Berkshires), we stopped at a diner for lunch, which we discovered was the diner in the Norman Rockwell painting "The Runaway" -- that's the one with the police officer sitting on one diner stool, and a little kid sitting on the stool next to him, and they're talking (the kid has a little bundle of stuff on the floor by the stool). At the next table was a half-dozen college-age kids, who were talking about, among other things, their religious upbringings. In the course of this, one of the women mentioned a Jewish joke that neither Lis nor I had heard before -- this is a rare event.
Q: How do you get rid of rats in a synagogue?
A: Give them bar mitzvahs. You'll never see them again.
Pittsfield, Massachusetts has a really neat museum. It's the town art/science/history/aquarium museum. It's, like, three floors including the basement. Top floor has some paintings and sculpture, including some plaster casts of Famous Statues (Venus de Milo, Winged Victory of Thrace, that sort of thing), and some gorgeous Italian nineteenth century stuff. It also has space for temporary exhibits, which is what drew us there -- it was a traveling exhibit of Toys Of Our Childhood -- Slinky, Spirograph, Mister Potatohead, Matchbox cars, Easy-Bake Oven, you know the sort of thing. Mom -- you have to go out there in order to take a picture with the human-sized cutout of Barbie.
I suspect that they cleared out exhibit space for that, because there was also a room with just exhibits piled up. They had a mummy. And lots of other stuff that you couldn't see because it was basically jumbled together like in someone's attic. So I suspect that all those exhibits and paintings and stuff are SUPPOSED to go in the rooms where the traveling exhibit was.
The main floor has rocks, including radioactive ones, dozens of taxidermied animals and birds, dioramas of the wildlife of different environments, collections of seashells, and the like.
The basement is an aquarium, with a few other animals besides -- a good selection of snakes, a scorpion (with a black light -- did you know that scorpions are fluorescent under ultraviolet light?), a (Judy, avert your eyes) tarantula, frogs from around the world, toads, turtles . . .
We also went to the Norman Rockwell museum. There are a few Norman Rockwell paintings I'd like prints of, some to send to other people. For instance, I think my niece needs a poster of "Shiner". That's the one of a girl sitting outside the principal's office, clothes torn, hair messed up, with a huge black eye, and an even huger grin on her face.