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Today my partner and I went to the Museum of Modern Art. MoMA is a romantic place for us, because nine-and-a-half years ago, in the summer of 2000, we met in the real world for the first time (after having been friends on-line for about a year). I came to NYC for academic research and asked her (nervously, and allowing her plenty of chance to decline!) if she'd like to get together. She said yes! I was thrilled and anxious, and my mother made everything better by sending me clippings about people who'd arranged face-to-face meetings with strangers they'd met on-line and then were horribly murdered.
Anyway, we went out for dinner on the first night and then agreed to meet the next day at MoMA (it being a Monday, when all the other museums are closed). I honestly don't remember what we saw in the way of art, but I vividly remember sitting with her and the child (it was one day before his fourth birthday) in the MoMA garden on an astonishingly hot afternoon while protestors (no idea what they were protesting) shouted and banged on the metal garden gates with metal kitchen tools. We were awash in heat and sweat and noise, and it was one of the most romantic moments of my life.
Today was also romantic, but in a different way. It was much colder, for one thing, and there were no protestors. We saw Monet's "Waterlilies" and a special exhibit about Bauhaus, and then we ate lunch in the cafe. I find Bauhaus fascinating (form! function! modernism! design!) They had examples of various fabric prints that had been created using the Os and lines on a typewriter; it looked like a lot of binary code. "These were people just waiting for the computer to be invented," my partner said.
The Monet was interesting, too, although I'm not generally a fan of Impressionism -- partly, I think, because it has been so over-reproduced. By the time you've seen the waterlilies on a thousand greeting cards and two-pocket folders and tote bags and even umbrellas, they lose their impact. But seeing these huge, paint-heavy works in the originals is quite a powerful experience.
Tomorrow I fly back to my brother's house and then, on Saturday, I'll drive back home. Yes, the holiday is over; now I'll have to give up my vacation schedule of staying up till 3:00 a.m. and playing in HP fandom for several hours a day. Life is hard. /g/ But it's been a wonderful break!
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Date: 2010-01-07 01:32 am (UTC)also, your mother sounds a lot like mine, lol.
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:43 am (UTC)Well, she meant well, trying to protect me from murderers and all /g/
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Date: 2010-01-07 01:45 am (UTC)Hugs and sympathy on your need to leave the home of your heart to fly home. The partner chick and I spent four years living in separate countries (the US for her and Canada for me) until I got my first job and work visa in the States. It's a bittersweet parting.
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-07 01:52 am (UTC)And I love MoMA ♥
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:46 am (UTC)So does half of NY! The place was packed.
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Date: 2010-01-07 01:59 am (UTC)My mum does the same thing whenever I bring up visiting online friends. I'm thinking of cutting off her supply of CSI lol.
Glad you had a great break! Hope your travels go safely over the weekend!
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:47 am (UTC)Thanks for the travel wishes.
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Date: 2010-01-07 02:19 am (UTC)I'm sure it is wrenching to go back, but it does sound like a wonderful holiday. (The teenager is a bit scary to me, but that's something else entire.)
Take it easy on the Tart Shit when you get home.
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Date: 2010-01-07 07:32 am (UTC)Bwaaaaaaaaa. My aunt had pretty much the same reaction when I was going to get together with Djinn--and is still pretty much of the same opinion now that another couple of internet friends are coming to New York City. I think for people of a certain age the entire concept of internet friends is bizarre and threatening...
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:51 am (UTC)Plan to do some KIA reccing this weekend.
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Date: 2010-01-07 07:53 am (UTC)PS: I do feel exactly the same way about the "Waterlilies" (Munich), or Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" and so on (in Amsterdam 2 years ago...)
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:56 am (UTC)/g/ She could imagine catastrophe scenarios better than anyone I knew. We always told her she should have written scripts for 1970s disaster movies.
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Date: 2010-01-07 05:14 pm (UTC)And, indeed, you were never the same again. What a marvellous story about how Mummy is always right. Thank you for sharing that memory.
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Date: 2010-01-08 03:58 am (UTC)I was probably never the same before, either, as far as my mother was concerned /g/
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Date: 2010-01-09 12:28 pm (UTC)I have to make a confession, I am one of those people with "Waterlillies" on their umbrella:)