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timeripple) wrote2012-01-29 02:48 pm
timeripple) wrote2012-01-29 02:48 pm
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At the airport on the way to CA! Why is it that I can never actually sit down to write except when at an airport where there’s literally nothing else to do except walk around carrying luggage and eating fried food?
I have, for the first time, been confronted with a backscatter scanner and requested to opt-out. I had heard horror stories, but these two ladies were very courteous and professional. Much appreciated.
Lalalalala. Typetypetype. I mean there’s always people-watching, but I get enough of that already. And I want to save my book for the flight. It’s an ARC of Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta, sequel to Finnikin of the Rock, and I’m enjoying it, but I had to make a paper cover because I was embarrassed to be carrying it around. Seriously, that much soulful guyliner just does not say “street cred”.
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Last Thursday I dragged![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cadragongirl to meet up with another friend from work at the Museum of Science for the Day in Pompeii exhibit, which was full of stuff that normally you’d have to go to Naples to see. There were some nice frescoes (if you don’t have room for an actual garden, paint one on the wall!), nice garden furniture, and some hilarious erotic pottery. Seriously, I get the threesome in the boat on the Nile, but hell if I know why there was a crocodile menacing them. Like, seriously menacing. Oh you wacky ancient Romans. Maybe it was meant to add a spice of the exotic? XD
The bit with the plaster casts was rather upsetting. (Actual plaster casts of spaces in the layers of debris. The spaces were made by bodies at the moment of their deaths.) The very first one we saw was the crouching figure with its hands trying to protect its face. Just beyond it was a dog, twisted about in pain. I completely lost it and went to wait at the other end of that part, over by the tavern stuff. After a while I recovered enough to inch back to some actual skeletons from Herculaneum. Somehow those were less upsetting. But I couldn’t quite avoid the final plaster figure of a man, facedown, in shackles.
Near the end was a beautiful spiral display of coins, and some (probably hilarious) graffiti not in Latin but in some lost language. I was sad that it wasn’t translated, butcadragongirl pointed out that it was probably obscene anyway. Oh you wacky Not-Romans.
The Pompeii exhibit took up almost two hours, after which we spent some time on the general exhibit floors since admission was included in the tickets. By the optical illusion wall we wandered into What I Eat: Around the World in 25 Diets, which was both interesting (in terms of what various people eat in a day) and frustrating (as it made both M and me hungry for dumplings). What made it so compelling, I think, was that each diet was representative of an individual person, not a statistic; a snapshot of a real life, and the food was in context. Really interesting. (Also, I want dumplings now. There’s a Chinese fast-food booth back at the food court, but it’s all greasy noodles and stuff.)
Anyway, we finished up with the dinosaurs, as all right-thinking people should. Dinosaurs are SUPER COOL.
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Okay, I’ve finished my yogurt and I’m going to find some more food. Just not the greasy noodles.
I have, for the first time, been confronted with a backscatter scanner and requested to opt-out. I had heard horror stories, but these two ladies were very courteous and professional. Much appreciated.
Lalalalala. Typetypetype. I mean there’s always people-watching, but I get enough of that already. And I want to save my book for the flight. It’s an ARC of Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta, sequel to Finnikin of the Rock, and I’m enjoying it, but I had to make a paper cover because I was embarrassed to be carrying it around. Seriously, that much soulful guyliner just does not say “street cred”.
…
Last Thursday I dragged
cadragongirl to meet up with another friend from work at the Museum of Science for the Day in Pompeii exhibit, which was full of stuff that normally you’d have to go to Naples to see. There were some nice frescoes (if you don’t have room for an actual garden, paint one on the wall!), nice garden furniture, and some hilarious erotic pottery. Seriously, I get the threesome in the boat on the Nile, but hell if I know why there was a crocodile menacing them. Like, seriously menacing. Oh you wacky ancient Romans. Maybe it was meant to add a spice of the exotic? XD The bit with the plaster casts was rather upsetting. (Actual plaster casts of spaces in the layers of debris. The spaces were made by bodies at the moment of their deaths.) The very first one we saw was the crouching figure with its hands trying to protect its face. Just beyond it was a dog, twisted about in pain. I completely lost it and went to wait at the other end of that part, over by the tavern stuff. After a while I recovered enough to inch back to some actual skeletons from Herculaneum. Somehow those were less upsetting. But I couldn’t quite avoid the final plaster figure of a man, facedown, in shackles.
Near the end was a beautiful spiral display of coins, and some (probably hilarious) graffiti not in Latin but in some lost language. I was sad that it wasn’t translated, but
cadragongirl pointed out that it was probably obscene anyway. Oh you wacky Not-Romans. The Pompeii exhibit took up almost two hours, after which we spent some time on the general exhibit floors since admission was included in the tickets. By the optical illusion wall we wandered into What I Eat: Around the World in 25 Diets, which was both interesting (in terms of what various people eat in a day) and frustrating (as it made both M and me hungry for dumplings). What made it so compelling, I think, was that each diet was representative of an individual person, not a statistic; a snapshot of a real life, and the food was in context. Really interesting. (Also, I want dumplings now. There’s a Chinese fast-food booth back at the food court, but it’s all greasy noodles and stuff.)
Anyway, we finished up with the dinosaurs, as all right-thinking people should. Dinosaurs are SUPER COOL.
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Okay, I’ve finished my yogurt and I’m going to find some more food. Just not the greasy noodles.
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Froi is engrossing and I have many things to say about it and how it treats the BABIES FIX EVERYTHING!!! trope. My main complaints are 1) STOP WITH THE CLIFFHANGER/RISING ACTION ENDINGS ALREADY, and 2) Froi is exactly like Finnikin except when the author remembers that Froi is supposed to be snarky. Oh, and 3) the cover. GUYS, YOU'RE CANDLEWICK. YOU CAN DO BETTER.
Yes you do!