Today is just a small collection from one of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts Roman art rooms. Mostly a bunch of generic portraits. I’ve always liked this facet of roman art that takes a mostly realistic approach to portraiture to the point where after a while you get more value out of them by looking at a long series of historical mug shots… in a good way.
For this week’s selection we have the Somerset Rhapsody by Gustav Holst.
I’m beginning to think it’s finally safe to enjoy he good weather. The last few times I found myself enjoying nice May and June days what followed were more weeks of rain and cool weather. After this happens a few times one finds themselves falling back into traditional Northwest superstitions and start saying things like “Summer? What is this thing called summer?” and to make matters worse you can’t really complain as you’re very much aware of how hot it is in the rest of the country.
But since the fourth it’s been really nice and warm and I’m fairly certain I can look forward to to more good weather to come. The question now is what do I do with it?For the most part I like to keep regular office hours. But even then I frequently find myself playing fast and loose with them working late or treating the weekend like just another day in the office whenever I’m late on a deadline. However sometimes I’ll lock myself in here no matter what. And because of this I’ve been trying to make my weekends sacred.
This hasn’t been as easy as one would think. Usually I find myself at a loss of what to do and frequently the a lot of the routine things seem almost as bad as staying home.
Take yesterday for example. I spent the morning helping with University Friend’s Meeting’s Light lunch. After that I went to the Fremont Sunday Market. After that I considered going to the Arboretum but ended up window shopping at the University Village… Pretty much a variation of what I’ve been doing every Sunday for months.
I’ve really got to start looking at events calendars because I’m afraid I’m getting into a rut.
Today’s Sketch is two admittedly rushed sketches from the Portland Art Museum. (I had my camera with me and that always plays havoc with my ability to draw.) Two examples of neoclassical sculpture, The Dead Pearl Diver by Benjamin Paul Akers and Medusa by Franklin B. Simmons. New England art museums are full of pieces like this and I frequently find myself thinking of them (unfairly) as the rich’s answer to clowns on black velvet.
Well another Fourth of July is past us and for those who haven’t caught it yet a very happy 236th birthday USA.
For the most part I spent it like I had every other year. That is to say treating it like just any other office day while waiting for the sun to set. (I’m happy to say I was actually much more productive than I have been in past years.
Unlike last year I left at six rather than right before actual sunset which gave me about two hours to take in the scene. Usually the crowd begins to get to me in about fifteen minutes, but this year I it wasn’t quite as crowded as it has been in past years and this time I brought a book. With that I enjoyed watching the festivities. The band Pickwick was playing and it was fun watching the going ons I was almost tempted to sample the fair grub but quickly decided against it. (Nothing kills the appetite faster than six dollar corn dogs.) Despite the fact the day had some of the best weather we’ve had all “summer” I was beginning to get cold from just starnding around. (nest time I think I’ll add a sweatshirt to my kit.)
I was glad when the fireworks came. It’s not like I wasn’t having fun but lets say you know you’ve been somewhere too long when you get in the line to the port o johns just to pass the time. THe fireworks as always were spectacular with the exception of the music. I don’t know why I always let this get to me, perhaps it’s a subconscious need for ritual, but this is the one day where I expect patriotism to be proselytized blatantly, this is the day where I want gravitas, dammit! So while the fireworks were nicely choreographed to the music why did it have to be that music? Not counting the “God bless America” crescendo the only “patriotic” song in the lineup was by Neil Diamond! As I asked last year, Where’s the Copland? Where’s the Sousa? Bernstein? I’ll even settle for music that’s overtly jingoistic even if it’s not specifically about this country like the 1812 overture.
Pause for breath
Anyway after the show I waited until the park closed to leave on the hope that the congestion on the Burke-Gilman trail would thin out. It didn’t but it was worth a try. All in all a very pleasant way to spend the holiday and I hope everyone had a wonderful time as well.
I hope everybody has a safe and fun independence day.
