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thehefnerI'm a bit overdue to give a couple of lingering thoughts from Chicago. First of which is, HOLY CRAP, people, does anybody know where I can get authentic Mexican food in the DC/Montgomery County area? Because I got my first taste in Chicago, and now while I make the exception for burritos at CalTort, flour tortillas are DEAD to me now.
I've heard tell the closest real Mexican food is in Riverdale. MD has a Riverdale? Who knew! I'd better keep an eye out for kids in paper crowns and jocks named "Moose."
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Speaking of Chicago, I accidentally snuck into the Field Museum (I walked in, didn't see a ticket taker, and just kept walking until I was in!). I was honestly only going to see the real lions that inspired THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS and... well, I haven't been in a Natural History museum in many years, and maybe it's because I just recently went to the Zoo... but seeing all those stuffed animals, propped up and posed, it was like walking through a graveyard. No, it was worse. These animal remnants were stuffed and made into disgusting mockeries of themselves. I was just depressed as hell.
Add to that the actual Ghost and Darkness lions themselves were much smaller than they were in real life, because the dude who killed them (Val Kilmer in the movie) had been using the skins as rugs for years before he donated them to the museum. The whole thing was heartbreaking. Thank god I didn't actually pay 20 bucks for it. Next time, I'm going to the Aquarium.
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However, I'll tell you what was worth the price of admission-- the Art Institute of Chicago. If only due to the part where I was wandering around, looking for a statue for my Realism class homework assignment, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned into this one room and there, right before me, was George Seurat's "A Sunday on the Island of La Grande Jatte."
I just... wasn't expecting it. At all. I had no idea it would be there. It's more than just an amazing work of art, it's also so emotionally tied to me because of SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE, a film which has become one of my most treasured DVDs, and there it was. There it is. Right in front of me, existing in real life before my eyes. I just sat before it, mouth open, unable to look at it without my eyes flooding with tears. I have never, ever had an experience like that with a work of art before.
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Big thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spacechild for hooking us up with CABARET tickets. Am I allowed to analyze (that is to say for much of it, shred) the production here, or shall I do so when next we hang out over beer and dead things on buns?
I've heard tell the closest real Mexican food is in Riverdale. MD has a Riverdale? Who knew! I'd better keep an eye out for kids in paper crowns and jocks named "Moose."
*
Speaking of Chicago, I accidentally snuck into the Field Museum (I walked in, didn't see a ticket taker, and just kept walking until I was in!). I was honestly only going to see the real lions that inspired THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS and... well, I haven't been in a Natural History museum in many years, and maybe it's because I just recently went to the Zoo... but seeing all those stuffed animals, propped up and posed, it was like walking through a graveyard. No, it was worse. These animal remnants were stuffed and made into disgusting mockeries of themselves. I was just depressed as hell.
Add to that the actual Ghost and Darkness lions themselves were much smaller than they were in real life, because the dude who killed them (Val Kilmer in the movie) had been using the skins as rugs for years before he donated them to the museum. The whole thing was heartbreaking. Thank god I didn't actually pay 20 bucks for it. Next time, I'm going to the Aquarium.
*
However, I'll tell you what was worth the price of admission-- the Art Institute of Chicago. If only due to the part where I was wandering around, looking for a statue for my Realism class homework assignment, and I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned into this one room and there, right before me, was George Seurat's "A Sunday on the Island of La Grande Jatte."
I just... wasn't expecting it. At all. I had no idea it would be there. It's more than just an amazing work of art, it's also so emotionally tied to me because of SUNDAY IN THE PARK WITH GEORGE, a film which has become one of my most treasured DVDs, and there it was. There it is. Right in front of me, existing in real life before my eyes. I just sat before it, mouth open, unable to look at it without my eyes flooding with tears. I have never, ever had an experience like that with a work of art before.
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Big thanks to
spacechild for hooking us up with CABARET tickets. Am I allowed to analyze (that is to say for much of it, shred) the production here, or shall I do so when next we hang out over beer and dead things on buns?
