Friday, July 10, 2009

A Museum By Any Other Name...

Well, it's been busy, busy, busy here. I've been working madly on the dreaded dissertation. Already 542 words written (there's yer introduction, mate!) and only about 14,458 words to go. *sigh* Does it sound as llloooooooooonnnng to you as it does to me?

And.... there are approximately 58 days, give or take a half-hour, in which to finish the whole blasted thing. Did I mention I tend to procrastinate? Gah.

Really, I make it sound worse than it is. Once I get to writing, it does become more interesting. It's just that the siren lure of Word Twist on Facebook keeps mucking with my resolve.

One sentence at a time. One sentence at a time. Too bad I can't bind my freakin' blog in leatherette and turn that in!

Anywhatsit, I should be inspired, because whilst while in Santa Barbara, I visited one of my University of Leicester friends, Lynn.



She does about 50 different art-related things for a living, but she also finished, finished her dissertation!




So it can be done, people. See how gleeful she looks?

She's given me the confidence.

She also let me touch it.


Just a touch of bald-faced envy from my seat over here.

Interestingly, her topic was "A museum by any other name is still a museum" and the premise looked fascinating. Not to mention that she got very high marks. I was slavering all over it.

I do hope she's polished my drool stains off it by now.

Thinking about her dissertation came in handy when, on the next leg of the trip, we visited another old friend up in Oregon who has his own museum. Because Dan has either "a helluva lotta stuff in his barn that he on occasion shows to his very bestest old friends" or "a pretty durn cool very private museum"... and I'm going with the latter description.

Dan's museum mimics the form of an old-fashioned Wunderkammer. Collections of oddities and strange specimens from far and wide are gathered together, compared and contrasted, to the astonished wonderment of the viewer.

Here's the University of California Santa Barbara's version of a classic Wunderkammer, in the on-campus museum. Just to give you an idea of what the classical model is...



Weird things, beautiful things, amazing things, horrifying things...




are displayed in collector's cabinets for our collective awed gaze.





Dan's museum is similar in many ways. Old things, beautiful things....







Mysterious and unnamed things...









The only thing this museum needs is perhaps a bit more frequent dusting?




But that dust could have been Mt. St. Helen's ash, rather than dust, per se.



Because Dan's got some of that stuff too! So he's probably right to leave it all alone.





There were surprises around every corner at Dan's place. Antique cars, anyone?


An unbelievable flying machine?





A thriving watch repair business?

It's all there, and lots more.







And what else? Wait for it...




a DeLorean!




Back to the Future, anyone?





The reason Aphrodite's laughing so hard is that the sound track from Back to the Future is playing from inside the car. Because it's got to be a complete and total sensory experience at Dan's Homestyle Museum!


I've known Dan for about 30 years now, and he's always been full of surprises. The first surprise was that he actually hired me for one of my first real jobs, a decision he apparently didn't regret. I must have made him laugh often enough to make it worthwhile. You can't tell from any of my pictures, but he has the twinkliest Irish eyes you'll ever be lucky enough to see.




It's nice to know I still have a friend in Oregon.


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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Whilst I traveled, by plashy brink of weedy lake...

Hey, Sis! Over here!

"Whilst, whilst, whilst, whilst, whilst!"

There. Got it out of my system.

My little sister has just taken me to task for my poser-y use of various British-isms, including using the word "whilst", spelling words like "specialise" with an "s" instead of a "z", adding a boatload of "u"s to words like "colour" and "glamour", and generally being a prattish put-on.

"After all," she said, "you did speak American English for 44 years. It shouldn't be that hard to switch back."

I lied and told her the spell check on my word processor was still set to British and was going to stay that way until I finished my dissertation, but who am I kidding?

She's right, even if she only has one kidney. Not that there's anything wrong with being one organ short of a full set. We can't all be perfect, can we? (And that's the Queen's Royal "we", in case you're wondering.)

So I'm just gonna click reset on the ol' computer, and I'm going back to Americanisms, for real and for ever. Until I change my mind again.

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A few weeks ago I was feeling sad that, since leaving Johannesburg, I'd never seen another jacaranda tree. I believed, mistakenly, that jacarandas only live in Gauteng province, and mostly in Pretoria, for that matter.

It would be pretty nice if only the great stuff about South Africa stuck in my mind... but unfortunately, although there are images like this:


F1000006 jacaranda, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.



there are a lot more images like this:


F1000008 fence, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.







So, Southern California, where have you been all my life?


IMG_7443, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.

Jacarandas are everywhere, and they're just as beautiful in the northern hemisphere as in the southern. Perhaps more beautiful, because you can enjoy them without palisade fences or razorwire cluttering up your view.


IMG_7600, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.

So much for unnecessary nostalgia, then.






Anyhoo, the trip to So Cal was all about this one:


IMG_7570, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.

and her All Singing, All Dancing, Explosive and Totally Amazing Show,
Aphrodite: The Extravaganza.


We had front-row seats arrived just in time and barely found a spot to alight, due to a multitude of problems involving the application of sunscreen. Whatevs.


IMG_7581, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.

There she is! The blonde.

In addition to three years of university tuition and loads of airline flights, we also paid for that double lei draped around her neck. Thirty bucks. But how often do you graduate from UCSB? Right, once. We hope.



Anylei, the $30 was totally worth it, because it enabled her to say, for at least three days following, "I just got leied the other day. Har har har. Get it? Get it? Do ya? Do ya get it?"


IMG_7592, originally uploaded by ehdindigo.

For this, we paid out-of-state Cali tuition? *sigh*



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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Procrastination AND insomnia

Ah well. Can't sleep.
More about my West Coast road trip, shall we?




Here's one of my marvelous friends.


I visited Francey whilst in LA.






She lives in a beautiful and weird little house in Glendale.
It's entirely unique.






We've known each other for about 15 years,
and people often confuse one of us with the other...
or they did when we lived in the same town.




Oddly, we've "lived in the same town" on two different continents,
so there've been many opportunities for mistaken identity.
Fortunately, we both live such upright, moral lives
that no incriminating or sordid details were spilled.



You know me: Mrs. Buttoned-Up.




After Francey took me to the Getty,
we zipped over to the Norton Simon Museum.
Of course, you can't take photos inside the galleries,
but once again, the gardens were marvelous.

Look how cleverly the sculptures have been placed
to echo the landscaping.





Or perhaps it's the other way around.




Do you suppose they put in the trees to match the sculptures?




Obviously, what I know about growing trees
you could put on the head of a pin, so...






Apparently someone isn't a big fan of Barbara Hepworth.


Can you tell?






In addition to being a stellar human being,
Francey's also a talented painter.



Here's a painting Francey did of me a few years ago.


Count your lucky stars,
I've spared you the other, a nude.
Because I don't have liability insurance covering accidental blindness for my readers.

Besides, then I'd have to call myself Mrs. Unbuttoned,
and we can't have that.
This is a family blog, folks.




To end on a serene note,
here is Francey's painting of the park at Virginia Water
where she and I used to go walking.



Lovely, isn't it?
Gosh, sometimes I really miss England.





You can see more of Francey's artwork here.


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