some_stars | a real entry

Typed at a real keyboard! Although it's one of these eerie Mac keyboards that is just a little too small and I don't even know, it bothers me. The capslock key is oversensitive, for one thing. At any rate: I will leave recounting Sunday's TSA adventures and Monday's unbearable and disastrous everything until I get home, probably. The weather abruptly picked up today so I am in a nicer mood, although this keyboard is doing its best to counteract that. I have done nothing especially thrilling so here are some pictures. --okay, Photobucket claims that it's resized these but clearly that is a foul lie, so beware ridiculously gigantic images within. (Unless...it's resized them for everyone but me? Which I would not put past it.) --and now, a day later, they're the size they're supposed to be. I UNDERSTAND NOTHING.

The first thing I did on Sunday afternoon, when we arrived and it hadn't yet started to rain, was go hang out in Central Park for a little while. The apartment is just off CPW near the top of the park which is lucky since my favorite Central Park-scape is the northwest quadrant.

This one's my favorite but I will probably brighten it a bit when I get home to Photoshop. The colors were more like this. I also liked this one, which includes the large perfectly-positioned rock I was sitting on, after the European boys vacated it:

And this one is good too. Really I just like all of them.

Next: the museum! Most of the stuff I looked at was drawings and prints and hence unphotographable (I assume, although I should call and check if non-flash is allowed for works on paper) but on my way to a restroom and then out, I had to stop in the ancient/prehistoric Greek room despite the mind-melting pain in my feet and my general fatigue and stress, etc etc, because--four thousand year old objects! Or possibly older! I was actually pulled off course as I walked, tilting inexorably to the side. This is where I found the most wonderful jar/pottery/thing in the entire course of human history, although it isn't four thousand years old, only 3200.

I knew immediately that this was the finest thing humankind had ever produced, but I wasn't sure what exactly that thing was until I read the label:

"Terracotta stirrup jar with octopus." As you do.

I also found this handsome fellow, only 2700 years old and looking quite well:

I took some more pictures of him from different angles, and only realized hours later when I was flipping in order through the photos on my phone that I'd accidentally filmed a twenty-second horror movie. I took this picture, then one head-on, then one from the left. Then this. Then this. And then this.

and she was never heard from again