February 29th, 2004

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Long rambling post. Also, today. [p] [m]

I had a nice day alone today, wandering around the UES. I sat around near the Central Park Zoo* for a while, and after I got tired of that I visited The Frick Collection (TFC). If you haven't been there, I highly recommend it - not only do they have some fabulous artwork, but the place itself is simply amazing. TFC was originally a private residence, and it makes you understand why it's so good to be rich. The thought of having a home like that makes my knees go weak - it really is fabulous. Here's a pic of the Garden Court - can you imagine something like this in your home?


I wandered around in there for a while - close to two hours, I think. They have an amazing collection, considering the size - Rembrandts and Whistlers and Vermeers and El Grecos and a bunch of others. (Gimme a break, it's almost 4 am, just being able to type at all is an achievement.) They had a special exhibition of some of Parmigianino's work (not his actual last name, but an adopted last name since he was from Parma - his actual name is Francesca Mazzola) which was pretty nice - and it was fun seeing his progression over the course of 20-odd years. I liked his drawings best; his paintings and etchings were ok but didn't live up to the potential of his sketches, I thought.

After TFC, I headed over to the Asia Society (AS), which was a bit disappointing. They had two shows going on, and neither was particularly interesting - and if I'm paying $7 I expect more. While I could've stayed longer, I think I put in less than 30 minutes, and didn't feel like I missed out on anything substantial for having left that quickly. Bleh.

After that, I wandered around a little more, stopping in a liquor store briefly to grab a bottle of port (Niepoort 10 year tawny) then hopped on the subway and headed back home.

After getting home and having dinner, my father and I went and saw Welcome to Mooseport, which was sappy and predictable and cute, and while not at all challenging was a pleasant enough diversion. After that, we watched The French Connection on DVD, another Gene Hackman flick.

Anyways, on to the rambling bit (I know, that's a horrifying thought, that everything above was the less rambling stuff, but there you go).
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* - Not entirely because I wanted to, but I thought I was getting met there by some people. *cough cough*
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The Academy Awards

For the first time ever, I've decided to try watching the Academy Awards. Everyone always talks about them, right? So hey, why not give it a shot.

Watching the awards has confirmed that there is no justice in the world.

- Tim Robbins. Ugh. His performance was so freaking overrated. Benicio Del Toro, or Ken Watanabe anyone? Please, anyone on the list would've been preferable.
- Finding Nemo over Triplets? Hello? Such a ripoff.
- The fact that Renee Zellweger won an award, as opposed to getting shot by a sniper in the rafters.
- Two guys worked on the Live Action Short. One of them spoke, and spoke, and spoke, until the other guy was forced to leave the stage not having gotten a single word in. God damned spotlight hog. If I was his partner I'd kick his ass after the show.

So, in summary: bah. There have been almost no funny parts, very few interesting parts, and a lot of booing and hissing on my part. Why do people watch this every year?