Rochester Trip Part Two
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ateolfLet's see if I can wrap this up here! So I left us on Tuesday at the George Eastman Museum. It was pretty cool. It's broken up into a few parts with more of a museum with galleries and then the old mansion that's more of the history museum. We first went to the galleries and there were some awesome exhibits (photographs, as George Eastman is the Kodak dude...history lesson!) and a lot of them were focused on the theme of the South. The biggest one was from Gillian Laub when she went and documented the segregated proms in George back in 2008 (I remember when that made it into the news the next year and you know, of course being "what the fuck!?" but yeah, kinda crazy that the big article on it that came off the photo series put on the public pressure that finally got them desegregated in 2010). It was all really good and there was a whole lot of information about everything including lots of talks with the people on both sides (and how depressing the justifications of "it's just the way it's always been" and "it's not based on racism, they go to the same school together" are). We also continued to see more Tommy Kha. And there's one room with an exhibit of cameras and they had the camera from the lunar orbiter that mapped the moon landing site and it looked pretty cool, just like something that was in space in the 60s should look. So after that it was back to Mary Beth's parents'. Then at night we got the privilege of one more episode of Futurama being available. Their Hulu subscription is not ad-free so, though we'd tried a little to watch some more shows, this is about the breaking point where we couldn't take the fucking ads anymore and gave up on it except to watch that one new Futurama episode.
Then on Wednesday we went back up to Charlotte and had a nice daytime walk around the park. We even rode the oldschool carousel! We sat on cats that went up-and-down and had carved fish in their mouths. Then we walked out to the end of the jetty (I think this is where I got a little bit of sunburn but I don't think it's too bad...yet, knock on something). Then we went to the Memorial Art Gallery, the big art museum. There was a lot of really awesome stuff. One room of video exhibits had "You Dropped a Bomb on Me" playing. Lots of good modern art, an old organ (like, early Renaissance, or something like that?...and even got to see someone playing it), a trio of Monets, lots of good stuff. Then we tried to go to this other smaller gallery but found it's closed while preparing some installation. There was a used bookstore almost next door and we just hopped in there instead. I picked up a couple (being conscientious of physical size and being able to take them back on the plane!): Nohow On: Company, Ill Seen Ill Said, Worstward Ho by Samuel Beckett, Pigeon Post by Dumitru Tsepeneag, The First Lulu by Frank Wedekind, and History. A Mess. by Sigrún Pálsdóttir. Then when we met Mary Beth's parents we went over to this bar right on the water (river side, but right across from the jetty on the other side, also pretty much down the street from where we were staying) called Silk O'Loughlin's. Some friends of Mary Beth's parents met us there. We sat outside by the water and it was nice, at first it was sunny but it got less so, though there were two guys playing guitar and it was kinda loud but I had my earplugs nearby. Their version of the garbage plate is called "trash plate" and Mary Beth and I ate that.
Okay, now we're up to today. That was the trip back. Drove to the airport and dropped the rental off. While waiting for our first flight I finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel (good, but you know what it's about!). Then all the next run of flights went smooth. We stopped at the Reagan airport in DC (or should I just call it "Washington National?"). Then back home to Memphis! Kinda funny is the same taxi driver that drove us to the airport on Saturday happened to be the guy who drove us home today. So then...well, yeah. You're caught up, I guess. I probably forgot a bunch of shit or got some details wrong. I can always awkwardly correct it later!
Then on Wednesday we went back up to Charlotte and had a nice daytime walk around the park. We even rode the oldschool carousel! We sat on cats that went up-and-down and had carved fish in their mouths. Then we walked out to the end of the jetty (I think this is where I got a little bit of sunburn but I don't think it's too bad...yet, knock on something). Then we went to the Memorial Art Gallery, the big art museum. There was a lot of really awesome stuff. One room of video exhibits had "You Dropped a Bomb on Me" playing. Lots of good modern art, an old organ (like, early Renaissance, or something like that?...and even got to see someone playing it), a trio of Monets, lots of good stuff. Then we tried to go to this other smaller gallery but found it's closed while preparing some installation. There was a used bookstore almost next door and we just hopped in there instead. I picked up a couple (being conscientious of physical size and being able to take them back on the plane!): Nohow On: Company, Ill Seen Ill Said, Worstward Ho by Samuel Beckett, Pigeon Post by Dumitru Tsepeneag, The First Lulu by Frank Wedekind, and History. A Mess. by Sigrún Pálsdóttir. Then when we met Mary Beth's parents we went over to this bar right on the water (river side, but right across from the jetty on the other side, also pretty much down the street from where we were staying) called Silk O'Loughlin's. Some friends of Mary Beth's parents met us there. We sat outside by the water and it was nice, at first it was sunny but it got less so, though there were two guys playing guitar and it was kinda loud but I had my earplugs nearby. Their version of the garbage plate is called "trash plate" and Mary Beth and I ate that.
Okay, now we're up to today. That was the trip back. Drove to the airport and dropped the rental off. While waiting for our first flight I finished reading Night by Elie Wiesel (good, but you know what it's about!). Then all the next run of flights went smooth. We stopped at the Reagan airport in DC (or should I just call it "Washington National?"). Then back home to Memphis! Kinda funny is the same taxi driver that drove us to the airport on Saturday happened to be the guy who drove us home today. So then...well, yeah. You're caught up, I guess. I probably forgot a bunch of shit or got some details wrong. I can always awkwardly correct it later!
