Quiet Weekend, Busy Week
Feb. 8th, 2010 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katestineFri night I went to the museums as I mentioned. The NYU museum had closed early but I went to see the Velasquez at the Met. Is it just me or does the Met no longer borrow pieces from other museums, let alone stage blockbuster exhibits? I can't remember the last time they had something worth advertising. The Velasquez was mostly a story about the provenance, restoration, and authentication of one piece in their collection, plus grouping together all their other Velasquez. The latter was a feature and I killed an hour wandering the European galleries. Their collection is so weird - they have a disproportionate number of Rembrandts. I've also had to add someone else to my list of painters who are not allowed to do my portrait, but I can't remember who.
In spite of my fears, I managed to sleep! 12 hours! on Fri night. I even woke up at 8, went to the bathroom - and went back to bed! Slept 8 hours on Sat too. I win!!
Sat I moved my computer to its new home, which was unexpectedly time-consuming. Then I went to back-to-back trap and silk, which was unexpectedly difficult in strength endurance and disappointing educationally. Una was subbing and she was flustered by the wildly disparate skill levels in a way that was as unhelpful as possible. On the plus side, she teaches with the trap high enough to beat and we did front and back balances and pullovers. On silks we worked on star drops.
Went for drinks with the astronomer on Sat night. I'm amused that he told a friend about me in glowing terms, but I'm not sure if it's my intelligence or my politics: he was in raptures when I was making some sort of objectivist comment (we were discussing the economy). We had an absolutely amazing sauvignon blanc called Beyond? from South Africa - it had all sorts of subtle notes. However, he was more than a little put out when after almost three hours of drinks, I wouldn't come back to his place. Dude, I don't like ANYBODY enough to spend that much time these days.
I spent Sun morning doing laundry and tidying. After three hours of that, my will to tidy was gone. I also discovered that apparently coughing + blowing my nose = cold. I cooked a horrible mess of beans, chatted on the phone, and futzed on the computer. I also watched United 93. Believe it or not, it was my first time seeing WTC footage - I was out of the country and staying in youth hostels for almost a month after, so. The hijacking was more horrifying than I expected, the drama was more overwrought than I expected.
Busy-busy week ahead, not the least of which is that I have to clean my desk at work this week, sort out speed dating leftovers and other social stuff, and make progress on my eleventy-seven urgent projects while occasionally making it to the gym. bleh.
In spite of my fears, I managed to sleep! 12 hours! on Fri night. I even woke up at 8, went to the bathroom - and went back to bed! Slept 8 hours on Sat too. I win!!
Sat I moved my computer to its new home, which was unexpectedly time-consuming. Then I went to back-to-back trap and silk, which was unexpectedly difficult in strength endurance and disappointing educationally. Una was subbing and she was flustered by the wildly disparate skill levels in a way that was as unhelpful as possible. On the plus side, she teaches with the trap high enough to beat and we did front and back balances and pullovers. On silks we worked on star drops.
Went for drinks with the astronomer on Sat night. I'm amused that he told a friend about me in glowing terms, but I'm not sure if it's my intelligence or my politics: he was in raptures when I was making some sort of objectivist comment (we were discussing the economy). We had an absolutely amazing sauvignon blanc called Beyond? from South Africa - it had all sorts of subtle notes. However, he was more than a little put out when after almost three hours of drinks, I wouldn't come back to his place. Dude, I don't like ANYBODY enough to spend that much time these days.
I spent Sun morning doing laundry and tidying. After three hours of that, my will to tidy was gone. I also discovered that apparently coughing + blowing my nose = cold. I cooked a horrible mess of beans, chatted on the phone, and futzed on the computer. I also watched United 93. Believe it or not, it was my first time seeing WTC footage - I was out of the country and staying in youth hostels for almost a month after, so. The hijacking was more horrifying than I expected, the drama was more overwrought than I expected.
Busy-busy week ahead, not the least of which is that I have to clean my desk at work this week, sort out speed dating leftovers and other social stuff, and make progress on my eleventy-seven urgent projects while occasionally making it to the gym. bleh.