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Burning… Bridges

So…

Today is the father-unit’s birthday. It’s his 70th. I think.

It’s been almost 4 years since the accusation occurred, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I haven’t called him on his birthday since then, and I think I’ve only sent one card as well.

I’m not really sure where I was going with this. That’s what this situation does to my brain.

*sigh*

On a happier note, yesterday I was able to go to Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art with Sandy of The Banal Chew, the fabulous GypsyBiscuit, and He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named-Just-Because. A nice time was had by all.

For some reason I only took a few pictures, none of which Sandy happened to be in. 🙁

But here’s the ones I took.

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Pamphlets lying around. I re-arranged them. And I laughed. Because I’m 12 years old.

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I tried a Salted Caramel Latte. Not a fan. But the top of it was pretty.

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It was a pretty day. The sun was shining and it was slightly warm out.

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The fabulous GypsyBiscuit. With her cooking t-shirt of awesomeness.

And now that I’ve written this post, I think I know exactly which “family” is really important to me.

Until next time...
Erik

Who says we can’t have nice things in Arkansas?

On Monday, the Husbear and I went to the new Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art here in Bentonville.

For some reason it took years to build, but it finally opened on 11/11/11.

This is the entrance to the museum. There’s a large silver tree out front. The Husbear wants one now so that all his peacocks can hang around on it.

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My apologies if the pictures are a little fuzzy. They were all taken with my iPhone 3GS’ camera.

I was definitely more intrigued by the building design than I was a majority of the art on exhibit.

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Something about this building reminds me of a turtle shell:

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And this one a rolly-polly or a centipede:

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It will be interesting to see the grounds in a few years once everything has started to weather and loses that new construction feel.

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The interior ceilings of the “bridges” are gorgeous to look at.

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There are a lot of unusual shapes to be found in the museum.

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This is the ceiling of the gift shop/museum store. I loved it more than anything. Each of those lines is actually a cut piece of plywood on edge. And the buckyball-esque light fixtures are incredible.

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The museum has an interesting layout. In between each of the sections of galleries, there are small, comfortable libraries with books one can read. Some day I may just go back and park my butt down and read for a while.

Then there’s all the art. The museum has several galleries dedicated to different periods of time. But my favorite pieces ended up being in the Modern and Contemporary sections, which the Husbear loathed.

Here’s a few pieces I love.

Nam June Paik’s “John Cage Robot II “, 1995. It reminds me of something one would see at Burning Man. Or possibly at a Blue Man Group event. Who happen to be here this week. (*hint* *hint* Husbear!)

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Norman Rockwell’s “Rosie the Riveter”, 1943:

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Thomas Hart Benton’s “The Steel Mill”, 1930:

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The Husbear staring at Neil G. Welliver’s “Snow on Alden Brook”, 1983:

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Kara Walker’s “A Warm Summer Evening in 1863”, 2008:

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It’s an interesting museum. If you’re ever in the area, it’s definitely worth the visit. The museum sits on some beautiful grounds that I can’t wait to see in the spring and summer.

Until next time...
Erik

Snakes in the mutha-funkin’ house!

I forgot to post this earlier but last week the Husbear, via the kittehs, found this lovely creature inside the house behind the television stand.

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It was about 4 feet long.

The kittehs, and the Husbear, have been skittish in the house since then.

We have no idea where it came in the house at. And we hope it’s the only one.

The joys of living in “the country”.

Until next time...
Erik