epic haiku

The Piano plays Euchre at the MFA

Today is another "down day" after the haze of yesterday. We went to the Museum of Fine Art which really rocked. I really loved their impressionism collection. I kept running to these amazing paintings that I didn't expect to see, like this Monet, and especially that one, as well as this Renoir. I also was impressed by all the official portraits of our Founding Fathers, especially the ones by John Singleton Copley, his this one of Paul Revere. We also saw David Hockney in the gift store, he has a special exhibition of his portraits going on and we figured there must be some sort of party for him since they were setting up a full bar and tables while we were leaving.

After the MFA, we went to see Ultraviolet, because, well, we did. It sucked, but was also very funny and we enjoyed ourselves and the amazingly bad dialogue. The night before Linnea, Earl, Eb and I stayed up late watching The Piano which I have been wanting to see for about a decade and was even better then I was hoping it would be! Wow, Linnea and I kept talking about how "everybody" said it's really sad, be we were totally satisfied with its ending.

Last night I read something that really gripped me in a back issue of Elle (February, so like a month ago, Madonna on the cover). In an article entitled How to Be Single which had a list of ten rules for appreciating and embracing singlehood, the 8th rule ("Say Yes") reads in part: "Forget about your 'type'. A type is a fetish, and fetishes have a way of closing down options." Wow, that hit me hard... but do I even have a type? Probably.

We've been playing a lot of cards. Last night, Gin Rummy (Linnea beat everybody bad) but the night before Eb and I destroyed Linnea and Earl at euchre. There should be more Gin Rummy today, and they are promising to teach me how to play Settlers of Catan. Michael Leaves tonight and Earl leaves in the morning. It's just no good.