I was five years old when I first visited the Philadelphia Museum of Art. (way back in 1995). I remember climbing up hundreds of steps super slowly and then suddenly being surrounded by hundreds of crazy people on roller blades. My mother was rather nervous about the situation. I remember wondering why they picked this location. After that day my mother always brought us in the back entrance to the museum, so we wouldn’t be hit by an out-of-control blader.
maybe this is still a popular activity?
I was at the art museum for an Art of India assignment. I was forced to cross the street and go to the Perelman building to check out a great exhibit on Kantha (embroidered quilts from bengal). It is a charming but small building that is often neglected by the average museum visitor. Probably worth a visit if you have mythical free time.
Today is the first monday of the term. I’ve celebrated it by working the 630a shift at the pool then returning to my apartment to lazily drink a cup of coffee and update my blog. If only every monday morning this term could be so nice.
true to my nature i gave brett a really lame gift for christmas… a pasta maker. we tested it out the other day.
did i make this?
Because brett was involved we made garlic rosemary pasta and it was declicious, but food is hard to photograph and make it look appatizing.
oh man, free time rules.