Why did the members of my mother's family of origin lead such interesting, well, in some cases tumultuous, and often melodramatic lives? I like to think it was for the express purpose of providing fodder for future generations of writers. Like me. And my cousin Cory. Who writes plays which have actually been produced. He also writes short stories and, like me, has a novel (or three) languishing in various stages of completion. He launched his website today. So if you truly are the very smart and curious individual I know you to be, go here and take a look. No, I'm not getting a cut of any possible profits that may be generated. I'm enjoying basking in the glory of having such a talented young man in the family. Maybe hedging just a little to someday snag a role in one of his productions. Especially if such a role is based on moi. It's a family thing.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Sunday, August 30, 2015
The library at Ohio State University is pretty cool. An interesting architectural blending of the old and the new.
Statues, we must have statues. And books. And lamps. and interesting molding and friezework and dentils and dimples. And stuff.
And airy, well-lit areas for students and lounging and more books and reading.
And arched, fancy ceilings with uplights.
Throughout the library are these metal plates showing many various methods of language and communication. Music is a language! Somebody play these notes and tell me what the tune is.
Clearly this is the alphabet or some current or former language. I haven't been able to figure out what it is yet. I wanted to post the photo of Runes but it was too glare-ish. Ooooohhhh! Until I figure out what this alphabet represents, we're calling it the Glareish language. Written and spoken by the Glareish people of Middle Europe. The Glares are a lost tribe and sadly, no native speakers of the language survived into the modern age.
Cory hauled me all over Columbus exposing me to multiple cultural experiences. The first stop was the Wexner Center For The Arts on the campus of Ohio State University. On display were the photographs of Catherine Opie. The exhibit was titled Portraits and Landscapes. I rather enjoyed her work, probably because some of it is morbid and creepy in tone. For instance, what is at first glance a portrait of an attractive human, then you look again and there is blood strategically placed in the image. There were lots of serious staff people all over the place. Dressed in blazers and all aloof. I didn't bring my camera in. That's the sort of thing that always gets me in trouble. Also on display were paintings created by Jack Whitten over a fifty year period. I enjoyed the chunky nature of some of the works that incorporated unexpected objects. I often think of myself as an impatient person, but there is something about the hushed nature of an art exhibit that makes time slow down for me. For that I am grateful.
Britt lives in this adorable house. It looks like a tiny castle. I think it would be even cooler with a moat.
I love this special little alcove that houses the antique telephone. I expect if a knight in shining armor was to call, he would know the number.
It looks like a castle on the inside, too. There was no fire this day. It would have compromised the air conditioning.