Yesterday I worked from home, and in the evening we had free tickets to see the men's hockey team. My colleague and her husband were going too, but they had better seats. At the time, Travalon had been very excited that the university gave us free tickets, but Thursday night he said he wasn't interested anymore because the men's hockey team wasn't good this year like they were last year, and the seats were in the nosebleed section. He could get $7 seats right by the ice, or he suggested seeing a Grateful Dead cover band called Tumbled Down Shack at the Lakeside Coffee House. Since I have never had any interest whatsoever in hockey, I said Tumbled Down Shack sounded good.
Once I got done with work and was waiting for Travalon to come home, I was going to take an edible but completely forgot until watching Colbert, where he made a joke about being shocked that an NFL player ate a squirrel from his backyard, and it wasn't Aaron Rodgers tripping balls on ayahuasca. I laughed, and then I remembered that I also wanted to be tripping balls, so I took the edible at the next commercial break. Then I was doing my Music course on DuoLingo, and it was starting to teach me the bass clef, which I really can't read, but for some reason it made sense in the big picture, like, "Yeah, this is where the treble clef breaks off, and so it continues into the bass clef. Of course!" Does THC help a person understand things? It also makes me feel more mellow, like I don't get mad about things, but once when I blogged while on it, I made a lot of weird little grammatical mistakes. Anyway, it does heighten my senses, so I really felt like I was inside of the music. It was so wonderful! Travalon thought I was sad, so I had to explain, "No, I'm just stoned and REALLY into the music." The Lakeside Coffee House was still decorated for Christmas.
This is the beautiful view looking at the Capitol building from the railroad tracks that run by the Lakeside Coffee House.
Today Travalon drove me to Brookfield to meet an old college friend for her birthday brunch, then he went to a dive bar and then to another bar that he says has the best wings in the state, better than anything here in Madtown. Tiffy and another woman I had never met before were also at the brunch. We ladies had a great time just chatting over the really good food, then Tiffy said she thought she could get most, if not all, of us into the Milwaukee Art Museum for free, so we headed over there. The guy said it was really supposed to be four people including the member, not four people plus the member, but he would let us all in this time, and he even gave Travalon a ticket to get a discount on parking. Then we looked at art. Travalon took some of these photos, and I took some. This first sculpture is made of the same number of bullets as the number of people who died of gunshot wounds in the US in 2018.
This is a very large charcoal drawing that looks like a photograph. Ignore the reflections of people.
Here is a lame selfie of me in front of a black canvas, to show that I am more colorful than the "art."
This looks like the frame was decorated but not the canvas, and it had a pretentious name like "Future Unbelievers."
I feel so seen!
This is some sort of abstract landscape.
I love Dale Chihuly glass sculptures.
This was probably my favorite piece in the museum. It's from 14th century Italy.
We found the painting that was on my entry ticket!
Here you can see the elaborate "wings" of the art museum from another part of the museum.
The next couple of paintings are self-explanatory. This is a dog.
This is a small crossbow for hunting, not like the large Medieval ones for warfare.
This is a drawing of 3/4 of the Beatles. I'll let Travalon tell us who's missing.
This is a photorealistic charcoal drawing of a field of cotton.
Another photorealistic charcoal drawing of an iceberg. All these charcoal drawings (which were huge) were called "Untitled (Whatever It Is a Picture of)," like this one was "Untitled (Iceberg for Greta Thunberg)," so I thought he could have just called it "Iceberg for Greta Thunberg." It's not really untitled if it has a subtitle that is unique to it, amirite? You know I am.
After Travalon and I got back to town, we went grocery shopping before coming home, and I picked up some fruit to try with my magic berries. I got them some time ago, thinking we'd have a Magic Berry Party, but nobody seemed very enthused by that idea, so they have just sat in the kitchen until I realized they are "Best by" April of this year. The berries somehow mess with the sour receptors on your tongue to make sour things taste sweet, and I looked up what people recommended to eat with them. Of course lemons and limes and oranges, and several people said Guinness tastes like a chocolate milk shake when you are tripping on magic berries, so we got a can of that too. After our wonderful dinner of my leftovers from brunch (a shrimp omelette and amazing hash browns), samosas, and chicken wild rice soup from the co-op's hot bar, we chewed on the berries for half a minute as recommended, and then I prepared a little bowl of fruit for each of us: raspberries, blueberries, a wedge of lime, and several sections of mandarin orange. The instructions didn't say to wait, but I gave it ten minutes and then tried the fruit. They were so sweet that they tasted like candy! And guess what the Guinness tasted like? Guinness. Travalon said it seemed a little sweeter to him, but I didn't notice any difference. He did like the fruit, so maybe this is a way to get him to eat more fruit. Unfortunately the temporary effect doesn't change bitter tastes, so it doesn't magically make most vegetables taste better. We do have some sour beer, so that will be something to try with it next time.
To my shock, I seem to have finished the music course on DuoLingo. I guess there wasn't that much to it. Next up on the docket: the math course. Will it be 2+2=4? I guess I'll find out...
There was a joke article about how the Washington Post should change its motto from "Democracy Dies in Darkness" to something more reflective of their obedience in advance, and one of the comments killed me: "We'll leave the gaslight on for you." Perfect! I still subscribe with my dirt-cheap "educator" discount, but that's just for the advice columnists and the humorist. I don't need to read all their sanewashing and wishcasting about the incoming administration. FOX (666) News already takes care of that.
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