Tuesday, July 14, 2009

(re)presentation of lima.

¡Hola amigas! Estoy aqui en Lima. And let me tell you, I need to brush up on my supposed "knowledge" of Spanish.

As previously posted, Sunday was a long day, and it wasn't until the 13th that I was able to see Lima beyond the heavily tinted glass of our car ride to the hotel. Our first day was really about the (re)presentation of Lima. That's right, guided tour, big bus, florescent visors. I jest, I jest, no visors, but we did scuttle about in a big group to see Plaza Mayor (seat of both government and religion - which is interesting in that the two share the same public space), the catacombs under the church of San Francisco, and Parque del Amor. As with any guided tour, it's definitely pick-and-choose, alluding to the curious combination of what (certain) locals think you want to see and what they want you to see. Not to delegitimize any of the aforementioned places - just interesting that other places weren't included. Guess that might come down to time and Lima traffic (chaotic).

La Catedral in Plaza Mayor was especially fascinating in its construction. Unlike the majority of cathedrals, which are built in masonry of some sort, this was actually built in wood. This is very unusual for a building this large and from this time period. The guide told it was to counter earthquakes, though I wonder if it was also due to the lack of knowledge of local material (on the European's part that is), as Andean civilizations had built extremely sturdy constructions out of stone.

I'm also crazy about local artisanship (from anywhere), and I was happy to find in the church the following. I'm really intrigued by the representation of saints, disciples, and such with long necks.




The day came to a close with dinner and multiple performances of Peruvian dances. Imagine a luau - it was a bit like that (tourists UNITE!), except we had a buffet rather than a roasted pig. The dancers were amazing, but having no prior knowledge of the traditional dances in Peru, one wonders how stylized, how exoticized, and how eroticized the dances were. For me, the Amazonian dance was especially hard to watch. It felt more interpretative than the others - interpretations dependent on how Amazonians are portrayed in society.

More could be said, but I'm exhausted, again, and we don't want that, again (see prior post). I'll leave you with this.

Plaza de San Francisco

houston.

So, let me tell you a few things about my time in Houston. I arrived on an overnight flight - the kind that you're supposed to sleep on (though I know no difference - yes, you know me and my sleeping habits). Yet, apparently I can't sleep through the piercing noise of screaming children. Maybe it's my maternal instinct, maybe it's said child sat immediately behind me, regardless, I was pulling an all-nighter come our arrival in Houston 6am central time.

In my infinite wisdom (though not regret), instead of passing out, I decided to spend my day in Houston. Which was wonderful, besides nearly throwing up on one of many Matisse paintings in the Menil Collection. Guess I just can't handle my exhaustion anymore. Seriously, I already looked like a vagrant dragging all my carry-on items with me, but nevertheless was thisclose to passing out on one of the plush benches.

Anyway, photos weren't allowed within the museums (Menil, Rothko Chapel, and the Byzantine Chapel - the last my absolute favorite), otherwise I would have captured the beautiful, but dizzying floors that gave me vertigo in the Menil, or the cool, dark beauty of the Byzantine Chapel. Instead, you get the muggy outdoors.

The Menil Collection, Renzo Piano

Broken Obelisk, Barnett Newman (UWers - familiar?), outside the Rothko Chapel

enclosed courtyard, Byzantine Chapel, François de Menil

Thursday, July 2, 2009

the true confessions of a bibliophile.

As the good daughter of a librarian, I love books. I've always known this, but now that all my worldly possessions must fit in my 12'x12' room, my book collection seems even more impressive. In fact, they - along with my embarrassing clothes collection - are taking over my room like Napoleon in early 19th century Europe. At least they're still organized. Sorta.

poetry, literature, and note the bear knick-knack.

literature as a doorstop.

art and politics.

religion, architecture, and language.

thesis material.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

oldies but goodies, part deux.

Colorado Rocky Mountains, August 2004

To have the Colorado sun right now...

Monday, April 20, 2009

oldies but goodies.

Caernarfon, Wales (taken in 2003)

Yes please.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

furniture.


What I was up to for the past 2+ months... The case is "ebonized" mahogany and the drawer fronts are spalted western maple with ebonized mahogany handles. It's to hold my knitting stuff - both skeins and finished pieces.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

orchids.

I have a paper due, well, yesterday. So what am I doing now? Taking pictures of my mom's ridiculous orchid collection. I say this in the best way - seriously her ability to get these to bloom and rebloom would have made my father both proud and envious.