Today I've been thinking about a volcano erupting over my office building- all of this buried in layers and layers of hot ash and perhaps lava. Years later, there would be guided tours and the nice tour guide would point out my body, hunched over the computer for all eternity. "It seems that the inhabitants of this building spent much of their time on these primitive computing devices."
Certainly not what I want to be remembered for.
I'm going running after work today. When did that become and exciting thing? And I'm going to my parents' house for dinner (read: to watch the tape of last night's LOST episode so I can figure out what all the fuss is about) and my Mom says she is making something she has always wanted to make for dinner but my father wouldn't let her.
My mom...not the world's best cook. So this could be exciting or massively sketchy.
Anyway, while searching for the above pic of Mt. Vesuvius, I came up with this picture of the David's ass. Whoever posted it was one of those annoying people who used their cameras in the Academy, even though there were many signs in many languages asking us not to do so. Not as bad as the people who took flash photos of the Sistine Chapel, but still. Respect the art. Respect the rules of the art. I see you, David. Shakin' that ass...
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You can use your camera to take a picture of David, it's the only piece in the while museum that you can photograph with a flash. The Ufizi (can't remember how to spell it) wanted to make the art accessible. You cannot take a flash photograph of any of the painted art in the museum because it's bad for the paint.
It's freezing in my office today.
Are you sure? 'Cuz I distinctly remember the cameras with Xs through them being posted in that part of the museum too and everyone being all shady...
Yeah, and there was an announcement that came on over and over again, telling us not to take the pictures.
I thiink thing's changed from when you went to Italy to when I went...
That's true, when I went they were still using the lire and I brought the first Euros to Capri.
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