LACMA Sunday

I woke up this morning in an unusually good mood. Generally, I wake up feeling alright but today I felt especially... oh, I don't know... jubilant? For no other discernible reason than I had a great Sunday.

I spent the afternoon at LACMA with my roommate, Davida. My boss' mother, Arline, is a LACMA docent. Basically a docent is a museum member who has voluntarily completed a year long art history intensive and gives weekly tours on particular subjects or themes relating to pieces in the museum collection. Arline is a pretty cool lady. I became friendly with her & my boss' father while doing odd jobs for them during my prolonged winter holiday less fondly known as the Writers Guild Strike. I'm probably now more familiar with them than I am with my boss. But that's another entry. They're such fun, vibrant old people. And I don't like old people. But I like them. I guess because they don't ACT old. Anyway, ever since I found out that Arline was involved with LACMA, I've wanted to go check it out. Broaden my horizons and such. So, Davida & I went for her 1 o'clock tour which focused on Mythology in Art. Mythology was always one of my favorite subjects, so that made it doubly interesting for me. Then we had a nice lunch with Arline and spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the museum.

As I get older, or - because people who actually are older roll their eyes when I say "as I get older" - as I'm maturing into a full-fledged adult, I'm starting to be more interested in and have a greater appreciation for things that used to bore me. Things like nature parks and non-fiction books and the newspaper. And museums. Trying to impose that stuff on kids is such a waste. Kids don't pay attention. They don't care. At least, I didn't. Going to the museum was all about leaving school grounds and who you sat next to on the bus and if the boy you had a crush on tried to hold your hand in that little screening room where you have to watch that boring movie on dinosaur evolution. What museum is that anyway? See, I don't even remember. Museum of Natural History? Yeah, I think that's it.

So, anyway. I'm starting to figure out the adult I want to be and the adult I'm becoming. They should have elementary school for adults. Where you get to do all the stuff you wish you'd paid attention to back then. Oh wait, I think that's called UCLA Extension. Whatever. I just think it's kinda neat to be impressed with yourself when you truly would rather spend an afternoon looking at Mannerist art from 17th century Europe than, say, shopping at the Grove.

Fine, so that's still a close call. But...