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Apr. 14th, 2003 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zana16Rainy Barcelona not so much fun. But in good news, I found a place for eighteen euros a night.
Did Gaudi stuff today, and the aquarium. Sagrada Familia is wonderful, of course. Dribble castles rule! Learned that the evangelists were not among the disciples (?). Which actually makes a lot more sense. Don't know what "alpha and omega" means. The hanging models of catenaries were the second-best part. Think I saw Jason Potterf there. Wasn't sure enough to go up to him and ask, "Are you Kirsten's friend? You know, the one who annoyed the fuck out of me?" Also learned this:
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Love magic squares! Next went to the melting-icecream house which has a great multimedia exhibit in the attic. Saw the "Block of Discord", figured out the bus system, and paid ten euros to get into the aquarium, which was worth it but only because they have a tunnel through one of the tanks so the sharks are all around you. I never realized how spoiled I am by the Monterey Bay Aquarium, which I've been going to since I was just a bundle of cells in my mother's womb.
Learned that the poisonous Japanese fish dish is pufferfish and is called fugu. Now I'll know what to avoid if I ever go to Japan! Had several amusing moments at the aquarium, the first being a mother trying to pry her daughter away from the seahorse tank: "Let's go tell Daddy he should have been a seahorse." Which the kid didn't get, but it made me laugh. The other amusing moment will have to wait until I can get the pictures developped, scan them, and post them here.
Gills bother me. They seem more like gashes, wounds I keep expecting to bleed, bleed, bleed into the sea.... Good thing I am not a fish.
Tomorrow Picasso Museum, the Gaudi park, and the Monastery art museum that has some Titians--if they aren't on loan to London (crossing my fingers). The El Grecos in Toledo were magnificent, and he's become one of my favorite artists.
Inadvertantly started a new story. I ment it to be a page-long snippet, and at the end of it found it would become a novel if I let myself write any more. Since it wouldn't be a happy novel to write, I stopped writing more. I'm still exhausted from getting "Graduation" out, and at least there I liked the characters. And the characters were not representative of myself. I wrote myself into the snippet, and writing the rest of the story would involve my character and thus me dealing with things I don't want to deal with yet. I prefer to hide happily under my rock in delusion. I may be a coward, but at least it is my clear choice. I don't want to make any more forays into that part of my psyche. It scares me, and I have plenty of time in my life later to deal with my darkness. *nods* Yes, I am trying to justify this to myself. Being a writer is physically painful for me; the story claws its way out of my stomach when I give it half a chance, and sits there gnawing at me until I write it. Which takes several exhausting, obsessive months. And then I just have the raw material. I still need to rewrite "Graduation". Unfortunately, my main character is getting on my nerves. I wrote her as a senior in high school with corresponding maturity levels. And now that I have to spend so much time with her, I want her to be more mature and grown up. Only she's not. And can't be, because I've given her absolute liberty after the last page; I won't even let myself imagine a few scenes of her later life, so as not to tie her down. So I can't write her as older.
I fear for my future children.
Also wrote an essay about Marxism, boycotts, and the Catalan response to the war. Would copy it here but that would take effort and I'm not doing effort for the moment. Maybe later. Yeah, right.
Did Gaudi stuff today, and the aquarium. Sagrada Familia is wonderful, of course. Dribble castles rule! Learned that the evangelists were not among the disciples (?). Which actually makes a lot more sense. Don't know what "alpha and omega" means. The hanging models of catenaries were the second-best part. Think I saw Jason Potterf there. Wasn't sure enough to go up to him and ask, "Are you Kirsten's friend? You know, the one who annoyed the fuck out of me?" Also learned this:
1 14 14 4
11 7 6 9
8 10 10 5
13 2 3 15
Love magic squares! Next went to the melting-icecream house which has a great multimedia exhibit in the attic. Saw the "Block of Discord", figured out the bus system, and paid ten euros to get into the aquarium, which was worth it but only because they have a tunnel through one of the tanks so the sharks are all around you. I never realized how spoiled I am by the Monterey Bay Aquarium, which I've been going to since I was just a bundle of cells in my mother's womb.
Learned that the poisonous Japanese fish dish is pufferfish and is called fugu. Now I'll know what to avoid if I ever go to Japan! Had several amusing moments at the aquarium, the first being a mother trying to pry her daughter away from the seahorse tank: "Let's go tell Daddy he should have been a seahorse." Which the kid didn't get, but it made me laugh. The other amusing moment will have to wait until I can get the pictures developped, scan them, and post them here.
Gills bother me. They seem more like gashes, wounds I keep expecting to bleed, bleed, bleed into the sea.... Good thing I am not a fish.
Tomorrow Picasso Museum, the Gaudi park, and the Monastery art museum that has some Titians--if they aren't on loan to London (crossing my fingers). The El Grecos in Toledo were magnificent, and he's become one of my favorite artists.
Inadvertantly started a new story. I ment it to be a page-long snippet, and at the end of it found it would become a novel if I let myself write any more. Since it wouldn't be a happy novel to write, I stopped writing more. I'm still exhausted from getting "Graduation" out, and at least there I liked the characters. And the characters were not representative of myself. I wrote myself into the snippet, and writing the rest of the story would involve my character and thus me dealing with things I don't want to deal with yet. I prefer to hide happily under my rock in delusion. I may be a coward, but at least it is my clear choice. I don't want to make any more forays into that part of my psyche. It scares me, and I have plenty of time in my life later to deal with my darkness. *nods* Yes, I am trying to justify this to myself. Being a writer is physically painful for me; the story claws its way out of my stomach when I give it half a chance, and sits there gnawing at me until I write it. Which takes several exhausting, obsessive months. And then I just have the raw material. I still need to rewrite "Graduation". Unfortunately, my main character is getting on my nerves. I wrote her as a senior in high school with corresponding maturity levels. And now that I have to spend so much time with her, I want her to be more mature and grown up. Only she's not. And can't be, because I've given her absolute liberty after the last page; I won't even let myself imagine a few scenes of her later life, so as not to tie her down. So I can't write her as older.
I fear for my future children.
Also wrote an essay about Marxism, boycotts, and the Catalan response to the war. Would copy it here but that would take effort and I'm not doing effort for the moment. Maybe later. Yeah, right.
