Notes from the Golden Orange
EppsNet Archive: Photos
They had a funny rule in the Vatican exhibit: photos were okay but no selfies. I could stand in front of an artifact and have someone take a picture of me, but I could not take a picture of myself.
I asked one of the docents about the reason for that. “Does it detract from the holiness of the enterprise or what?”
“No, people taking selfies tend to lose track of their surroundings and start banging into the art.”
I bought a souvenir T-shirt for $32 in the gift shop. They made me sign the credit card slip, even though a lot of places trust me for amounts under $50.
“Trust but verify” as President Reagan himself used to say.
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Unless you reserve tickets well in advance, entry to the Broad is handled via a standby line, which, when we showed up Saturday morning, was about an hour wait, i.e., the museum opened at 10 a.m. and we got in about 11:00.
Because the standby line is in direct sunlight, Broad staff thoughtfully hand out umbrellas to anyone in the queue who wants one. (They do ask for the umbrellas back when you enter.)
The Infinity Mirrored Room is an experiential artwork . . . one visitor at a time enters the room for 45 seconds. It requires a separate reservation which you can make, pending availability, after entering the museum.
Once you get signed up with your name and cell phone, you get a text when it’s your turn to see the room. Our reservation came with a wait time of 4 hours and 35 minutes. Good to know.
That gave us enough time to take in the rest of the museum, and walk across the street to MOCA and take in their entire offering.
A couple of differences between the Broad and MOCA:
- MOCA is more museum-y. It makes you feel like whispering. The Broad is more open, playful and fun.
- Admission to the Broad is free. MOCA costs 12 bucks.
After wrapping up MOCA and heading back to the Broad, we were able to get an update on our Infinity Mirrored Room wait time. We were prepped to get some lunch and come back if we had to wait out the full 4-1/2 hours, but no: only 15 minutes left! Total wait was only about 3 hours.
Here’s a few photos:
“Among other things,” Dirks said, “I’m tired of damned fools stopping me in the street for photos.”
I was walking west on Durant crossing Telegraph a block south of the UC Berkeley campus (see map below) when I saw a couple of good-looking yellow labs, probably less than a year old, crossing in the other direction.
I was so focused on the dogs that I didn’t notice until I had passed them that they were being walked by none other than the chancellor of the university, Nicholas B. Dirks, and his wife.
Gee, I wish I had gotten a photo with him but rather than run back across the street after him like a nut, I walked north to Bancroft and turned right to parallel the way he was walking on Durant. At the next street, Bowditch, I turned right again toward Durant to see if I could intercept him, which I did.
I’m staying at the Berkeley Lab Guest House, a university facility . . . when I got back to the place, I showed my Dirks photo to the guy at the front desk.
“Recognize this guy?” I asked. “Not me, the other guy.”
“It’s Chancellor Dirks.”
“I’ll have to Google him.”
He reminded me of the guys asking Jack Nicklaus for his security badge at the Masters.
I took some selfies for Pet Day:
I wonder if the face of the young man I used to be still lives on in someone’s memory?
My desk at the office. Note the festive poinsettia!
My wife found a photo this weekend of our son and his cousin Kao. Casey was 5 years old in this photo and Kao was 11. She lives in Thailand but was visiting us in La Verne.
I don’t remember this photo. I like it because I don’t remember the overall tenor of Kao’s visit being this pleasant.
Casey had never had to share his mom’s attention and he wasn’t happy about it, especially since she talked with Kao in a foreign language that he didn’t understand.
Here’s what they look like now (Kao on the left, another cousin, Tammy, on the right):
Unlike walking in San Francisco, walking in Irvine is not a good way to meet people. This is what my walk to Starbucks looks like on weekend mornings . . .
The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses – behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights. — Muhammad Ali