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Um Hummmm Hercules... Well once again the family made it out for a last minute scramble to grab some culture at the High Museum. I told myself the last time I happened to make it through there [the Dutch Masters] that next time I would opt to come during a weekday, long before the ending of an exhibit. I envisioned I'd walk through empty exhibit halls, admiring priceless pieces with a hint of selfish abandon. No, I didn't want to fight the crowds we were exposed to many months ago, on the last day of the Dutch Masters. Twenty people crowded around a tiny painting. The crowd suffocating the beautiful realism of the period's still life paintings, while the art instilled awe and reverence. [And me thinking that nobody paints like that today or knows how or has the time to]. Peeking around that person's head, while trying not to step on that person's foot. Basking in the urgency that presents itself in the face of impending loss. Yes, losing the chance to see that s*&% without purchasing a plane ticket. Of course the plus of going with the crowds is the high energy and excitement and the people watching. Anyway.. today, my mom made sure that 3 generations were gonna get some culture - The Art of the Louvre's Tuileries Garden exhibit! While we were waiting in traffic on 85, two hours prior to the museum close, it was clear that it would be easier to catch it now than to make a quick trip to France. The kids in the family, all iphoned and earpieced up in high energy chatter, even paused a moment to glance at the exhibit, I think. Well, I most enjoyed the post-impressionist paintings My sister expected more statutes, but we both agreed Hercules was "interesting". I reflected on how the upcoming "Hercules" movie with Kellan Lutz was one I may actually go to the theater to see. And that's saying something, because I rarely venture off to the theater, but after seeing him in "Arena" recently on Netflix, I must say that's a nice piece of ... man. Um Hum. And I'm not into beefy muscular types, they usually scare me. I usually wonder to myself, well what if they're on steroids or some weird muscle builder that affects their brain and I say something they don't like and they get mad and... Nah I usually prefer the tall skinny weaker types that I can beat in an arm wrestling contest. Hehe, but Kellan you're the exception, protect me any day bay-bay
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