I was happy to read that there is a plan to care for the Old State House into the next century. Because if money can be found for all these new developments but not for caring for existing, historical structures, there’d be a lot of hate mail flying.
I walked downtown today solely to take pictures of things that I see during the week but don’t take photos of because that would mean being alert enough to remember to bring my camera when I leave in the morning. Continue reading 'Sunday in the City'»
I like snow storms because I get to see people shoveling out who would otherwise be hiding inside of their apartments and condos.
The doors are open.
It’s on Main Street near Capital Community College, Dunkin Donuts, and City Steam Brewery.
That’s really all I have to say about it.
It was great seeing Jude, Maurice, Sara(h), Audrey, and one former co-cast member from the Vagina Monologues (2006). It was nice meeting some different people who I would never cross paths with otherwise.
Write up is at Undercurrents.
Judging from what I saw while walking home from work, standing outside of 750 Main was the place to be. There’s just about a billion police cars and firetrucks, but not much going on that could be seen from the street. Apparently a floor of the building has been quarantined after receiving a “suspicious package.” When I went through a few minutes ago, Main Street was open to traffic–foot and vehicular.
The Hartford Courant published a piece on the origins of the bodies.
Here’s something different– if you have trouble getting to City Hall, they can come to you. Sort of. This Thursday from 6-8pm the Mayor and other city officials will be in the West End at Noah Webster Elementary School on Whitney Street,
I am not sure exactly what the purpose of this is, but it sounds like a chance for residents to ask questions and gripe about whatever.
If talk of blood and guts makes you squeamish, don’t read further
When I was 12 or 13, I climbed to the top of a water slide with my mom, got scared shitless, and walked all the way back down rather than go on the slide. That’s how I felt while waiting in the 1.5 hour line to get into the Bodies Revealed exhibit. I kept trying to talk friends out of it. Yes, I was bothered by the possible origins of these bodies, but I was also scared that I’d vomit, cry, or pass out. I have a pretty strong stomach normally. Tarantino blood bath films don’t faze me. But I was worried. Continue reading 'Pieces of Dead Bodies'»
Tonight is the monthly Shag Frenzy. It supposedly starts around 9, but it’s closer to 10. I don’t get this late late night stuff at all, but I’ll deal with it for a cool, free dance party.
I will be checking out the Bodies Revealed exhibit today, even though the bodies may have been obtained in controversial ways. I’ve heard rumors about how the people shown in the exhibit might have been executed political prisoners, the mentally ill, or homeless people whose wishes for burial/cremation were not respected.
I don’t do well with death, which is why I’m forcing myself to go and see this. Ethics of this aside, I have an easier time justifying the use of humans in this way than animals. In high school, I had a biology lab teacher who threatened to flunk me because I informed her I would be in the library all week when the class was dissecting fetal pigs. Since I was not (definitely, definitely not) going into the medical field, I felt like the practice was a morbid and self-indulgent one. What do 15-year-old kids really need to know about a fetal pig’s organs for anyway? It might be close to the human body, but it was not the human body.
There was a special on CPTV recently about mummies. In the 19th century, the bored and wealthy would sometimes purchase mummies from Egypt and have “unwrapping parties.” I guess that this is not much different. We’re probably being equally disrespectful of these (former) people’s last wishes by supporting this exhibit.
So, I’m hoping to purge myself of guilt by maybe going to the Shag Frenzy later, where the only damage done is to willing participants and Sweet Jane‘s disgusting carpet.