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At the MIA I picked up my old security badge with the grinning face and a patch of remnant frontal hair which looked like a soft, brown green at the 1st hole.\u00a0 This earned me admission to the basement, the haunt of the security guards.\u00a0 I went in the basement to get my picture taken because the badges are, after all, a security concern, relegated to the basement, or id level of the museum.\u00a0 This is the instinctive, protective part of the museum’s body; it strikes without forethought to protect art, then vitrines, cases and stands.\u00a0 In a pinch they will protect people, too, but mostly it’s about the art.\u00a0\u00a0 Makes sense.\u00a0 After all, the guy didn’t come in and sit on a patron; no, he chose the $500,000 Ming dynasty chair. (Now worth $750,000 after renovation)<\/p>\n
Anyhow, I went down the stairs.\u00a0 On the left was the guards lounge with the artistic funky furniture and guard art on the wall.\u00a0 On the right was the\u00a0photo shop.\u00a0 On the wall next to its door was an old museum sign in bronze, perhaps 3 feet high and 18 inches wide.\u00a0 It gave the hours and days of the museum.\u00a0 So, the basement is also where old signage goes to live after its working life is over.<\/p>\n
Once inside, more guard art on the walls, there were those little light\u00a0reflecting umbrellas that photographers use, plus a tilted white board at desk level in front of the stool.\u00a0\u00a0Pauline? had a\u00a0Canon SLR digital on a tripod.\u00a0 She took three shots:\u00a0 I smiled broadly, quirkily, and deadpan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“I’ll leave it to you to choose the most winning one,” I said and left the basement.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Back here at home I’ve also begun my attempt to learn Chinese characters on my own, with the aid of softwared I bought a while back.\u00a0 Over the\u00a0 years I’ve tried to learn Welsh, Spanish, German and Greek.\u00a0 I have some Latin and some French.\u00a0 Languages are not my long suit, but I keep sticking my head back in the stocks every few years.\u00a0\u00a0 Part of me is ashamed I’ve never learned another language.\u00a0 No, make that all of me.\u00a0 Very ethnocentric and gauche American.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
25\u00a0 66%\u00a0 20%\u00a0 0mph\u00a0 SSW bar29.90\u00a0 windchill24\u00a0 Winter \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waning Gibbous Winter Moon At the MIA I picked up my old security badge with the grinning face and a patch of remnant frontal hair which looked like a soft, brown green at the 1st hole.\u00a0 This earned me admission to the basement, the haunt of … Continue reading Security as the Museum’s Id<\/span>