Typical Lyndsi moment...will read a book anywhere, dressed in anything
Classy
Very, very happy :)
Look at those gorgeous curls!!
waiting and waiting
(Nicole, Ali, me, Sarah, Emily, Cassie, Clara, Bethany)
This really hyper and enthusiastic waiter offered to take our pictures. We were really hoping he would be ours, but we got someone boring.
It looks like Nicole and Ali are about to do something to me...probably true...
What an attractive face that is in the background. Definitely some bonhoeffing going on there. (floor joke)
Outside in the freezing cold
Saturday was the first Arts in the city class in which we actually went into the city. Every other Saturday we meet from 9-4 and visit different artists and museums in the Boston area. I was so happy to get into it despite the fact that I lose half my Saturdays for the semester. In the morning we visited artist Ed Stitt. I loved a lot of his work. I think that is mostly because I am an idealist when it comes to paintings and probably most other forms of art. I like to see redemption and beauty in something. That doesn't necessarily entail perfection and lack of pain, but it does explain my leanings towards the softer impressionists like Renoir and Monet and my fascination with Edward Hopper's light experiments (although he works a lot with people in isolation which can be depressing and he has some let's say reavealing paintings). Ed Stitt painted the more "famous" places in Boston when he first moved there from Pennsylvania. Now he likes to work with the every day spots he sees. You can look at his work at www.edstitt.net.
We wen to the Gardner Museum in the afternoon. It was interesting and the courtyard there is beautiful, but I wish we had a tour of some sort. The rooms were labeled but Isabella's taste and arrangement is very specific, so I would have liked to have had some explanation for it. They had two portraits of her put in random rooms that didn't seem to have much of a connection. She looked like she would have been a fascinating person and maybe even a little wild sometimes.
Sunday I did end watching the Superbowl. Well, sort of. I've never been much of a sports person and definitely not a football fan, so I read Irish plays during the game and occasionally glanced at a commercial. (They weren't that good though.) My friend Marissa had a little party in her apartment which Ali, Steph, Dave, and I went to. I really didn't care who won, but when anyone asked I said I was rooting for the Cardinals. You die hard sports fans will not want to hear my reasoning behind that, so I will spare you. Don't worry though, it had nothing to do with their uniforms. :)
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