|Only I could use a tourist attraction to wound my self esteem
||[Jan. 2nd, 2009|04:21 pm]
Over the holidays we went to visit a couple of places in Conn. that Brad had never seen: The Mark Twain House and Gillette's Castle (William Gillette, the famous actor/writer/director, not the razor guy, nor the really big guy with the silent partner). I'd been to Mark Twain's house before, but Brad hadn't and my mother loves it, so I thought that would be a good thing for us to do together. And despite growing up in Conn and being surrounded by people who'd rather chew their arm off than go on one more school trip to the Castle, I had never been. It was time. |
Two absolutely amazing domiciles. Clever, clever people, who created marvelous environments. Check out the big brains on Sam and William! Which, of course, made me feel incredibly inadequate that I haven't made scads of money, written a book nor a play, am mostly recognized mostly as the Captain's girlfriend on the "theatrical" circuit I roam in. Even if I could afford them, I probably couldn't get today's equivalent of Louis Tiffany to decorate my house. Mr. Clemens did. Still haven't finished re-doing my kitchen and it's been several years. Mr. Gillette had a small, but incredible castle built, with intricate masonry and woodwork in less than 5 years, with fewer than 20 people working on it.
Good thing I didn't include Ludwig's Castle in Bavaria, or I'd be raving about how I'm not even CRAZY enough.
Anyway - it was neat, I'd recommend them both if you find yourself looking for touristy things to do in Connecticut. And hopefully your self-esteem comes with more padding than mine.
He wrote "Man is the only animal that blushes or needs to". And while I'll agree with the first, I do have to take issue with the second. For starters, I think it's silly that "we" keep looking for the thing that sets us apart from animals. Well, I should say, other animals, because fundamentalists aside, we ARE animals. Remember when it was tools? How quaint is that? A damn bird can make and use a tool. And you may be fortunate enough to have not ever seen a bird's brain, but I have, and let me tell you, it makes me think, what the hell are we doing with the rest of that big brain? Okay, we can sing more SONGS than a bird....although I can't, which brings me back to that self-esteem thing again.
And speech...oh, yeah, till the parrot maybe learned to talk and the apes started to write in sentences and communicate with sign language. And whales...jury's out, but to those people who say how can an intelligent animal do something so stupid as to beach themselves...been in a Wal-mart parking lot lately? We're so smart we eat ourselves to death.
And planning and forethought...Bruno the octopus didn't like the light shining in his tank at night, so he figured out how to get out of his tank, direct a stream of water at the light until it shorted, then clambered back in to get a good night's sleep.
So, for a minute there, I really thought Mr. Clemen's had it: the only animal that blushes or needs to...and then I remembered the other day, when poor ol' Percy started helplessly peeing on me and the look he gave me and I thought...if I shaved him bald, I bet he'd be pink with embarrassment.
Er... I love Mark Twain but... African Gray parrots blush when angry or embarrassed. It's easy to see because part of their facial skin is naked or nearly so. The skin is normally a lovely pearly gray to silvery white. They can turn quite dark pink when feeling emotional. They also bruise easily there.
And for your self-esteem support, I know this isn't much but I laugh more at your writing than anyone else's on LJ and when I see your "by line" I think, Oh, goody! and bypass other's posts so as to get to yours first. And it's not just because of the laugh-inducing adventures, which are nearly always at your expense, but the literacy of your writing. That is so stupidly rare these days it's worth the mention.
Yay! And I do appreciate the compliment. I'd start bitching about "now, if only I could get paid for it..." but then I can remind myself that having to do something can suck the fun out of many things. And that therapy would be expensive...
recognized mostly as the Captain's girlfriend on the "theatrical" circuit I roam in
This is untrue in a number of ways. For example, I'll bet I could name two dozen people whose version of the "naked in the classroom and didn't know there was a final" nightmare involves getting caught jumping the vendor gate at VARF, and it is not because we're afraid of the Captain.
Yeah, okay, but still, if I'm going to expand myself beyond "minder of Percy & Willow" and "minder of Pyrates", "instiller of fear"...it just feels so heavy-handed and talentless. I know some people do, but I'm just can't take PRIDE in making people quake in their boots. It's just something sort of ugly (like say, euthanizing chickens) that I've become very good at, but really, in the inner recesses of my soul, I'd trade it in a heartbeat for something more...popular, like music, or art, or I dunno, some talent that could be pulled out at a dinner party without clearing the room and leaving pee stains on some of the chairs.
Mark Twains' house IS spectacular...though I would imagine he'd have something to say about the 'outbuildings' on the property. No doubt filled with his clever humor.
Truly one of my favorite writers...no... characters...writer is too small a word.
Oh, we spent our time between tours imagining what Mr. Clemens would have to say about THAT boondoggle. Especially walking in there now, after the crash, it's the epitome of the excess that brought us here. Especially when you leave the "visitor center" and go into the house itself and see the buckets arrayed to catch the roof leaks....
Buckets catching the rain? Funny that...it was under repair when we were there a few years ago...
The pool table was out of his upstairs study...where many stories emanated from...as well as most other items...