(no subject)
Oct. 1st, 2006 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katsmeatSo... yesterday I was in Cambridge again, mainly to go to Galloway and Porter's academic book sale. They really should say computer instead of academic. As always, the place was stuffed full of O'Reillys that were current edition - 1. But at two pounds each, who's complaining! Anyway, my mother's just bought a MacBook so I bought a bunch of Mac books (I've made that joke before - you can tell). It was worthwhile because they were surprisingly up-to-date, I got a couple of O'Reillys on OS-X Tiger.
Then I took a wander round the Fitzwilliam, though not before making double sure my shoelaces were firmly tied. I'd not been in since they refurbished it about two years ago. Also I wanted to drop the stupidly heavy book-bag somewhere and by then I was pissed off with having to snarl at the tourists as I tried to push through the hoards clogging up the streets.
As a result, I can now tell the difference between a stamnos, a bell-crater, a column-krater, a calyx-crater, an oinochoe, a hydra, an amphora and a lekythos.
Seriously, I'm good. Go on... test me!
Although what was embarrassing was I got so absorbed in the Greek pots that I didn't notice I was leaning on some fourth century BC Athenian's grave marker. This was despite the greatest concentration of Do not touch signs I've pretty much seen anywhere. Anyway, I rightly got a sharp reprimand from the gallery attendant. You see, I was cynically sniggering at the red-figure stamnos who's card described as having a hoplite warrior arming himself on one side and a man making love to a youth on the other... guess which way round it faced in the display case. Yay! Victoria lives!
On the train back, I was playing with my Palm's Bluetooth and noticed some unknown person on the train carriage had a Bluetooth phone called "Young Bi Boy wants to Play".
There was a strong temptation to Bluejack his phone with a message asking if he was any good at backgammon.
Then I took a wander round the Fitzwilliam, though not before making double sure my shoelaces were firmly tied. I'd not been in since they refurbished it about two years ago. Also I wanted to drop the stupidly heavy book-bag somewhere and by then I was pissed off with having to snarl at the tourists as I tried to push through the hoards clogging up the streets.
As a result, I can now tell the difference between a stamnos, a bell-crater, a column-krater, a calyx-crater, an oinochoe, a hydra, an amphora and a lekythos.
Seriously, I'm good. Go on... test me!
Although what was embarrassing was I got so absorbed in the Greek pots that I didn't notice I was leaning on some fourth century BC Athenian's grave marker. This was despite the greatest concentration of Do not touch signs I've pretty much seen anywhere. Anyway, I rightly got a sharp reprimand from the gallery attendant. You see, I was cynically sniggering at the red-figure stamnos who's card described as having a hoplite warrior arming himself on one side and a man making love to a youth on the other... guess which way round it faced in the display case. Yay! Victoria lives!
On the train back, I was playing with my Palm's Bluetooth and noticed some unknown person on the train carriage had a Bluetooth phone called "Young Bi Boy wants to Play".
There was a strong temptation to Bluejack his phone with a message asking if he was any good at backgammon.
