Experience Escape

After many years, I have finally attained the book From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. The first time I heard about this book was in elementary school from a literature computer game. I have no idea where I got the game. I don't know what grade I was in. The only thing that interested me about this book was the idea of living in a museum. Since my youth, museums have been places of wonder filled with ancient and odd things. I learned how mummies were preserved, what a humman heart looks like, how airplanes fly, and what makes a Bernini so gotdang expressive. So of course I wanted to live in a museum, to explore the halls without being intruded and interrupted by hoards of loud children acccompanied by their aimless caretakers. I dreamed of touching everything that said "do not touch" and sleeping on those centuries old beds. This is what occured in the aforementioned book.

the met

This book takes place on the East Coast of the U.S.A., northeast really, and primarily in New York City at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I may have been there. Can't recall. My realistic fantasy had been to grow up, move to New York, and be happy. I have since changed that fantasy into something less idealistic and romantic. (There are other cities to give that exact feeling!) In short, a girl and her brother run aawy from home (her reason being underappreciated in the family) and spend their time in the museum, hoping their family will repent and beg them home, but the children get distracted by a mystery involving a statue. I quite enjoyed reading about how the children spent their days trying to fit in with tour groups or when they took the time to venture into the city. The mystery itself was not appealing to me. I don't think it was that exciting, honestly. The best part of the story for me was when the children met Mrs. Frankweiler, who occasionally tells the story in retrospect.

now the met is known for its fashion...

The Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler in the story is clever and direct with age. She is reasonably impatient, curious, and want for understanding. There is something loathingly terrifying about her, but when she rears a gentle head she appears all the more grandmotherly. There was one quote from the story, obvioulsy stated by Mrs. Frankweiler, that was profound:

"...I think you should learn, of course, and some days you must learn a great deal. But you should also have days when you allow what is already in you to swell up inside of you until it touches evrything. And you can feel it inside you. If you never take time out to let that happen, then you just accummulate facts, and they begin to rattle around inside of you. You can make noise with them, but never really feel anything with them. It's hollow."
Perhaps this is a sign for me to stop freakng out about going to school to learn new things. Or even a sign for me to meditate and ruminate on all the things I've mentally recorded over the years.

nyc c. 1960s

It Lives

I don't know why I took a break from blogging. Perhaps too much was happening and there was no way for me to encapsulate such events and/or feelings in posts that would clearly express the way I saw things. I'm also much older than when I started this project. There is less of an urge to try explaining how "cool" and "non-chalant" I am to an audience I'm sure doesn't exist. But we all know the real reason I haven't been making new posts is because I'm lazy.

In light of the new year and same old me, I have decided to return to the medium I prefer. The social media that takes time and effort without having to care about what I look like and who I'm trying to influence (I assure you I'm not. I'm just telling things about myself and if you like it you're weird; if you don't, good for you. I'll be using a lot of words. There will be puns. The irony might be overwhelming. Some sarcasm could scare you. So what I'm saying in a very roundabout way is I will be writing here again. I forsee posts regarding obscure ideas, bad movie/animation/music/book/game reviews, and, of course, the vague descriptions of my adventures in living. At least I will try to add pictures. For the visual people.
Viva verbal punches.