16.06.2010 - 16.06.2010 25 °C
Well the promised rain never came! Nevertheless I visited the Museum of Fine Arts, which was worth the almost full day I nearly spent there.
I make a special note tonight. Today I met the first discourteous people I've met since arriving in the good ol' USA. Everyone I've met so far has been polite and helpful almost to the point of it becoming unbearable, but not at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts. There's no, "Oh gosh you're so very welcome," or, "Oh my goodness, no, it was a pleasure to help you," or even, "Hi Sir my name's Diana I'm here to make your visit as enjoyable as possible so please just give me a holla if I can be of service." No. None of that. All you get at the MFA are uniformed drones whos' programming seems to be to make your experience at the museum as unpleasurable as possible.
It is beyond my comprehension that it is possible to stand too close to a granite sculpture - as if the reason it survived for centuries burried underground was because noone could breathe one it or last thousands of years inspite of its exposure to the elements because there were simply fewer human beings walking the earth all those years ago, and not because it is a large piece of durable rock that were it not for the way it's been shaped could quite easily fit in most kitchens as a work surface.
I would not have considered it too far out of the extraordinary to have heard something along the lines, "Sir, breathing is strictly unacceptable in this room!" or "Sir, I've warned you already, do not look directly or indirectly at the painting!" and perhaps even, "Sir, perspiration is prohibited within 6ft of all pieces in this room so please continue walking!"
Perhaps the Museum has a prodcuction line manufacturing these characterless robots somewhere in its basements? By the time the third one shouted at me I decided to quip back at them to test their programming - it seemed to do the job.
Tomorrow is travel day and I will be writing to you from New York City.