Archive for the ‘events’ Category

mid-century architecture exhibit

March 30, 2011

Tomorrow night I’m going to try and attend a panel discussion for Don Hisaka: The Cleveland Years, a new exhibit at the Cleveland Artists Foundation, which is the same group that sponsored the house tours I went on last summer.  Here’s a link to the exhibit’s main page (; I’m glad I’m on their email list, otherwise I would not have known about the panel.

That’s all for now – I promise to write more soon!


Nine days in New York

November 7, 2009

I was in New York City from Oct. 22-31, officially for an archives conference on the 29th-31st, but I took the opportunity to make it into a much longer trip. (I got 3 days administrative leave, which meant I only had to use 4 days vacation.)


The first event was part of the CMJ Music Festival, an annual weeklong music festival that focuses on indie rock.  My favorite band, The High Strung, were playing that Friday night at Union Hall in Brooklyn along with other bands on the Park The Van record label.  It was a silver anniversary of sorts, my 25th show in a little more than 4 years.  I’d asked them earlier in the week if I could be on the guest list, and sure enough, I was.  One of the other bands I really like, Generationals, were playing when I got there – it was a mixed set in terms of quality, but the record is exceptionally good, so if you like a vintage pop sound, check them out.

The High Strung began their set with a cover of the Buzzcock’s Why Can’t I Touch It?; this is the only cover song they play, and it’s a great example of what they sound like live.  The rest of the set was a little disappointing in that they only played 3 songs from their latest album, and other standards like The Luck You Got, Anything Goes, and Cored Out Apple.  But as I said to one of my friends, if you want to hear more, you need to go see them play at a library, because there they play considerably more songs than during a typical club show.  I got what I wanted from this show, though, when right before the last song the lead singer said, “Stasia! I just saw you, how are you?” and the girl next to me looked impressed.  And that kind of recognition is all I’ve ever wanted from rock and roll.

My friend Matt and I stayed at the club for a couple more hours, chatting with various band members and fans, and on my way out I grabbed the poster for the show off the bulletin board.

The next day was slow and rainy.  Jenn and I went to see the movie Whip It! and that evening Matt cooked dinner, which was followed by Scrabble and another movie, Friday the 13th.  Sunday morning I left for the next leg of my trip, a visit to see my grandmother in Bethlehem, PA.  It was her 79th birthday, and I got to see my brother, sister, and uncle.  That evening brought a surprise event, a Russian Balaika concert that my grandmother wanted to go to.  I had a wonderful time and learned a little more about my heritage.  I spent most of Monday in Bethlehem – we had a late breakfast at a diner called The Oasis, and tramped through a Catholic cemetery to see the stone my grandmother had finally chosen for my grandfather.  Then I was on the 3:45 bus back to New York, which arrived late due to traffic in the Lincoln Tunnel.

The next part of the trip was spent with my friend Katerina, who lives 9 stops out on the L train in Queens (just past the Brooklyn border).  Even though I’d never been in that neighborhood, it felt familiar and I had no problem finding my way in the days that followed.  Tuesday and Wednesday were free days; the only thing I had time to plan was a meeting on Tuesday afternoon with Lisa Darms, an archivist at NYU’s Fales Library, to talk about the punk archives survey I’m putting together.  Both days were also rainy, so I tried to stay indoors as much as possible.  On Wednesday I went to my favorite movie theater, the Film Forum on Houston St., where Elia Kazan’s Wild River was playing (one of the few Monty Clift movies that I hadn’t seen!).

Thursday morning I had to be in Jersey City for a records management workshop by 9am.  But what was supposed to be a full day’s activity ended after 3 hours (the instructor didn’t have enough material prepared), and I had lunch with a few other archivists before returning to the city.  On Friday Katerina joined me at the conference, where we heard about the amazing things the Dutch are doing with the Amsterdam City Archives (essentially digitizing on demand).  I also learned about the Warhol Museum’s project to catalog item-by-item the contents of Andy Warhol’s time capsules (some 600 boxes he filled with “art”).

Friday night was my next major event – the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 25th Anniversary benefit concert at Madison Square Garden.  This was night two of the benefit, and scheduled to perform were Aretha Franklin, Jeff Beck, Metallica, U2, and a host of special guests that included Jerry Lee Lewis, Lou Reed, Ray Davies, and Ozzy Osbourne.  Of these, it was Jerry Lee Lewis that was my primary motivation for buying the ticket.  He opened the show with Great Balls of Fire – just one song, but now I can at least say that I’ve seen him, and I will still try to see him do a regular show.  After he finished the song, he stood up and with some difficulty (but clearly enjoying it) picked up the piano bench and threw it off to his side.

The best set of the night belongs to Metallica, who impressed me with their stage manner and willingness to perform other people’s songs and serve as the house band for guests.  After they played Bob Seger’s Turn the Page (which was awesome), Lou Reed was their first guest, and I was quite happy to see Lou because it’d been 2 1/2 years since the last time.  Sweet Jane was an expected song for him to do, and I almost tuned it out, it was unexceptional.  But then, oh my, the next song started out unrecognizable, and all of a sudden I realized – White Light/White Heat!  Holy sh*t!  I could not believe what I was hearing and sat in my seat in complete awe of the moment, because this was a song I never thought I’d hear live, and it proved that this night was a once in a lifetime experience.

Ozzy was fun, and took a while to leave the stage, soaking up all the applause.  Then Ray Davies came out to play two Kinks classics – You Really Got Me and All Day And All Of The Night.  All I can say is, the man can still jump!  The first song was such a treat to hear, and took me back to the first time I heard it (likely the Van Halen cover).  Metallica’s set ended with a Queen cover, and their hit Enter Sandman, a song that I remember more for its music video (back in the good old days?).

Each set change featured video footage detailing a certain part of the history of rock and roll (e.g., Jeff Beck’s set was preceded by a segment on the blues), and prior to U2’s set their was a Beatles/British Invasion tribute that led into the Velvet Underground and punk rock.  Compared to the other two times I’ve seen U2, I didn’t enjoy their performance nearly as much.  And also compared to James Hetfield’s humble attitude during Metallica’s set, I felt Bono was not as happy to be second string.  (This could also be due to Metallica’s newly inducted status.)  However, there were some fine moments.  Bruce Springsteen and Patti Smith joined the band for Because the Night (performed twice in order to capture the best sound or delivery), and Bruce stayed on for a duet of I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.  U2’s next number, Mysterious Ways (one of my all-time favorite songs), was cut short by a segue into the Black Eyed Peas’ song Where Is The Love (featuring members of that band).  I’m hardly a fan of BEP, but I will grudgingly admit that Fergie was not bad. and Fergie then stayed on for… Gimme Shelter with Mick Jagger!  Another “oh my god” moment, he was the biggest surprise of the night for me.  Mick then stayed on for what I think was the best duet, with Bono, Stuck In A Moment You Can’t Get Out Of.  The show ended with an encore by U2 of Beautiful Day, over at 11:40.  I thought their set could have been longer, and wonder if they weren’t allowed to play more, because the first night of the benefit lasted until 1:30am.  In any case, it was a truly amazing night, and what a way to end my trip.  As a side note, this concert allowed me to check off 4 more of the top 100 singers (according to Rolling Stone magazine), bringing my total to 23 out of a possible 80 who are still living.

photos from the Giants game

August 5, 2009
Phillies starting lineup

Phillies starting lineup

Coke bottle and mitt, to the left of the scoreboard

Coke bottle and mitt, to the left of the scoreboard

an action shot from the first half of the game

an action shot from the first half of the game

Tim Lincecum, pitcher for the Giants

Tim Lincecum, pitcher for the Giants

I had to enhance that last photo a bit, but isn’t it a perfect shot?  One leg up, just about to throw – I couldn’t have captured it better if I had tried to.   Tim Lincecum was the main reason I went to the game last Saturday (8/1), because he won the Cy Young award last year.  This was also the first baseball game that I’ve gone to in years, and I had wanted to go last season, but didn’t have a good enough reason.  I read about the team frequently, though, in the paper, and was following this season with more interest than usual.  The other reason to go was the visiting team, the Phillies, who I grew up rooting for, but now I find that I really don’t know the team – just Chase Utley, Jimmie Rollins, and that might be it.  So I am much more of a Giants fan, and maybe always will be – it started back in ’88 with Will Clark, who was featured briefly during Saturday’s game in a previously recorded “highlight” from the 1989 NLCS, and no matter where I move to next, I expect to check the standings from time to time to see who’s in the lead.

21st Century Breakdown

May 25, 2009

I am a Green Day fan, a fact that I have possibly denied since circa 1994 when a guy asked me what kind of music I liked, and I learned that GD was the wrong answer.  This incident predates my discovery of Dylan, the Beatles, the Clash, etc., but I remember it so well that I never gave the band my full attention after that.  I may have bought American Idiot, but more because I thought I should, and it was my sister who suggested it (usually it’s the other way around).  Soon after I moved to Berkeley, though, I learned about Green Day’s roots in the area, and considered giving them another chance.  In early April I heard about several surprise club shows they were playing in SF, and I got so excited, especially when I then got an email about a show at the Fox Theatre in Oakland.  After all, one of the best places to see a band is on their home turf.  I got a great seat, 2nd row balcony, and was impressed by the effort they put into this production – the show consisted of their new album, 21st Century Breakdown, played in its entirety, and there was a special program (free) that included all the lyrics.

The chance to hear the new album in this manner, a month before it was released, was one of those unique opportunities I look for from rock’n’roll.  My initial reaction was, “wow, this is pretty good,” and my review of the album now that I’ve heard it a few more times is five stars.  Some of the songs seem ageless, like I’ve known them my whole life.  But the thing that made me declare that I am a fan was hearing the band perform their older songs, the ones from Dookie, which took me right back to that teenage place that I never entirely let go of (e.g., I never forgot the video for the song Basket Case¹).

The concert was on a Tuesday night, which means work the next day, but the Fox Theatre is located  on Telegraph Ave, and close to a major transit center (19th st. BART and AC Transit), so I got home much faster than from a typical show in San Francisco.  At some point during the evening I heard someone say that the band was going to play the following night at a club called the Uptown, which happens to be across the street from the Fox.  Sure enough, on Wednesday I checked the website, and it said $20 cash at door for admission.  By the time I got there, the line stretched more than halfway around the block.  The capacity of this club is 575, including the separate bar space and mezzanine area.  This means that maybe 300 can comfortably fit in the space by the stage.  I was approximately #335 when I got to the door, and unless I wanted to force my way through the crowd, there was no way I could see the stage.  So I went up to the mezzanine, but couldn’t see well from there either.  In the room with the bar there was a large movie screen that showed the stage area, and I decided that would be good enough.

The band didn’t begin until 10:30, much later than the previous night, and by this point I was so tired I could barely stand up.  So I moved down from the mezzanine to a bit of wall space by the front door, and watched the show from there.  Unfortunately the only sound was that which carried through the wall separating the stage and bar, and it was muddy at best.  I realized that the thrill was simply getting in to the club, and after an hour I left.  Only then did I discover that the sound was better outside, because a bouncer had propped a loading door open for a few people hanging around.  I was too tired to stay, and catching the bus was more important than hearing the new songs again.

Below are a few pictures from the Fox, and one of the outside of the Uptown.  It took me six weeks to write about these shows in part because I suffered another sort of 21st century breakdown when my computer crashed a few days afterward.  I recovered many of my files, but only just got around to reinstalling the software for my camera.

curtain before show

Green Day during one of the first two songs

Fox marquee

night two

Lastly, for more about Green Day and their new album, here are a couple of good links:

The 5 most over and under-rated songs, courtesy of Magnet magazine, and

Rob Sheffield’s review of the album (note that it rates a 1/2 star better than the new Dylan album!)

1. Here’s a link to the video

“i love the city at night, i love the city always”

February 8, 2009

In my mind, San Francisco is at its best at night.  Could be that I’m in the city more frequently at night due to events, or it could be because I like any city at night.

This is a catch-up post to tell about some events I’ve attended in the last month.  First, on the morning of January 8th I learned from a guest on my radio station (KFOG) that Al Kooper would be doing a Q&A at Book Passages, a store in the Ferry Building.  Naturally I had to go, and left work early to try and arrive on time (6 pm).  As that was rush hour, the transbay bus took longer than normal.  Once I got to the Ferry Building, I couldn’t figure out how to get into the store, which is tucked in the back and looks out on the bay.  So I missed the beginning of the event, and had to stand, but it was worth it.  He told lots of stories about contributing a few notes or instruments to famous songs (he played french horn on the Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want;” one scale on Dylan’s “New Morning”).  The one story he wouldn’t tell (and I didn’t expect) was about the HWY 61 Revisited sessions – he said he’s told it a thousand times, and to watch the Martin Scorsese documentary.  Here’s the best picture I could get:

note the leopard skin jacket

note the leopard skin jacket

And here’s the Ferry Building at night:



On January 18th I went to Yerba Buena Center for the Arts to see a screening of two films by Robert Downey, No More Excuses-1968 and Moment to Moment-1975.  The latter featured his wife at the time, Elsie (or L.C.?), who is also the mother of Robert Jr (he and his sister appear randomly throughout the film).

This past week, on February 3rd, I went to the Palace of Fine Arts Theater to see Dean and Britta’s take on Andy Warhol’s screen tests in a program called 13 Most Beautiful… the concept of which was to set music to 13 of Warhol’s screen tests, including Edie Sedgwick, Lou Reed, and Nico.  I was previously unfamiliar with the musicians, who were in the band Luna, but I liked most of the songs they played and recommend the forthcoming DVD to anyone who’s curious.

PFA, a little blurry

PFA, a little blurry

The following pictures I took on my way back to the bus station, on Mission St. between 4th and 1st streets, a route that I traverse nearly every time I’m in the city:

public art piece #1

public art piece #1

#2, located to the right of #1

#2, located to the right of #1

#3, across the street

#3, across the street

Salt House, a restaurant I intend to eat at before I leave the area

Salt House, a restaurant I intend to eat at before I leave the area

this week’s activities

January 13, 2009

Tonight I’m going to a reception at the San Francisco City Hall for an exhibit called The Art of Change: the influence of rock music and art on social change.  Wolfgang’s Vault (i.e. Bill Graham’s archive) is involved, so it promises to be filled with lots of great rock memorabilia.

Tomorrow is another night along the same lines – Richie Unterberger’s Rare Rock Film Clips, which I’ve written about before.  Always a worthwhile trip into the Haight district, and some New York-style pizza for dinner.

Thursday night is a multi-bagger, beginning with a toast in honor of the 450th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth I’s ascension to the throne.  After I make an appearance at that (immediately after work), then I’ll go to meet up with the East Bay Archivists – a casual group that gets together for drinks now and then.  To cap off the evening, and bring it back to the English theme, there’s a showing of Monty Python and the Holy Grail at a movie theater on Shattuck Ave – part of a regular flashback film series, for just $5.

Friday I will rest and either read or catch up with Netflix.

Saturday I’m considering volunteering for a few hours at the Bancroft during the annual library donors event.  Lunch is included and I’ll earn a little comp time.

from modesto to mortified

August 24, 2008

Part one: Modesto (with pictures)

There’s not a lot to say about Modesto, but I’ll tell you about my favorite things.  I took Amtrak from Emeryville on Friday afternoon, and was impressed by the variety of people on board the train.  The route was from Oakland to Bakersfield, and the ridership seemed to be much more diverse than your average crowd on the Northeast Corridor.  I had a window seat, on the side that faced water (San Pablo Bay) for the first hour or so of the trip.  After water came the farms of the Central Valley, where much of California’s food is grown.

Arrived in Modesto to the kind of weather I miss – hotter than hot, mid 90s, but low humidity, which made it bearable.  I had to wait a 1/2 hour or so for the bus, much of which I spent outside in fear of missing it (I saw one go by while inside the station, and also briefly forgot that it was Friday and looked at the Saturday schedule).  It was a pleasant ride downtown, and the transit center is an old (1915) Southern Pacific rail station.  Nearby is the “famous” Modesto Arch, which reads “Water Wealth Contentment Health” – I didn’t have an opportunity to take a picture during the day, and unfortunately at night the results were slightly blurry.  My hotel was two blocks away, and I had a view of the concert venue from my window.

The show was black tie optional, and I wore a dress, but nothing near as fancy as the evening gowns and tuxedos that the older folks wore (many of them were attending the Bernadette Peters concert in the center’s other, larger theater).  Jakob Dylan’s performance was average, with some special moments like when security removed a woman in the front row for taking pictures, but Jakob persuaded them to let her back in.  Unfortunately the band had to catch a flight after the show, and could not stay for the champagne reception that followed (and they probably would have played an extra song or two if they could).  So with no chance of meeting them, I had one glass of champagne and a few fancy hors d’oeuvre.

The following morning I had breakfast at Starbucks as my hotel did not have a continental breakfast (I chose convenience over amenities).  Then I checked out and left my bag at the desk while I wandered around downtown until it was time to catch the bus.  I found exactly one antiques store, and bought some new tea towels, but no other stores of note.  While killing time before the McHenry Museum opened at noon, I found a farmer’s market where I bought some nectarines for $1/lb. (best price I’ve ever seen, but it makes sense for the Valley).  Then on to the museum, which offered free admission, and some interesting exhibits with poor description (most items just said “do not touch”); the woman at the registration desk did tell me about the building – it was originally a library, and built in 1912.  Back to the bus station in time for the 12:45, and then Amtrak at 2.  I asked a man at the station to take a picture of me by the Modesto sign, but he didn’t press the button correctly and the train arrived before I could check the camera.

Part two: Mortified

My friend Dana picked me up at the train station, and we went to her place to make dinner with another friend.  Then we headed into the city to see a performance event called Mortified, where adults read journal entries and other writings from their teenage years in front of an audience.  This was my first trip to the Mission district of San Francisco and I loved it.  After the show we walked around looking for a decent bar that had a place to sit, and found a “biker” bar somewhere near 16th and Valencia (I didn’t notice the name).  By biker I do not mean motorcycles; inside the front door was a double decker rack for bicycles.  We left with time to spare before the last BART train, and I got back to my apartment shortly after midnight

vacation report

July 11, 2008

I’m recently back from a relaxing week-long vacation in Cleveland and Western PA (Somerset County). I took a red eye into Pittsburgh the morning of July 2nd, and drove out to Cleveland for 2 days to myself before joining the family at our rented lodge in Laurel Hill State Park. The point of my trip to Cleveland should be obvious, i.e. the Rock’n’Roll Hall of Fame, where the main attraction was an exhibit on the Beatles’ film Help! (My favorite movie of all-time.) I also met with the head curator to see what more I could learn about the archives, and we chatted for 20 minutes. Job prospects remain vague, but when he asked if I was still interested, I said, “consider me first on your list.” I also wandered around the University district admiring the public art on Case Western’s campus; it was too late in the day to do the art museum, which is in the middle of a grand restoration/renovation – part of it just reopened, but it won’t be completely finished until 2012 (I think).

Then it was back to PA on the 4th. Traffic was lighter than I expected, and I noticed that many cars were driving under the 65 mph speed limit. I stayed comfortably between 65-70 most of the trip, often in the left lane. Even though the price of gas doesn’t normally effect me, $3.99 a gallon for regular is a bargain compared to the prices I see in Berkeley ($4.63 is the highest).

This was the 3rd year that we stayed in the lodge, which could be called camping-lite, or a beach house in the woods. Two favorite events that occur are outrageous ping pong games, and inventing new mixed drinks. Our ingredients were limited this year, and included a bottle of Amaretto that had been in my parents’ basement for nearly 30 years. We came up with dozens of different drink names, many of which have been lost to time, but the one that survives is called The Ring of Fire. Some of the ingredients need to be prepared in advance, but here’s the general idea – Coke ice cubes, splash (or more) of Amaretto, vanilla ice cream (preferably homemade); mix together using a blender (or in our case, the Magic Bullet). Additionally, this drink must be shared to create the ring. (I realize as I write this that the drink doesn’t necessarily live up to its name, but it’s the best we could do. Last year, however, saw the invention of the Root Canal, which is essentially rum and root beer.) I should also note that alcohol is prohibited in the park and inside the lodge and I do not claim to have actually made these drinks.

My flight back to SF was on Wednesday morning at 9:30, which meant an early morning and dealing with Pittsburgh traffic – but I made it to the airport with enough time to put on make-up in the bathroom, and discovered the flight was delayed a 1/2 hour. A two hour layover in Chicago followed with a vain attempt to find pretzel and cheddar cheese Combos – I walked to each of the Hudson News locations in 3 different concourses, partly just because I could, but that particular variety of Combo was not to be had anywhere.

I’m still on East Coast time, because both mornings since I’ve been back in Berkeley I’ve woken up at 4:30am, and have gone to bed before 9pm. (Though I woke up that early, I didn’t stay up, but it did help in an earlier out-the-door time for work.) But as it’s after 8 right now and I’m not tired, I think I’m back on track.

ps. Apologies for such a long time in between posts; maybe I’ll get around to filling in the details.

monterey bay

May 7, 2008

Last week this time, I was down in Monterey, probably watching Myth Busters in the hotel room. The conference didn’t begin until Thursday afternoon, and the originally scheduled tours for that day had been canceled due to lack of interest (not by me, though). So I volunteered to help set up the registration table that morning instead. We then had a couple of hours free for lunch, etc. and Elia and I decided to go to Carmel and see the Mission founded in the 16th century by Fray Junipero Serra. One of the collections I’m working on contains a lot of materials about Serra and the Cause to canonize him, so that gave the trip some context. But I think I’ll try to get to other missions while I’m out here, simply for the history and because they remind me of Zorro.

There was an opening reception that night at the Maritime History Museum, and I met up with several people from work. Afterwards we went out to a pub near Cannery Row – if I go back I’ll have to investigate that strip, although I hear it’s mostly a tourist trap.

After a disastrous breakfast Friday morning (painfully slow service), I went to hear the keynote speaker, Dr. Timothy Naftali, who is the director of the Nixon Library and Museum. So cool! They will be releasing the Nixon tapes in sections, for free online, with the first group available in December (I think). He spoke a lot about the challenges of telling the complete story of Nixon’s presidency, and used examples of how misleading the current museum exhibits are.

The other highlight on Friday was going bowling! The last time I bowled may have been way back in 2001, I can’t remember. It was just Amy and me, but we had fun and played 3 games. I think my best score was an 85; she beat me each time, with a high of 124.

Saturday morning the group of us new Bancroft archivists went out for breakfast at a place called Tillie Gorts (and we skipped the first session to do so). Made it back for the next session, and then it was on to lunch (as you can tell, conferences revolve around food). This was the awards luncheon and featured a speaker team, husband and wife Bob Senkewicz and Rose Marie Beebe. Once again, a work connection. They lauded the Bancroft Library’s collections and staff, and gave a wonderful presentation about the research they’ve conducted in Mexico and Spain.

Then, saving the best for last, I went to the final session, which was on the Archivists’ Toolkit. I’d heard a presentation on this collection management system about a year ago and hated it (or maybe it was the presenter). In any case, this time around it made a lot more sense to me. I think both the toolkit and my knowledge of databases have improved in the last year, and it helped that some of the presenters had real-world experience applying it (and they were frank about what they liked and didn’t like).

We left shortly thereafter, and were back in Berkeley by 6pm (it was a 2 hr.+ drive). And there, on my doorstep, a package from Lancaster with lots of Easter goodies.

recent highlights

April 15, 2008

I trekked down to West Berkeley after work today to the Verizon store, because one of the crucial buttons on my phone wasn’t working.  I think it was due to the vinegar spill that occurred in my bag last week, but that’s another story not worth going into now; however, all other buttons worked, so it could have been something else.  They gave me a new phone with no questions asked, but unfortunately did not transfer any of my contacts or other stuff like photos 😦  So if you want me to have your phone number, get it to me somehow – email, text, call, or even post it here and I’ll delete the comment asap (immediate family are the only numbers I have).

On Sunday I went shopping with a friend at an outdoor mall in Emeryville, which is southwest of Berkeley and also borders Oakland.  It’s a very industrial area that’s trying to turn around – lots of condos, and suburban stores.  I just finished a great book about malls – Call of the Mall by Paco Underhill, and I couldn’t help but critique the stores we went into – poor lighting here, no mirrors there, though the outdoor design was pleasant.

This past weekend the weather was super hot – over 80 degrees on Saturday, which was also Cal Day (more on that in a sec); and in the 70s on Sunday.  Now it’s back in the high 50s/low 60s, which is okay as long as the sun’s out.

Saturday was basically a big campus open house, primarily for next year’s freshmen (or those admitted to Cal and trying to decide), but alumni, staff, and locals were welcome too.  All the museums were free, so I tried to go to the Planetarium, located in the Lawrence Hall of Science, which is up in the Berkeley Hills.  But I didn’t plan well, and discovered there was an unreasonable amount of waiting involved for tickets to the star show.  The rest of the museum was ho-hum, more for kids, but at least I got to see someplace new, and the view from the plaza outside was AMAZING.