When I first saw this place, I had memories of Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut. The Gaylord Texan is gigantic, even for Texas. (Foxwoods is the biggest casino in Connecticut and it's on an Indian reservation. It's huge and you can see the place for miles.)
This was definitely not a Silas kind of place but it's fascinating to see the immense wealth spent for relatively little. There was a time when I went to expense-check places like this and it's kind of cool to waste tons of someone else's money on them. You don't have a choice as the company chooses the location so you roll with it or you don't go, baby.
It's kind of like going to Six Flags Over Texas since you can go there to look at the flags and you can ask, "Does this mean anything?"
Nope.
Lotho mentioned how they had visited the Alamo earlier in their stay and he said all on staff were highly forthcoming about how the Alamo didn't belong to America and it was stolen from Mexico. That knowledge isn't so common so maybe more people should go to visit.
Note: there's a different kind of monument for the Pilgrims in Massachusetts and it's a live re-enactment with exceptionally dedicated people on-staff. I've thought several times this could be an impressive thing for a young 'un to see but forgot to mention it. I usually haven't been much for doing touristy things but this one gets five stars for immense authenticity. There's one young 'un I have in mind but, from what I saw, all of them love it there. If you take a kid with an iPhone back four centuries, you will have that kid's attention for sure. (Plimoth Plantation)
Events inside the Gaylord Texan were the beauty part since I hadn't seen my brother and his wife for over three years and they have been sorely missed. I spent quite a bit of time hanging about up in Tennessee and I loved my bro and his wife already but the state came into that as well for all sorts of real and mystical reasons.
In a time of incessant anger from everywhere, this was the clouds opening. Although it may seem I am angry, I am not. Various things are disturbing and I have written of them but that's not the same as anger, it's not even close.
The generic anger almost everywhere is extremely oppressive and, I believe, dangerous. It damn sure drives me into a hole and not for fear of it but rather I'm just fucking sick of it. When so many people actively seek reasons to be angry, there's some profound head damage about. People on social networks call it 'debating' but they don't and instead get into pointless arguments which they mask as debates, just the same as the political candidates do it. Mostly social network people are spectators rather than participants so it's likely they really don't know how to do it.
Note: discussion with Kannafoot and some others has been substantively different in pursuing particular points of knowledge, etc but I wouldn't have characterized any of that as 'debating.' In the real world we usually call it conversation between interesting people. Humans usually find that rewarding ... but then social networks come into it.
Seeing Lotho and Mrs Lotho at the Gaylord Texan wasn't any of that social network rubbish and I've been smiling ever since. We have vast differences politically, financially, and (sob) he is better-looking but none of that means anything sitting around a table to talk. I even had a bit more of that steak this morning because nothing goes to waste down here. (That's for Mrs Lotho because she knows how that goes)
Side-note on some other things: the Green Screen has not been ordered but the funding has not been blown either. There was a large-size one-punch which stopped everything, confidence destroyed, all sorts of terrible things. The same thing happened to Rachmaninoff when he released his first symphony. Critics hooted and he went into a depression which lasted for years. He didn't write again until he came out of it. Now he's acknowledged as being one of the best pianists who ever lived. (WIKI: Piano Concerto No. 2 (Rachmaninoff)).
Maybe this seems like grandstanding but I know this stuff and other things I don't. Rachmaninoff's Concerto No. 2 is a lifetime favorite and you can hear his arpeggios which go right to the top of the instrument, playing the hell out of the tiniest keys, none of which have a hint of resonance or sustain to them (because the piano strings are so short when you get high up the keyboard).
So here's a little thank you, one of the most beautiful pieces of music I ever heard in my life and Anne Fedorova is an exceptionally comely lass to play it. The piece is strongly romantic and that comes through clearly regardless of whether you know the period in which it was written.
This was definitely not a Silas kind of place but it's fascinating to see the immense wealth spent for relatively little. There was a time when I went to expense-check places like this and it's kind of cool to waste tons of someone else's money on them. You don't have a choice as the company chooses the location so you roll with it or you don't go, baby.
It's kind of like going to Six Flags Over Texas since you can go there to look at the flags and you can ask, "Does this mean anything?"
Nope.
Lotho mentioned how they had visited the Alamo earlier in their stay and he said all on staff were highly forthcoming about how the Alamo didn't belong to America and it was stolen from Mexico. That knowledge isn't so common so maybe more people should go to visit.
Note: there's a different kind of monument for the Pilgrims in Massachusetts and it's a live re-enactment with exceptionally dedicated people on-staff. I've thought several times this could be an impressive thing for a young 'un to see but forgot to mention it. I usually haven't been much for doing touristy things but this one gets five stars for immense authenticity. There's one young 'un I have in mind but, from what I saw, all of them love it there. If you take a kid with an iPhone back four centuries, you will have that kid's attention for sure. (Plimoth Plantation)
Events inside the Gaylord Texan were the beauty part since I hadn't seen my brother and his wife for over three years and they have been sorely missed. I spent quite a bit of time hanging about up in Tennessee and I loved my bro and his wife already but the state came into that as well for all sorts of real and mystical reasons.
In a time of incessant anger from everywhere, this was the clouds opening. Although it may seem I am angry, I am not. Various things are disturbing and I have written of them but that's not the same as anger, it's not even close.
The generic anger almost everywhere is extremely oppressive and, I believe, dangerous. It damn sure drives me into a hole and not for fear of it but rather I'm just fucking sick of it. When so many people actively seek reasons to be angry, there's some profound head damage about. People on social networks call it 'debating' but they don't and instead get into pointless arguments which they mask as debates, just the same as the political candidates do it. Mostly social network people are spectators rather than participants so it's likely they really don't know how to do it.
Note: discussion with Kannafoot and some others has been substantively different in pursuing particular points of knowledge, etc but I wouldn't have characterized any of that as 'debating.' In the real world we usually call it conversation between interesting people. Humans usually find that rewarding ... but then social networks come into it.
Seeing Lotho and Mrs Lotho at the Gaylord Texan wasn't any of that social network rubbish and I've been smiling ever since. We have vast differences politically, financially, and (sob) he is better-looking but none of that means anything sitting around a table to talk. I even had a bit more of that steak this morning because nothing goes to waste down here. (That's for Mrs Lotho because she knows how that goes)
Side-note on some other things: the Green Screen has not been ordered but the funding has not been blown either. There was a large-size one-punch which stopped everything, confidence destroyed, all sorts of terrible things. The same thing happened to Rachmaninoff when he released his first symphony. Critics hooted and he went into a depression which lasted for years. He didn't write again until he came out of it. Now he's acknowledged as being one of the best pianists who ever lived. (WIKI: Piano Concerto No. 2 (Rachmaninoff)).
Maybe this seems like grandstanding but I know this stuff and other things I don't. Rachmaninoff's Concerto No. 2 is a lifetime favorite and you can hear his arpeggios which go right to the top of the instrument, playing the hell out of the tiniest keys, none of which have a hint of resonance or sustain to them (because the piano strings are so short when you get high up the keyboard).
So here's a little thank you, one of the most beautiful pieces of music I ever heard in my life and Anne Fedorova is an exceptionally comely lass to play it. The piece is strongly romantic and that comes through clearly regardless of whether you know the period in which it was written.
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