I’m posting this from Bryant park in the slanting afternoon sunlight, because I can’t get my wireless router at home to stop going blinkblink blink, which means that it isn’t connected, which means that I can’t log on from home. While I enjoy being all urb/techie/yuppie sitting at a little green table and typing, it still has me pissed that I can’t figure out this simnple connection problem.
In other news, T and I just had a wonderful trip though the Met, soaking in the pleasures of growing up in an empire that has plundered the world’s treasures so that it can display them. We started off marvelling at Roman glass (how can you not admire a society where some one took the trouble to immortalise butt-fucking on the side of a goblet?) and moved on to “Adorning the World”, Art of the Marquesas Islands, where I decided that I want to make a long pole topped with a pompom of my own hair, just like they did. We soldiered on to the Diane Arbus show, important and pleasureable, but so packed that people were litterally lining up and proceeding around the rooms in a kind of zombified shuffle, which made looking at art seem like one of the stupidest things you could ever do. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Afterwards we rested in the company of a giggle inducing Ascension: an awestruck crowd craning to look up at christ’s delicately bloody feet just slipping out of the top of the picture and then repaired to the roof garden to take in some not very good Sol Lewitt’s. There was another massive line to get back down again, but luckily that scored us a spot on the frieght elevator, exposing on the way down all the service infrastructure that makes the Met such a tidy and classy experience. A perfect corrective.
A slight detour to the shop and then out onto the street, where the weather was still glorious, which lead us to try our luck in an upper east side resturant. The gods were with us and we had a resonable and toothsome dinner. And here I am with the breeze blowing up my shorts.
And now off to home. Hopefully I can figure out what the right combination of cord jiggles is to make my network come to life again. In the mean time, I’m going to stroll downtown. This is the weather and the mood I’ve been waiting months for.