My socks were wet by 2 pm, and somehow my sleeve was wet by 4, a rivulet must have rushed up there, maybe from my umbrella being held together by a rubber band where it was held together. It had rained and rained and rained and rained, the puddles in every gutter were gullies and the […]
Read More Cold FeetOnce I was actually at the museum, with a guy who looked Muslim on one side of me and a guy who wore a yarmulkah on the other, I remembered ninth grade geography. My ninth grade geography teacher always did the middle east first. Get it over with, he said. Too depressing. For me, it […]
Read More Here and Elsewhere at New MuseumThe collaborative floor at the New Museum struck me as proof that most people, most of the time, are boring. I’m not proud of that. I wasn’t happy about it. You give people an empty room, and they write the most annoyingly obvious things about corporations or money or they paint Mickey Mouse or the […]
Read More The NeighborsThe first time I visited the New Museum, there was a human figure writhing on the floor, and I never was sure if it was a living human or a very well-made automaton. And I ate an excellent red velvet cupcake. So I was sold. This time, Chris Burden’s show offered a line to wait […]
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