Here we are again, two weeks into June and no sign of the rain letting up. Rain, rain, rain….
Anyhow, what did we talk about this week? Looks like we were all over the place.
- I gave a lone bad review of Summer Hours.
- No consensus was reached over a top 200 artist list by the Times. (No Surprise there).
- My idiocy became prominent at Stars Like Fleas on MoMA Monday Nights.
- Some old lady stole a notebook of Picasso drawings in Paris, or something like that.
- My formula for how to destroy a cocktail party or create change looks like art critic Jerry Saltz’s Facebook page.
This constant rain is especially annoying as I was going to go get tickets to Shakespeare in the Park this morning. Now I have a conundrum. Not only if I should wait in the rain, but is the performance going to get rained out? Alas, our frailty is the cause of such concern, as Viola would say, and I think I’m go find an anarok and trudge out there.