We're just home from a manic drive through Long Island. OMG--how do people live there? Crazy drivers going 40 in the middle lane while other crazies zig-zag around them. Did stop to see the Gilbert and George exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum of Art--the young Latina woman in the gift store supporting the show asked me if I like them and seemed both surprised and pleased when I said "yes." She likes that they're unafraid to tackle topics that most people won't; I like that they formed a basis for their lives (life?) as artists way back in the early 70s and have stuck to it, suits and all. I also approve their refusal to do Abstract Expressionism, especially now that I know that they were the first to do so. Some of their epic pictures are beautiful, some are ugly, much like the world is right now. A worthwhile stop.
On the dark/downside, our new Tom-tom gps routed us through lower Manhattan, a total nightmare. We drove right past ground zero, which continues to look like a ground up mess.
Frazzled? Indeed, although we do have an Abyssinian kitten picked out, and we did have a great night full of sidecars and steaks and great baseball. And the drive up Jones Beach wasn't bad either.
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Long Island is the purgatory I never expected. Don't tell them I said that.
We have a friend at MOMA who speaks highly of the Brooklyn Museum -- and we saw G&G at the DeYoung this spring (Tate in tow). What? Like he's never seen poop before.
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