Termite babies are cuter than human babies.
We were consuming art's corpse last night in Old City, Philadelphia. It involved being packed tightly into hot galleries looking at bad paintings of naked ladies playing golf.
The Well-Fed Gallery is always a thrill, though. Admiral Plum bought another bum painting, so good, and I bought some skull ink drawings.
The whole going to galleries thing just makes me want to do some stuff and hang it on my walls.
then we went to the Rotunda at Penn and listened to Skronk Jazz. There was a silly boy writhing around on the floor along with the music, but the sounds seemed better suited to a choreography of several well-dressed children falling down a flight of stairs.
There was a roiling sea of short college boys with their short arms thrust deep into their pockets. One could do a series of oil portraits of these diminuitive, scruffy scholars. One could do alot of things.
10:22 a.m. - 2003-11-08
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