last weekend was new york, chez lauren and joe, who were marvelous hosts. as i was on vacation, i skipped out on my professional obligation to spend the whole weekend seeing plays, but i do confess to finding a unsuspecting harvard grad with theatrical leanings at a party and talking at him for a good solid hour about the financial problems facing theatre in america. he was very nice and asked just enough polite questions to keep me going ad nauseum. i think he finally escaped on the pretense of needing a cigarette.
the weekend was a blur of excellent thai food (duck curry, mmmm…, not to mention some pad thai that rivals my own), hip art venues (the owner of the future perfect offered to buy my MRI for a project entitled “Resident Evil”), flea markets and impromptu shopping trips, and lots of good conversation (joe claims that entire conversations between lauren & i can be boiled down to: “my cat goes mrrow.” “and then my cat goes mrrow.” “and then my cat goes mrrow.” i’m not disputing his point, tho i fail to see anything wrong with that).
it’s nice to have a girl friend to hang out with again.
some pictures:
the giant bamboo canopy that arched over the gravel courtyard of P.S.1, one of MOMA’s satellite venues. the art was good, but the people-watching was better.

the view of the sky from battery park, where lauren and i were too late to get into the actual concert venue for the lyle lovett concert, but spent an idle afternoon lying in the grass behind the stage.

ms. liberty, from battery park.

the penguin tries to deal with the pressures of life in new york city.