Take a picture, it’ll last longer.
Meanwhile, Under the High Line.
Oh y’know, just curating and stuff.
Which are you?
19th century Keane, 21st century dust.
Don’t ask how I know this, but you do not want to smell the inside of an 18th century phonebooth.
Steampunk building wearing goggles, and an outsized cocktail fork trumpets a city’s culinary hubris.
Occupying memes on the steps of the Asian Art Museum.
The Oy-sin sauce & latkes were a big win.
It’s just a matter of time until we open our Museum of Stuff on a Stick.
My favorite Exploratorium: After Dark so far?
The one that helps you to achieve Type II Diabetes.
“This is what it must be like to be a stripper,” my friend says, as we walk out of the cake shrine.
Don Ed Hardy + Gary Snyder + Asian Art Museum
I like what the Art Speak kids are doing at my museum, especially these Bay Area Insider’s Guides. These shorties are on either side of 16 or so, which serves to make me feel a little less pessimistic about the future (I’m especially enamored of Sachie Weber’s elegantly simple The theory of relativity and the climate of San Francisco).
It goes without saying that when school districts drop the ball, cultural institutions have to step it up. This week saw me talking to teachers from the Bay and abroad, and it seems that at least one school district is going with the elective choice of art class/language/life skill. No bueno—I had to do all three, and I know I’m a better person for having been made to type in Spanish about Goya. As end-is-nigh as I get, I’m grateful for school programs and more than just a little envious of the youngins.
What I talk about at work.
