"Why Can't You Just Stay In Tonight?"

• Because there's a really rad band playing.
• Because my friends will be there.
• Because my friends are playing in a really rad band.
• Because of a boy.
• Because I promised.
• Because I love me some tapas.
• Because after seven years of going home on time to cook dinner and watch Jeopardy, I realized I much prefer this.
• Because it's on the way.
• Because I've run out of Lost episodes to watch.
• Because the Obama administration waited until freakin' 6 pm to dump the damn FOIA documents and there's no way I'm going to Gristede's so I might as well go to Allen Street.
• Because Koz scored tickets.
• Because I'm not really keen to go home to that empty apartment tonight.
• Because missing the moment is unacceptable.
• Because it's pub quiz night.
• Because it's going to be EPIC, DUDE. EP. ICK.
• Because the Eagles aren't on TV today.
• Because I had a crap day at work.
• Because I live in New York City. Der.
• Because I need a drink and a hug.
• Because Jennie made cupcakes.
• Because it's beautiful out.
• Because the laundry can freakin' wait.
• Because I'm gonna be glad I did this when I'm old and boring.
  
• Because I already scooped the litterbox and showered this morning, so I'm good.
• Because this is where I want to be.
• Because if you had a second chance at the road not taken, you'd do it too.

Philistines 'R Us

I finally went to the Museum of Modern Art today. Maybe I'm ignorant, though I like to think I'm a fairly well-educated person. I just didn't get it.

I think I may be spoiled by the Met. The Met is fairly cheap ($5 for students), extremely large, and consequently, guaranteed to have something for everyone. It is also the museum that I visit the most.

The MOMA, by contrast, is $8.50 for students (that's a lot of Ramen Noodles, friends), three floors high (one of which is entirely dedicated to a single exhibit), and can be torn through in well under an hour. The most famous painting in the collection, Van Gogh's The Starry Night is on loan. Plus, I'm afraid modern art just doesn't thrill me.

I'm sure I'm missing something. Modern art comprises so very many movements and genres that it seems unfair to toss off the lot of it. But golly gee, if I'm already paying so much to get in, I'm not about to shell out another $4 for the headset that will explain it all to me. I'm all for letting the viewer draw their own conclusions, but if you're gonna present me with a plain white canvas as a finished work, may I please have a dinky little write-up of some kind by the artist's name telling me why? Just a clue? No? Okay. I'm obviously a flaming philistine.

If anyone feels like they could take me to the MOMA and help me try to see what I'm missing, I'm completely game. Let's just please go on Pay-What-You-Wish Night.

Ignorantly Yours,

Robyn

Sushi Fever

This week I've been seized with a mad craving for sushi.

Which is odd, because I could probably count the number of times that I've had sushi in my whole life on one hand. But this week I've had it twice, and darned if I don't want more.

Our supermarket has a fine sushi section; cheap and fresh. Sushi is really quite pretty, although I'm a bit afraid of the stuff that looks like a big ol' whole shrimp. I much prefer the rolls of stuff.
They look so cute in those little plastic packages, all lined up nice and orderly, with such brightly colored fillings. Like tempting pieces of candy. Delicious, fishy candy.

Banzai to all.

Robyn