Boston Welcomes Philly Grunts

Pat and Steve of Grubstake, the crafty rock duo based in the City of Brotherly Love, made a crash pad out of our apartment this past Friday. They came in late, swung guitars drunkly and smashed what they could. Pat said their manager would take care of the charges. Turns out they don't have a manger. Anyway, by Saturday all was forgotten. They're rockers trying to be stars, I reasoned. Besides, who needs trinkets and china that can't withstand a simple guitar lashing.

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So we skipped over to the new ICA for some contemporary art, some of which was inspiring like the giant, looming spider and a lot of diCorcia's photographs. Other stuff I wondered what the curators were smoking when they reviewed it, like the room with a projection of multi-colored light on the floor and the burnt wood hanging from the ceiling on fish wire. I guess that's what contemporary art is all about. I clearly just don't understand the stuff I don't understand. maybe I'll try an experiment. Take an artful poop in a bucket to explore the disposability of humanity in our market-driven, consumerist society, and to expose the realization that beneathe the having of things, the authentic self festers and one's ontological self-awareness withers into oblivion. If you know of anyone interested in showing my poo, please contact me.

In any case, the ICA building is fantastic--really worth it. And our company was great. You guys are welcome to trash our apartment in rockstar fashion anytime.