Home again, home again--and in spite of an attack of the wamblies, I had a wonderful time. Afghani food; Vietnamese food, Mexican food, Italian food--all delicious.
The Asia Society exhibit of Asian games was very interesting. I knew that card games originated in the east, but not that board games had.
Of course, most of the cards and boards and counters and dice were works of art created to divert the bored and wealthy--but there were a few back alley dice and knucklebones representing peasant leisure.
As I feared, other rubberneckers made culture almost inaccessible during the holiday weekend. Still I saw the Andy Goldsworthy's Garden of Stones
The oak trees are very young and in the November wind the stones--however varied in size--seemed much of a muchness, but this is a growing memorial and shouldn't be either enshrined or damned in its first year.
We also went to a gallery opening, Gallery M
in Harlem for an exhibit of "formalism and conceptualism in sculpture and painting." I'm not convinced that I saw enduring art, but the guests provided a wonderful visual and theatrical experience.
Finally, on Saturday night, I was an inadvertent actor in a slice-of-life one act somewhere between an old fashioned happening and an even older-fashioned well-constructed farce.
Five women and a bored male teenager are seated around a coffee table. On the coffee table are an assortment of nibbles and five cell phones. Via cell phone I was dealing with a domestic emergency back in the Poconos; my hostess had just found the husband she'd been supporting all these years had been unfaithful all these years and was being loudly indignant with friend in France about a hostile e-mail from her soon-to-be-former in-laws. Another woman, a contractor, was dealing with a burst pipe. The loutish male adolescent exhibited manly boredom with both face-to-face and electronic events--until his cell phone rang. When the electronic bells were playing his tune he vaulted the coffee table and sought privace in the hall. When his conversations were finished he'd elbow his way back, next to the cheese and crackers.
A change is as good as a rest--and I had both.
Thank you all for your suggestions. I'll make sure my January jaunt doesn't include a legal holiday so my cultural will be uncrowded.