When Michael Malice and I visited the Museum of Modern Art, Michael told me to check in on Facebook with the hashtag "degeneracy."
We wound up having a blast there. You can find quite a few works of the Post-Impressionists, whom I rather like, and there's much else to fascinate and delight.
And plenty of crap, too.
One exhibit was in a separate room, and featured the artist on a small television screen dancing with her back to the camera. Meanwhile, a bunch of random objects have been strewn on the floor.
I couldn't help joking with the security guard assigned to that room: "I don't mean this to be disrespectful, but it must be difficult once in a while not to say, 'Why me?'"
In one exhibit description we read that the art includes the artist's bodily fluids. The list of fluids included "piss" -- these people are chic, you understand, so of course they cannot say "urine."
Anyway, forget that.
The thing we most marveled at that day was how great it was that I could suddenly show up in New York, and Michael could take the whole day to go all over the city with me. No boss to plead with, no "I get off work at 5."
The guy leads a great life, doesn't use an alarm clock, makes his own hours, and is quite comfortable.
Is that where you want to be?
I'm trying to help get you there, one bonus at a time.
And instead of throwing you into the middle of a lake and telling you to swim, I'm introducing you to this new world in a way that gets the hardest parts already done for you.
That doesn't make you a teensy bit curious?
It'll follow you around all day in the back of your mind if you don't click (and here's the link I screwed up today):
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