Dada at Moma
Noel and I went to the new Museum of Modern Art for the first time together on Saturday to see the great new temporary exhibit of Dada art from the 1910’s and 20’s. I’ve always been drawn to Dadaism, mostly for its whimsy (see, for example, the Marcel Duchamp Bicycle Wheel to the left). But I’d never before realized how much class and young leftist outrage fueled the Dadaist movement. The whole the thing was moving in a way I had not expected.
Floating down Fifth
For the second time, on Sunday I rode in New York’s annual Gay Pride march on the Sirius OutQ float. Seeing a parade from a float is an unusual experience. The only floats or marching groups you get to see besides your own are the ones in front and behind you. So you completely miss the parade, from that point of view. On the other hand, you get to see the face of almost every single spectator, which is fantastic. Once upon a time, when I was much younger, I would position myself near the beginning of the Pride Parade route, watch all the floats...