Ceci n'est pas une pipe...
I'm glad I was able to enjoy the MIA labyrotorinth last week. I went a couple of months ago, and was not in the right mood to be looking at ancient rich people's tapestries idealizing natural beauty while ignoring the dying peasants at their feet. I wasn't stoked to see everything from walking sticks to fishnets stuck in glass cases and labeled "priceless art". This time I was. I was able to just relax and let myself be overwhelmed with the beauty of the things we make. As our class wanders off into our individual caves-of-destiny these next two weeks to do battle with Darth Vader, cutting his face off to reveal a pubescent Mark Hamil, I am excited to see all the Jedi we will become.
Also: http://www.explodingdog.com/title/memoirsofabanana.html