The Deception of the Thrush

So, I spent much of my Saturday afternoon near the University. My plan was a quick brunch at Kiva Han, a cafe near Carnegie Mellon, followed by a few hours of reading at the Carnegie Library, and then a brief visit to the Carnegie International exhibition, being held at the Carnegie Museum of Art (hmm, wonder where they got the money to built all those cultural institutions. 'Tis a mystery) Anyways, turned out I was visiting the exhibition before I even knew it, because while I was at Kiva Han, I saw one of the weekly performances of a piece called "Real Time Movie." To get a vague description of it, try the following link:

Post-Gazette article on Carnegie International

You will see a picture of a grayish-blue building; that is where Kiva Han is located. Anyways, so there's this girl walking around on the crosswalks with a videorecorder, though it's unclear whether she's recording or not. And then there's just these random people walking around that you would have no idea are part of a performance piece, but for the fact that the Kiva Han employees were pointing them out to us and there was one woman with a sign that said "Real Time Movie" on it. Weird stuff. My mind has been appropriately messed with.