After having managed relocation to New York fairly successfully, it’s hard to figure out how to move forward. It doesn’t help, when trying to make sense of the world and my place in it, to open start catching up on news feeds to find these two stories juxtaposed:
The Independent: Damien Hirst in vicious feud with teenage artist over a box of pencils
Hard to understand either story, but for completely different reasons. There seem to be multiple worlds at work here.
Update: via Mark Woods, Bill Moyers says his piece regarding the nature of the health care debate: “We are the children of Barnum and Bailey”, to which I might add that there are several parts Three Stooges thrown in there as well.
I know, can you believe it? I can’t imagine busting into a prayer service swinging a 2×4 for anything, let alone a used washer and dryer.