a history of me

Before I came to New York City for Christmas break, I decided I wanted to go to the newly-reopened and renovated Museum of Modern Art. Since I'll be going back to Albany on Monday, I knew today would be my last opportunity to visit it, so I went. The MoMA is a short walk from my dad's apartment but today's nasty weather made it seem like a long one. Today was cold, wet, and windy to boot. It figures that I would encounter truly disgusting weather after a week of really nice weather in Florida. Anyway, I made it to the museum and got a pleasant surprise. As a SUNY student, I received free admission! Normally they charge $20 with a $12 price for "regular" students. In your face, Ivy Leaguers!

Visiting the MoMA used to make me question what "art" really is, since many of the exhibits there defy convention. I have since decided that everything can be considered "art" so I no longer have that dilemma, but I now wonder what criteria is used to select which pieces of art qualify for display in a museum. For example, there was one piece that was an entirely black painting on canvas, and another piece was an entirely blue painting on canvas. Sure, it's art, but is it really worthy of exhibition in a famous gallery?

After cruising through the MoMA I went downtown to get a haircut (finally) and one last serving of takoyaki & okonomiyaki. At some point I'll be heading up to my friend's house in Croton-on-Hudson where I'll hang out for the weekend before driving to Albany on Monday. My NYC experience ends here.