Eriudite!

I don't have the faintest clue as to whether or not I spelled that correctly.

T-H-A-T

But I digress.

I was feeling a little isolated from the snobby art world I had been involved in during my years at the U of C, so I went to the bookstore and bought a copy of an artsy newspaper, Cabinet. I don't think it's all that visually-oriented, but it contains lots and lots of art drivel that I am really excited to read. Stream-of-consciousness writing and bad philosophy about the color ivory and made-up big words and all that. I don't know why it draws me in the way it does, but I don't think I really want to find out, because if I do, it will tell me something about my personality I'd prefer to keep hidden from myself.