Daily Office
High tide or low? Only the wind ripples the surface of the East River.
¶ Matins: Lunch with Nom de Plume!
¶ Tierce. The threat of Alzheimer’s is on the wane, according to a paragraph in the Times. “Older Americans are having less trouble with their memories,” and it’s all tied to schooling.
¶ Nones. Happy to be in for the day. Just before I went out, I came across some cool names for Ollie Kottke’s dinosaur.
Oremus….
¶ Matins. Then, perhaps, back to the Museum for another look at the Poussins, and to pick up the catalogue.
I missed this yesterday. RomanHans is funny as always, but, kidding aside, I’m more uneasily convinced than ever that there is an invasion-of-the-body-snatchers aspect to television. It seems inconceivable that a normally constituted human being would find modern broadcasts anything but unbearable.
¶ Tierce. “The more education people had, the better they performed on cognitive tests.” Mais oui, they remember the answers!
¶ Nones. After a lovely lunch with Nom de Plume, I went round the corner and picked up Susan Choi’s A Person of Interest at Crawford Doyle. Then I walked a block further, to the Museum.
Wearing my best “I live here, so I don’t have to take everything at once; and, besides, I was just here two nights ago” air, I sailed through most of the Poussion show, pausing for only three paintings, the Chatsworth Arcadians (not its real name, but a convenient moniker), the Landscape with Orpheus and Eurydice, and the Landscape with the Ashes of Phocion. What I did linger over was second room of drawings, the one with all the landscapes.
Then I bought the catalogue, which was really the point of the expedition. Pierre Rosenberg wrote it! Mr Louvre himself! Sure enough, the books is full of racy paragraphs about provenance and misattribution.