it's all cricket to me

every week, on the way home from the soup kitchen, the conversion of choice in the car generally revolves around cricket. despite growing up with a dad that loved the sport, i never got it. it is, however, a good opportunity to admire the view out the window.

yesterday, however, the tables were turned a little. a couple of students from the new york film academy were out for the weekend and, since they arrived just before we headed out to see the guys, they came with us. we got talking and i ended up having a discussion about installation art, turned out that the girl who found it's relation to reality and perception in modern culture just as fascinating as i do. everyone else in the car however, was lost at the word installation.

normally i probably would have toned down the conversation so as to not let others feel left out, however, it's the first time in ages that i've met someone who knows what installation art is, never mind having an opinion on it. so i didn't care. and had the first conversation about art that i've had in a long time that i could really get my teeth into. i loved it.

to err is human, to err on the side of caution is often, un-necessary.