Comic for Tuesday, January 17th, 2006

Posted: 7:39 am, Tuesday, January 17th

Probably a short post again today, gang. It's 7:12 as I'm starting this and I've still got to move my car to the other side of the street out there. No post is written and the car's still not moved at 7:12 in the morning? What was Bullfrog up to last night?!, you may ask. Not much, actually. Just tuckered out from a long MLK day of kickin' around the city. Non-festival days off like MLK Day are really starting to grow on me - an extra day tacked on the weekend and no expectation to drive upstate? I'll take that. 2.0 and I celebrated by going to the Met to check out the Robert Rauschenberg exhibit. Rauschenberg did a lot of these kind of painting-sculpture things called Combines in the '50s and '60s, and the Met's got a bunch of them on display. I'm dumbing this down quite a bit, but basically instead of painting, you know, a shirt, Rauschenberg would attach a shirt to the canvas and paint over it. Instead of painting a bed, he just painted on a bed. Stuff like that. He also did a lot with birds. It's a neat exhibit, but I'm still surprised at how many people were there. I guess I don't give people much credit, but when I was 13, I never once thought, "You know, I have an extra day off from school today, I'ma gonna get my museum on." And yet there were a bunch of 13-year olds running around. I guess it's free and not freezing (winter finally got to the party in New York), so that may explain some of it, but, still. We also tried to explore a few out-of-the-way wings of the Met, but they were roped off. I'm guessing they didn't want to pay time-and-a-half for a full staff or something. We did manage to see the African and Pacific Island rooms, with their bad-ass tribal masks, and also the extremely strange rooms where they recreate rooms. Know what I'm talking about? Like, the entire museum room is a Victorian reading room, and they mock sunlight coming in through the curtained windows? Those rooms kill me. I can't get enough of them. Last time we were there, we saw the early American rooms, this time, European ones. I love them.

By the way, we're out of butter (or butter-ish) in the house, so I just had some salsa on my bagel. Salsa is a truly underrated bagel topping. I think it never took off because it feels like something a lazy 22-year old living in a garage would eat. Shake the stigma and give it a shot.

Hey, I also saw a play this weekend - don't worry, I balanced out all this high culture by watching a lot of football - but unfortunately, I don't have any of the theater information in front of me. It was by a troupe from the Columbia MFA program, and it was Tartuffe by this dude Molier who apparently wrote around 1673. The lady next to us had evidently been waiting about forty years to see someone put Tartuffe on, so if you missed this, you may be out of luck for a while. Anyway, it was about this French patriarch who had been shammed by this guy pretending to be a prophet (Tartuffe), and was more or less a comedy about his family trying to get him to realize he had been taken. It was pretty good, and a really good production. Also, they threw in a good deal of modernizations to help out those of us unaware of 17th century French culture, such as making Tartuffe look like a hari krishna.

Uh, what else. Helped move Reggie Ho and his lady into their nice new apartment on Saturday. Actually, most of the stuff was already there - I spent most of my time there assembling Ikea. They have a MIKAEL and a HEMNES and something else fully assembled thanks in part to my labors. Ikea also recently innovated the allen wrench by giving you this little plastic black thing to snap it into to help get a grip on the thing. Thanks, Swedish overlords. Swedish? Swiss? Someone.

Um, alright, I'd better get rolling.

bullfrog

All hail Bullfrog, King of Sweden! You are a true equal to the Swedish Chef!

Und der put ze fishy-fishy in der zoopy-zoopy, morf-morf-morf-morf-morf-morf.

Yeah, I'm hungry too.

I think ND did Tartuffe while we were there. I know they did something by Molier. Something tells me if that lady had really wanted to see Tartuffe, a plane ticket at some point would have shortened the waiting period considerably.

The lady was a bit weird. She started talking to us during halftime as if we had the play memorized. You'd think she would've picked up on the fact I was nodding off during the first half (due to extreme exhaustion, not the play's quality or pacing).

By the way, the production company was the Young Comany and Columbia Stages.

http://005068b.netsolhost.com/moliere.html

Also, yeah, I just found about seven results for Tartuffe in the past five years in New York City on google. That lady must not've tried hard.

Also, "Moliere."