18 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Melinda showed up the following day. The guard at the Whitney started talking to us about discipline in art.  His feet were really far apart; it must have been uncomfortable to stand like that so long.  I Don't Know Anything About Art, he concluded after three minutes of rambling.  I'm Just Security.

We also looked at Bill Viola and James Lee Byars exhibits.  Then Melinda wrapped a scarf around her head and we headed out into the freezing cold.  I had to grab a coffee and Jameson's in a paper cup just to keep warm. We walked through Christo's gates.

We drank red wine at the Oak Bar in the Plaza and Melinda talked about discipline in art.  Then I got us lost trying to find Patsy's Pizzeria.  It was good that we got lost though, because on the way to Patsy's we accidentally walked by a huge atrium with an enormous Tim Hawkinson piece.  Despite its gigantic size, it still had twist ties holding parts of it together.  When the guard scolded us for touching it, Melinda asked him when the sculpture would be activated.  Every Hour On The Hour, he replied.  Since that was only three minutes away, we waited and were rewarded by the UberOrgan's bizarre, mammalian groanings.