We Take Ourselves With Us

On our last full day in NYC, we decided to split our time between Iceland and France--with a morning at MOMA's Bjork show , dinner at Daniel Boulud's db Bistro , and an evening at An American in Paris . We started with a quickie brekky at everyone's go-to NYC staple: Europa Cafe .  Where nothing is European but everything is brightly lit, fast, and fairly cheap. Why does she make these faces? Sigh. Then, Bjork at MOMA.  This show has been savaged by critics.  I get it--a lot of what's here wouldn't be out of place at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame or the Experience Music Project; swan dress, I'm looking at you.  But, I would argue the criticism of the "songlines" poem that guides one through the exhibit is really off the mark.  The story may seem a bit twee, but it also captures the persona and context that Bjork has adopted and that has remained a clear through line in a varied career.  And, the pacing of the exhibit moves on...

First thing Monday, I got to grab a real Australian flat white with my twitter-colleague, the remarkable Susanna Williams , who now calls Brooklyn home and who has done pretty much everything ... and done it well.  We've had so many online conversations and one day may actually get something out there in print.  It's so fun to meet people in person and find them to be wonderful :) Then, our family turned our minds to things mathematical and our faces to the future! But, first, we grabbed Starbucks brekky and grabbed some Lexington lobby time.  Seriously, this lobby has more folks hanging out than I've seen in most hotels ever--way to set a scene, Lex.  By the way, that pink thing is a horror known as the Birthday Cake Frappuccino, because the Frappuccino is apparently 20 years old.  Think about that! Because triangles are our favorite shape , we set off for the perfect museum on Alt-J Day: Museum of Math (MoMath)....